Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady.
Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.”
“Friendship’s too pure for this.”
His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.
“Do friends kiss like this?”
He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.
“Or grab each other like this?”
A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.
“Or think filthy little thoughts?”
His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?”
My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.
“Stop lying, Venus.”
His voice was a growl.
“I feel it. Every time I’m near you.”
I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.”
His smile was pure sin.
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you.”
Then the offer:
“Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.”
He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger.
“Say the word, princess.”
A whisper against my lips—
“I’ll ruin you.”
And God help me…
I wanted him to.
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Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved.
But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction.
In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?
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Chapter: Author's Note And just like that, we’ve reached the end. This book has been such a journey—messy, emotional and thrilling—and I’m so grateful you chose to walk through every chapter with me. Thank you for reading, for rooting for these characters, and for letting them take up space in your heart. If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a review and recommending it to others. Your support means the world, and it helps more readers discover this little universe we’ve built together. It’s bittersweet to say goodbye here, but the good news is......I’m not done yet. My new story, Ashes Don’t Bleed, will begin updating next week, and I’d love for you to join me there. Also watch out for the Epilogue and Bonus chapters. Until then, thank you again for being part of this journey. You’ve made it unforgettable. ♥
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 198VENUS Hospitals weren’t meant for firsts, but somehow ours kept happening here. The first time I felt the twins kick against the weight of my fear. The first time Aaron stirred after weeks of silence. And now, the first time we named our children. The doctors had left, satisfied with Aaron’s early responsiveness. Rosemary sat in the chair on his left, refusing to move, her hands clinging to his like she’d never let go again. I was on his right, holding our son, watching the way Aaron’s gaze kept drifting toward him even through exhaustion. His body was weak, trembling with each breath, but the fire in his eyes… that was untouched. “They’re beautiful,” he rasped, his voice raw but steady. His hand lifted shakily, fingers twitching toward the small bundle in my arms. I guided our son closer, pressing the tiny weight into his chest. Aaron cradled him with a care that stole my breath. This was the man who crushed enemies without hesitation, who carried the world on his shoul
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Chapter: Chapter 197VENUS Hospitals had their own kind of silence. Not the soft, peaceful kind. No, this one was heavier, a silence that pressed in from every corner, humming with machines and antiseptic, whispering of lives that dangled on fragile threads. I hated it. Every night, after everyone else was gone, I sat in that silence with Aaron. The twins curled against me, their tiny bodies warm, their breathing uneven but steady. One on each arm, their heads nestled close to my heart, like if they listened hard enough they’d hear the missing beat of their father’s echo inside me. I whispered to him like always. Told him about the twins, about how Sabine had gotten into a fight with Rosemary over which stuffed animal belonged to who, about how Connor was suddenly obsessed with baby-proofing every corner of the house, about how Colton visited and stood silently for hours, pretending not to care while his eyes betrayed him. But tonight was different. Tonight, the words tumbled out broken, raw, shar
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 196VENUS Love had a way of sneaking up on you. Not the kind that blindsided with fire and chaos—that was Aaron, always Aaron—but the kind that bloomed slow, like dawn seeping over the horizon. Quiet, patient, impossible to ignore once you noticed. That was Connor and Sabine. Sabine had clawed her way back from the pit Gerald had thrown her into. She wasn’t the fragile, trembling shadow that had first walked back into the hospital. She was herself again—sharp-eyed, sarcastic, impossibly warm. And she had the twins wrapped around her little finger in a way that made me both laugh and ache. She spoiled them rotten. Every time she came through the door, it was with something new: soft blankets embroidered with their initials, ridiculous tiny hats that made Rosemary roll her eyes, toys they couldn’t even hold yet. She’d scoop them up, kiss their little cheeks until they squealed, and whisper promises about all the adventures they’d one day have. “They’re going to grow up fearless,” she
