Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 725

Chapter 725

Gwen’s POV

On Monday afternoon, I returned to Kensington like someone reclaiming a piece of herself.

I walked through the building entrance with the same posture I had always carried. But there was one essential difference now. I wasn’t trying to prove anything anymore.

For weeks, I had lived with the feeling that my name was being used as a weapon by people who had never actually known me.

And the cruelest part of that was simple.

Lies always had more space than normal life.

Headlines loved “kidnapping stepmother.” Clicks loved “scandal.” Comments loved the version that was easiest to hate.

But what I had now was the one thing the internet could never steal.

Those who knew me,

And they did.

They truly did.

knew.

Christian had handled the board exactly the way I knew he would. With facts so clear they left no room for malicious

interpretation.

He laid everything out on the table. Literally.

And when he finished, the idea that it had all been a setup was so obvious that even the most cynical people in the room had to swallow their pride.

There had been a statement in the media.

A “correction” that looked significant on paper and very small in the real world.

Because, of course, happy families get less coverage than chaos.

But I didn’t care.

I had bigger things to protect than the opinions of strangers.

Still, I wasn’t naïve. I knew that “correction” didn’t erase weeks of insinuation. It only gave me back something I’ve always

preferred.

A field of facts.

Returning to the role didn’t come wrapped in romance either.

I was officially back as COO. But I had to adjust the dynamic to fit my new reality. Half in the office. Half remote. A logistical decision, not a political one.

I would be living in Montelíra now.

Which meant structuring the week intelligently. Enough presence to lead. Enough distance to live.

It was time to keep the company breathing while I kept my home intact.

When I stepped onto the executive floor, the elevator gave me back that familiar feeling. The hallway. The carpet. The scent of expensive cleaning products. The silence that had always felt like control.

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