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: CMWMBB 20 VENUS The moment the door slammed behind Gerald, the silence hit me like a physical blow. For a long breath, I just sat there. Staring at the metal door. Listening to the fading echoes of his chains, the fading sound of his laughter, the fading ghost of his final words: You’ll never find her. My stomach twisted. My vision blurred. I gripped the edges of the table until my fingers burned, grounding myself in the cold metal because everything else felt like it was slipping. I forced myself to stand. My body didn’t appreciate that. Pain shot through my ribs, sharp and white-hot, slicing through the thin layer of adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation. The room tilted for a second, walls leaning in, and I pressed my hand against the table until I found balance again. Then I walked. One foot. Then the other. Each step felt like dragging weights through mud. The guard outside straightened immediately when I pushed the door open. His smugness was gone, now repla
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
Chapter: CMWMBB 19VENUSThe door clanged shut behind Gerald, the echo scraping down my spine like cold metal fingers. He shuffled forward in slow, deliberate steps, the chains on his ankles rattling with each movement. His wrists were pinned tight in front of him, silver cuffs biting into skin that looked both paler and meaner than I remembered.He watched me.Not the way normal people look at someone they hurt.Not with remorse.Not even curiosity.He looked at me like I was a painting he’d memorized long ago and was now examining for damage. He sat in the metal chair opposite mine. The guard behind him stepped back but didn’t leave the room.I forced my voice steady. “Can we have the room, please?”The guard hesitated, eyes flicking between me and Gerald like he wasn’t sure which one of us was the danger here. Smart man. He inclined his head toward the door.“I’ll be right outside,” he said. “And there are cameras. If anything happens—”“I understand,” I cut in.His jaw tightened, but he stepped out
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Chapter: CMWMBB 18VENUS I woke to the soft hum of machines and the faint antiseptic chill that seeped into every inch of the hospital room. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just stared at the ceiling — too white, too bright, too empty — and tried to make sense of the pounding behind my eyes.My body felt heavy, thick with the sedative Aaron had insisted on. I remembered fighting it, begging him not to let them put me under. I remembered his voice — low, apologetic, breaking somewhere around the edges — as the world blurred and dissolved.Now, the world was painfully sharp again.A soft snore drew my eyes sideways.Sabine sat hunched in the chair beside my bed, her head resting awkwardly on her folded arms. Her curls spilled over her elbows, rising and falling with her breaths. She must have fought sleep until her body gave out. Her hand was still on the side of my mattress, like she’d been holding it.But Aaron wasn’t here.The space he’d occupied last night — the shadow in the corner, the anchor when e
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Chapter: CMWMBB 17IRIS I wake up because something is shaking.Not gentle shaking, like when Mommy tries to wake me up for school and says, “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”This is rough. Like someone grabbed my shoulder and moved me too fast.My head hurts. My eyes feel sticky. My mouth tastes like when I forget to brush my teeth after eating candy.Everything is blurry.Everything is loud.The car is moving but I don’t know where it’s taking me. The window beside me shows trees, then light, then shadows and I don’t know any of them. There’s a man in the front seat and another beside me. They’re big. Too big. Their clothes are dark and their voices sound like rocks rolling.I try to sit up.The man beside me pushes me back. “Sit still.”I don’t want to sit still.I want George.I want Sabine Jr.I want Mommy.I want Daddy.“Where’s my brother?” My voice comes out tiny. It sounds like someone else. Not me.They don’t answer.“Where’s my mom?” I try again. “Where’s George? He—he was holding my hand. He wa
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Chapter: CMWMBB 16AARONLucas Derrane’s name was barely out of his mouth before the metallic taste of anger hit my tongue — cold, measured, razor-edged. I leaned back just enough for him to feel the space between us shrink, the weight of my attention locking him in place. His breath hitched.“You staged an interaction to make it look like I was cheating on my wife,” I said.Lucas’s shoulders snapped tight like a man bracing for a blow. “I didn’t stage anything,” he blurted. “I—I was paid to put some kind of substance in the air conditioning. That’s it.”Connor’s jaw flexed beside me. Colton didn’t move, but I felt him lean forward — the subtle shift of a predator catching a scent.I kept my voice level. “Who was your partner?”“P-partner?” His confusion looked real — but fear often did.“There were two of you in the footage,” I said. “Don’t test me, Lucas.”He flinched. “I swear, I don’t know who he is. They said someone would meet me in the lobby and hand me the package. We didn’t talk. We just plante
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Chapter: CMWMBB 15AARON I stood there for a long moment after she slipped under, my hand still wrapped around hers even though her fingers had gone slack. Sedation had stolen the fight from her body — but not from her face. Even in sleep, she looked like a woman braced for impact, like she might wake any second and sprint barefoot into hell if it meant getting Iris back.God, she’d fought. She’d bled. She’d torn her own body apart to keep those kids alive. And they had still taken our daughter.The thought alone made something sharp and lethal coil inside my chest.I let out a slow breath and finally straightened. The nurse nodded once at me — a small gesture of understanding — then slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with the soft hum of machines and Venus’s even breaths.The quiet was unbearable.I dragged a hand through my hair. Three days of leads and dead ends. Three days of watching systems I controlled, networks I built, and contacts who owed me everything come back with the same infuriat