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Chapter: Chapter 195 VENUS The twins didn’t care that the world was broken. They didn’t care that their father wasn’t here, or that my chest felt carved out each time I looked at the space beside me and found it empty. They didn’t care that I still dreamed of monitors beeping, of Aaron’s stillness, of promises half-fulfilled. All they cared about was milk. Warmth. The comfort of a body that would hold them through the night. And I gave it. God, I gave everything I had. But it was never enough. Not when every cry pulled me in two directions—toward them, and toward the man who should have been here, who should have been the anchor I leaned on when the exhaustion hollowed me out. Rosemary was God sent. Gianna too. She stayed up with me and helped me all the time. She really was the mom I never had. The days blurred. Nights even worse. Feeding, burping, diapers, rocking, soothing—then again, and again, and again. My body had already been worn thin by pregnancy, but now it felt like something far cr
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 194 VENUS The world has a cruel sense of timing. I’d spent weeks sitting at Aaron’s side, whispering to him, updating him on the pieces of our lives he couldn’t reach, begging him to come back. Weeks watching monitors and counting the seconds between the steady beeps. Weeks feeling the twins roll and stretch and kick inside me, a constant reminder that time was still moving even if he wasn’t. And then—when the day was the same as every other, when I was simply brushing my hand over his, murmuring his name into the sterile quiet—pain slammed into me like a lightning strike. It stole my breath. Made my vision blur. My hand clenched around his so tight that the monitor’s alarm beeped in protest. For one wild second, I thought it was just stress. Exhaustion. My body finally giving in to the weight of waiting. But then the pain pulsed again, sharper, heavier, low and insistent. My stomach tightened hard beneath my palm, and I knew. It was too soon. The twins weren’t supposed to be here
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 128EMILIOThe report comes in just after two a.m.—short, frantic, and laced with fear.She’s alive.Of course she is.I sip my coffee slowly, the bitter liquid grounding me in the stillness of my hotel room. The lights are off, except for the eerie blue flicker of monitors in front of me—security feeds, social media threads, encrypted messages looping in real time. All eyes on Morretti’s estate, and none of them mine. Not directly.The man I sent wasn't supposed to kill her. That was never the plan. Death is final. It ends things. And I'm not interested in endings. Not yet.He was meant to scare her. Shake her. Remind her that she isn’t untouchable, no matter how many armed guards Luca wraps her in. Just a ghost in the night, a whisper of threat she’d carry with her into the altar.But the idiot panicked. Let his hand slip. Collateral damage, they’d call it. A shallow stab wound that could’ve been deeper, blood spilled that wasn’t meant to be spilled. Unfortunate, y
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Chapter: Chapter 127ISADORA The estate’s marble floors gave way to dewy grass, soft beneath my bare feet but too cold, too damp—like even the earth wanted to warn me off. The night air hit sharp, slicing through the silk of my gown and skin like a blade dipped in memory.I needed to breathe. But all I could do was burn.My fingers shook. My chest felt too tight to hold air. So I went to the only place that had ever felt real here—the garden.Fairy lights still shimmered in the trees, soft and gold, like they hadn’t witnessed death wrapped in photo paper hours ago.Near the fountain, Laura and Rafael stood close—too close. Their heads bent toward each other like a secret was dangling between their lips.Laura saw me first. Her mouth parted, eyes wide. Rafael’s jaw tensed. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t give them the dignity of a nod, not even a glare. I walked past them like smoke—drifting, shapeless, done with being held.I collapsed into one of the garden chairs. Cold iron met my spi
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Chapter: Chapter 126LUCAShe looked like vengeance dressed in silk. Wrath with a pulse. My bride, my ruin, standing there in the golden light of dawn like she'd been forged in it.And I’d done this.I’d let her find it.Not because I wanted her to hurt—God, never that—but because I underestimated the one thing I should’ve worshipped from the beginning: her will.“You weren’t supposed to see that photo,” I’d said like a damn fool.And she shot back, “Yeah? Well, I did. And now I want the truth.”Of course she did.Isadora never begged for peace.She took it.Or burned the world down trying.I stepped forward, but she held her ground like a queen on her battlefield. No flinch. No fear. Her eyes were wild, red-rimmed, furious—and alive.“You want the truth?” I asked quietly. “Fine. I’ll give it to you, Princess. But once I do, there’s no crawling back into the dark. There’s no pretending you can unsee any of it.”Her voice didn’t waver. “I’m not the one pretending anymore.”
