CHAPTER 831. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A Castle

Niko Keller was not an easily impressed man. After so many women had passed through his life without leaving a mark—models, actresses—there wasn’t much that could render him speechless… but what stood before him was something else entirely.

Gigi was right, she wasn’t beautiful. She had just the right curves for an eighteen-year-old, zero makeup, and delicate features. It was the first time he had seen her in clothes that weren’t three sizes too big or even with her calves exposed, and that executive outfit and high heels screamed from every angle that Gigi did not belong in them.

Gigi belonged in floral dresses with puffed sleeves, in denim overalls with low-top sneakers, in a schoolgirl skirt, with braids and laughter. She wasn’t a stunning, sophisticated, and elegant woman. Gigi was pure innocence—the beautiful kind, the real kind. The kind that made you want to run out and find a crystal urn to place her in with all her butterflies, her back