Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751 Epilogue

Zoey’s POV

The doors to the Rosemonte Hotel ballroom felt bigger than they should.

On the other side, hundreds of guests. A party ready to officially begin. Out here, in the antechamber, it was just me pacing back and forth like I could wear my anxiety down with the sound of my heels against the carpet.

I’d mentally rehearsed my opening lines at least twenty times. The “family” part. The “legacy” part. The ” success” part. The “future” part.

Which was funny, because if there was one thing I’d learned over the past few years, it was this: the future isn’t written in speeches. It’s written in repeated courage. In the work no one sees. In love that can carry the weight of hard days.

Still… I was going to have to open my mouth.

Kensington Beauty had launched big. Too big for something that, a year ago, was just a folder on Christian’s tablet and my hobby of mixing things with grapes like I had any business playing alchemist. Twelve stores around the world.

Twelve.

I kept repeating the number like a spell, and instead of calming me down, it just reminded me that there was a very well-dressed expectation waiting for me on the other side of that door.

I stopped in front of the mirror in the antechamber and adjusted the necklace at my throat-the diamond grape cluster. I still didn’t know if that gift had been a symbol, an apology, or just another way for Christian to say I see you.

Maybe all three.

I took a deep breath, trying to slow my heart.

And like always, in moments where I was about to spiral, my mind ran somewhere safer.

To the people I loved.

The past year played back in my head like a highlight reel.

Gwen and Nick had renewed their vows a few weeks ago with a celebration big enough to stop Montelira in its tracks. Not that Montelira was exactly a city that never slept, but still… it stopped. In the best way. Everyone showed up. Everyone celebrated. Everyone watched Gwen receive, the way she deserved, everything life had once tried to deny her.

It was one of those nights where you understand, almost painfully clearly, that love can be repair.

Annie and Nate, after years of “we’ll do it someday,” finally took a real vacation. A real one. The kind you can only pull off with nannies, three kids, and a dog. Or more specifically, a female dog. A romantic cruise around Euradia, complete with photos where Annie looked like a relaxed goddess and Nate looked like a man completely in love. The logistics were insane. The romance even more so.

Marcus and Madeline were still flying high with Sullivan Parks, but they’d shifted into a more family- centered phase. Which, for them, was basically a miracle. They didn’t leave each other’s side. It was funny. And beautiful. Two people who were born to live in motion finally learning how to stay.

Matthew had proposed to Mia.

Finally.

And Mia was in full chaos mode, planning what she called “the biggest wedding the world will see this decade,” complete with spreadsheets, references, and a dangerously confident belief that it would become a global event. Meanwhile, Matthew kept telling anyone who would listen-and plenty who wouldn’t-that “there’s gonna be a barbecue in the backyard.”

He said it like a survival strategy.

Dante and Serenity still hadn’t made any official plans. Yet. Dante joked he’d propose if Serenity caught Mia’s bouquet. Serenity shot back, laughing, that she’d stay as far away from it as possible. And everyone pretended to believe that.

Because the truth was… the way they looked at each other already was a commitment.

And in the middle of all of it…

Our daughter was born.

Arianne.

And yes, Annabelle picked the name. It was beautiful. But I only agreed after she swore-hand over her heart, dead serious-that she’d call her Ari… and not “Annie 2: The Sequel.”

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