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Chapter: Chapter 125 ISADORA The rehearsal dinner was golden. Candlelight kissed the rims of wine glasses, soft music floated like silk through the garden, and laughter echoed in the air like the world had never broken me. For the first time in weeks, I let myself breathe. No suspicion. No shadow. Just tonight. Luca kissed my shoulder before the toast, leaned in and murmured, “You’re glowing, Princess.” And for once, I didn’t roll my eyes. I let him touch me. I let the warmth soak into my skin like I hadn’t been cold for days. Tomorrow, I’d be a bride. Tonight, I was free. I danced with my mother. Took tequila shots with Laura—yes, even she managed a smile that wasn’t forced. Rafael spun me once beneath the fairy lights and said, “You’re trouble,” with that crooked grin of his that made me laugh like I hadn’t buried pain under my ribs. For two hours, I let it be real. No questions. No weight. No doubt. But the moment I walked
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Chapter: Chapter 124LAURAThe rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep.He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.“You’re late,” he said without looking at me.I didn’t rush to close the distance. I took my time, each step a silent declaration.“And you’re still a control freak,” I replied, coming to stand between his legs as he pulled me in, no hesitation. His hands slid to my waist like they belonged there. Because lately, they did.He kissed me—not softly. Like he needed to forget what we were doing. What we were risking. Like I was the only place he could breathe.When he finally pulled away, he kept his forehead against mine. “She s
Last Updated: 2025-05-06
Chapter: Chapter 123ISADORA Luca laughed at something Rafael said, the low rumble of it curling around the hallway walls and crawling under my skin. I paused at the archway, watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. The study was awash in golden light—books, whiskey glasses, the faint scent of cigars and secrets. Luca’s posture was relaxed, his hand sweeping casually as he poured a drink. Rafael leaned against the desk, arms crossed, smirking. Like nothing had ever shifted between them. But I remembered. I remembered Luca storming into that garden, face thundercloud-dark. I remembered Rafael's stare—tight-lipped, unreadable. Whatever truce they’d shaken hands on, it wasn’t clean. So why did they act like it was? The door creaked as I stepped back. I didn’t want them seeing me. Not yet. Not when my head buzzed with questions they both refused to answer. Later, when we were alone in the bedroom, I tried to press him gently. “You and Rafael seem... good ag
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Chapter: Chapter Fourteen: Mystery Man The auctioneer’s gavel cracked like thunder.“Sold—five hundred and fifty million dollars to Ms. Amara Voss.”Applause detonated through the armory. Flashbulbs exploded, white stars strobing across the marble.Amara lowered her paddle with deliberate grace, the thrum in her chest a private drumline. Kaylee’s quiet exhale reached her ear like a prayer.Across the aisle, Ethan Cade didn’t flinch. He merely adjusted his cuff links, a flicker of muscle in his jaw the only betrayal. Sienna’s amber eyes glittered with the delight of someone watching two predators test each other’s teeth.Ethan rose first. His stride was unhurried, perfectly measured, and the crowd made room as if the marble itself obeyed him. He stopped in front of Amara and extended a hand.“Impressive,” he said, voice all velvet and smoke. “Congratulations, Ms. Voss. Hudson Apex is in formidable hands.”The mock-respect in his tone brushed against her like a knife’s flat side. His palm was warm, his grip steady—just a lit
Last Updated: 2025-09-21
Chapter: Chapter Thirteen: The Auction Of Masks The Midtown skyline glittered like a field of cold stars as Amara Voss stepped from the black town car. Wind coiled around the hem of her sable coat, carrying the metallic scent of the East River and the faint throb of late-night traffic.Kaylee moved beside her, clipboard tucked under one arm, every line of her posture whispering bodyguard in disguise. Amara had become fond of the girl. She was only a few years older than her but she looked like her like she hung up stars, with some kind of admiration that Amara didn't see herself worthy of.Inside the converted armory the air shimmered with money and expectation. Chandeliers the size of small planets spilled light across marble floors. The night’s prize was the Hudson Apex Development—a twenty-acre stretch of derelict waterfront slated to become the city’s next billion-dollar jewel.A hundred investors circled like sharks in designer suits. Cameras flashed. Champagne hissed. Amara felt every gaze slide toward her like a test blade.
