Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660

Gwen’s POV

The second I stepped out of the legal conference room, the word pregnant echoing in every corner of my mind, I was already walking down the hallway with my phone in my hand, my heart beating too fast for a body that had almost died a few weeks ago.

I couldn’t tell Nick in the middle of household chaos.

I couldn’t just toss out “I’m pregnant” the way you say “we’re out of milk.”

And more than anything… I needed to see it. I needed proof with my own eyes. Paper. A stamp. A number.

Because fear has a cruel way of whispering, what if it’s a mistake?

And hope, once it’s been broken, learns to walk carefully.

I asked my assistant to reschedule whatever she could. I called my doctor. They squeezed me in.

The hospital smelled like disinfectant and anxiety.

That alone was enough to turn my stomach.

Reception. Signature. Wristband. Those automatic steps where you become a patient before you’re a

person.

They ran the tests.

I waited.

In the waiting room, I stared at my hands like they belonged to someone else. The engagement ring caught the light, and for the first time I felt its weight in a different way. Not just promise.

Consequence.

When they called my name, I stood too fast. Nearly stumbled. I sat in front of the doctor trying to look like someone who wasn’t about to either fall apart or take flight.

He opened my file with unbearable calm.

“Gwen… yes. Confirmed.”

The word confirmed went straight through me.

“Pregnant,” he said gently, when he saw my face. “Very early. But the development is consistent. Your labs look good. The pregnancy is progressing”

I didn’t answer right away. I just breathed, like I’d been holding air for days.

“And…” My voice came out small. “Everything’s okay? After the accident? The medication?”

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He nodded with clinical certainty.

“We’ll monitor you closely. But at this moment, everything looks good. We’ll set up a more frequent follow -up plan. But, Gwen…” His expression softened. “You’re allowed to be happy.”

Allowed.

Like happiness required clearance.

I left the office with a brown envelope in my hands.

It felt too heavy to be paper.

Outside, the air in Florentia seemed clearer than it had twenty minutes earlier. Or maybe I was the one who had changed.

On the drive home, I considered calling Nick. Sending him a picture of the results. Driving straight to the estate and pressing the envelope against his chest in front of the entire construction crew and demanding he feel this with me.

But I wanted something else.

I wanted a moment that belonged only to us.

No Renee. No lawyers. No hearings. No fear.

I wanted a beautiful memory.

One she couldn’t touch.

When I got home, life was unfolding like the universe hadn’t just placed a second heartbeat inside my body.

Martina was in the kitchen. The smell of something baking greeted me before she did.

I paused in the doorway and breathed.

Then stepped inside.

“Gwen!” Martina appeared, wiping her hands on her apron. Her smile faltered when she got a good look at me. “Is everything okay?”

I looked down at the envelope in my hand and felt my heart threaten to race again.

“It is,” I said.

And it was true. A new kind of true. Fragile and bright.

“And… I need your help.”

“Did something happen to Nick?”

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“No.” I shook my head quickly. “It’s not that. It’s… it’s something good. But I want to tell him the right way. I want to… surprise him.”

Her expression shifted slowly, like the word surprise had changed the temperature in the room.

“A surprise?” she repeated, curious now.

I took a breath.

“A dinner,” I said, and even to me the sentence sounded strange. “In our room. Just the two of us. I know you and Bella are here, but… I want tonight, just for a few hours, to be only us.”

Martina looked at me like I had just handed her a state secret.

In a way, I had.

“I can keep Bella busy,” she said immediately. “I’ll tell her it’s movie night with me. And… what do you

want to do?”

I let out a short, nervous laugh.

“I don’t know. I don’t cook.”

“I know,” she replied gently, without judgment.

I opened the brown envelope just enough to glimpse the edge of the report, then closed it again, like staring too long might break something fragile.

“I want him to find out like this,” I said, lifting the envelope slightly. “I want it to be… real. In his hands.”

Martina’s eyes filled before she even fully understood.

“Gwen…” she started.

“Don’t say it yet,” I warned softly, almost laughing at myself. “If I hear it out loud right now, I’m going to fall apart.”

She took a steady breath, visibly holding herself together. Then she stepped closer, carefully, like I might

shatter.

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly. Not doubtful. Just afraid to believe.

I nodded.

And something settled in that kitchen.

She touched my cheek for a brief second, a warm, maternal gesture that went straight through me.

“My girl…” Martina whispered.

The words hit harder than I expected.

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She had always treated me with that firm affection, the kind that embraces without asking permission.

But this felt different.

It wasn’t just happiness for me.

It was recognition.

I wasn’t just “Nick’s Gwen” anymore.

I was becoming part of the bloodline. The history. The future.

“Don’t start,” I tried to tease, but my voice cracked halfway through.

She smiled through wet eyes.

“I’ll say what I want,” she replied softly, with that stubborn sweetness only truly kind people carry. “I saw you walk into the estate broken, pretending you weren’t. I saw you survive things no one should have to survive. And now…”

Her gaze dropped to the envelope in my hand like it was sacred.

“Now you’re bringing life.”

My chest tightened again, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was something almost too beautiful to hold. Martina wiped her cheek quickly and straightened her apron, slipping back into action like it was armor. “Okay,” she said firmly. “Dinner in your room. Just the two of you. The way he deserves. The way you deserve. I’ll handle Bella. I’ll handle the house. And you… you just take care of this moment.”

I gripped the envelope tighter.

Because suddenly I understood.

This wasn’t just a surprise for Nick.

It was a turning point.

A line Renee would never cross.

And I knew one simple, powerful thing:

Tonight, life wins.

No matter what it costs.

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