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Chapter: Chapter Twelve: Feast Of The Jackals CADE ESTATE Morning light slid across the Hudson like a blade, the kind of pale September sun that looked gentle until you stepped into it and felt the bite.Inside a house of steel and smoked glass, Ethan Cade poured a second espresso and studied the woman lounging barefoot on his white-marble counter.Sienna never hurried. She let her silk robe slip enough to remind him of everything they’d built and destroyed together.The air between them tasted like ambition disguised as intimacy.“New money,” she said at last, flipping a glossy portfolio across the counter. “Amara Voss. Guess where she hatched?”Ethan scanned the dossier. “Zurich?”“Close. Geneva. Parents owned a string of private banking houses. Old European cash married to new-tech investments. Both conveniently dead, plane crash in the Pyrenees six months ago. Left her an estate outside Lucerne and the controlling shares of Voss International. Two months later, she liquidates half the assets and relocates to New York.”Sienn
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Chapter: Chapter Eleven: Letters In The Dark VOSS ESTATE The lake lay black and endless beyond the tall windows, a sheet of quiet that mirrored the night sky.Amara Voss—once Elara, always mother—sat at a mahogany desk facing that darkness, a single lamp haloing her in warm light.The house slept around her: guards at their stations, cameras humming, Kaylee’s precise footsteps faded into silence hours ago.Only the scratch of her fountain pen broke the hush.Each night she wrote to Milo.Not emails—never something that could be hacked or forwarded—but letters on heavy cream paper, the kind that smelled faintly of linen and rain.She wrote as though the boy still breathed, as though his laughter still ricocheted through mountain air instead of echoing inside her skull.Tonight the ink bled darker than usual, a storm pressed into script.~ My son,The world thinks you’re gone.They don’t know that every breath I take is for you.Tonight I walked into the serpent’s den.Sienna smiled with the same mouth that cursed you, but her ey
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Chapter Ten: When The Clock Starts The gala still pulsed behind her when Amara slipped out the side doors.Cool night air licked against the heat of champagne and chandeliers, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the metallic scent of rain. She didn’t glance back. A queen never checks whether her court is watching—she knows.But she heard them. The hush that followed her exit. The sudden swell of whispers.Who was she?Did you see that gown?Voss… never heard of her family.Good. Let them chew on the name until it splinters their perfect teeth.A black sedan waited at the curb. The driver, broad-shouldered and silent, opened the rear door. Amara slid in, skirts whispering across the leather. As the car pulled away, the mirrored windows of the Cade estate caught her reflection: a woman carved from shadow and moonlight, lips curved in a secret no one could guess.---------The Cades’ Residence – MidnightSienna kicked off her heels the second the doors closed, fury sparking beneath her diamond-cool facade.“Who is tha
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: Chapter Nine: First meeting or is it? “Hello.”The word lingered in the air, sweet as honey, sharp as glass. Sienna stood close enough for her perfume to bleed into the space between them—roses and smoke, cloying and suffocating. Her smile was flawless, but her eyes worked like scalpels, dissecting every inch of the stranger before her.Amara tilted her head, as though studying a curious insect that had dared land on her glass. Her smile unfurled, patient, deliberate.“Good evening,” she said, her voice soft but steady, silk pulled taut over steel. No tremor, no hesitation. It was a voice crafted for this very moment, and it slipped through Sienna’s ears like a blade between ribs.Sienna’s gaze flickered—just for a moment—before she reset her smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I make a point of knowing everyone worth knowing.”Amara let her laugh spill, low and unhurried, the kind that suggested amusement at a private joke. She lifted her champagne flute, let the crystal catch the chandelier light. “Oh, I’m certain we’ll
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