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-five: Ashes Don't Lie ITALY Italy breathed differently.Not like California's sharp glass-and-steel lungs, nor Cade City’s greedy metallic rhythm.Italy breathed slowly. Deeply. Like a land that had seen too much and decided to carry its grief with elegance.The jet touched down at a private airfield outside Salerno. When Amara stepped out, dusk kissed her skin, warm and orange, carrying the faint scent of sea salt and old stone. But she didn’t stop to inhale. Didn’t lift her face to the sun.Grief did not allow indulgence.She walked past the waiting car without a word. The driver scrambled to open the back door, but Amara slid into the front seat instead, eyes fixed straight ahead, voice low and clipped—deadly in its composure.“To the cemetery.”Those three words turned the air inside the car grave-cold.The drive took thirty minutes. Amara didn’t speak once. Not when the coastline appeared in glittering strokes. Not when they passed lemon groves glowing gold. Not when they cut through the narrow ancie
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-four: The Wolves Start Running Ethan Cade did not drink coffee.He consumed it.Like ammunition.Shot after shot.Cup after cup.And tonight, his desk was littered with the husks—porcelain soldiers slain in battle—evidence of the war he had been fighting for hours without pause.The skyline outside his office windows bled gold into midnight, skyscrapers gleaming like polished blades. The Cade Enterprises tower stood tallest, proudest, its crown touching the sky like it owned the damn hemisphere.Tonight, though, ownership felt… negotiable.He’d been pacing for nearly three hours, one hand buried in his hair, the other holding the remnants of yet another cappuccino he didn’t remember finishing. His usually flawless shirt was wrinkled, sleeves shoved past his elbows, tie discarded entirely.His empire was bleeding.Barely.But bleeding all the same.And that was unacceptable.Completely. Absolutely. Violently unacceptable.Ethan halted mid-stride, eyes darting across the scattered reports on his desk—projections, los
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-three: coffee, secrets and ghosts II The silence between them thickened, humming like a struck wire. For the first time since she walked into the café, Amara—Elara—felt the ground tilt underneath her. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even shock. It was that old, sour taste of a life she had buried with her own hands trying to claw its way back up through the dirt. Daelan waited until her fingers stopped digging into her palms before he finally spoke. “I need a favor,” he said quietly. The word favor tasted wrong coming from him. From her little experience with him, she knew he wasn’t a man who asked for things. He extracted them. Strategized them. Bent circumstances until they surrendered. Hearing him ask… it set off alarms. Amara raised her chin, expression cold again. “You’re going to have to try harder than blackmail-by-name, Daelan.” “It’s about Damien.” Her brows twitched, just barely. She sat back, arms folding, irritation cutting clean through the lingering shock. “Oh please. I don’t know him. You said it yours
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-two: COFFEE, SECRETS & GHOSTSThe café was quiet in that expensive, intentional way — muted lighting, arched windows, the faint hum of jazz floating like smoke. A place designed to look casual while hiding the fact that every cup of coffee cost enough to feed a family.Amara slipped into it like she owned it.Black coat. Hair pinned. Expression carved from marble.She spotted Daelan immediately — corner table, back to the wall, posture loose but eyes watching every entrance and exit like he was mapping escape routes.She approached without slowing, heels clicking sharp and precise across the polished floors.He stood when she reached the table — a gentleman gesture from a man who was anything but gentle — and she waved him down before he could even open his mouth.“Let’s get to the point, Daelan.” Amara slid into her seat, crossing her legs with the elegance of someone who had decided long ago that she’d never bow again. “Why exactly did you ask to meet me?”Daelan settled back into his chair, studying her with th
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-one: Ashes Of Empire
VOSS INDUSTRIES – EXECUTIVE FLOOR, NIGHTThe city was a shimmering skeleton of light and glass when Amara finally stood alone in her office again. The meeting had gone exactly as planned — no, better. Ethan’s rage was a live thing, a storm she had summoned with precision, and now it was moving exactly where she wanted it to.The faint reflection of her face in the darkened window smiled back at her. Controlled. Composed. Ruthless.Kaylee had left hours ago, after delivering the final report on Cade Enterprises’ next merger target — a company Ethan was desperate to secure to stabilize the financial hemorrhage she’d orchestrated.Amara’s fingers brushed the folder absently. “You really should’ve left well enough alone, Ethan.”But of course, he never did.And that was the beauty of it — he was predictable. Always had been.She turned from the window as her phone buzzed softly on the desk. One message. Kaylee.> Phase one successful. Cade’s comms breached. Files in place. Proceed?She ty
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty: The Illusion Of Control VOSS INDUSTRIES – EXECUTIVE FLOORThe elevator chimed softly before the doors parted, revealing the kind of silence that belonged to power — expensive, deliberate, and suffocating.Ethan Cade stepped out, every line of his body honed and coiled. The staff along the corridor stiffened. No one dared to meet his gaze. He didn’t need to raise his voice; his presence alone was a command.He didn’t stop at reception. “Amara Voss,” he said, his tone clipped, low. “Tell her I’m here.”The receptionist — barely out of college, judging by the panic in her eyes — stammered, “I’m not sure she’s—”But the glass doors at the end of the hallway slid open.“Right here.”Amara stood framed by the light spilling from her office. Crisp white suit. Heels like weapons. Calm, composed and dangerous.“Ethan Cade,” she said, like she was tasting the name. “To what do I owe this unannounced pleasure?”He stalked forward, his expression unreadable but his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “You’ve got
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Bound To The Mafia
Isadora’s life takes an unexpected turn when she’s forced into an engagement with the enigmatic and ruthless Luca Morretti. Known as a man with a dark past and an iron grip on the underworld, Luca is as dangerous as he is captivating. Trapped in his lavish mansion, Isadora struggles to maintain her independence while navigating his world of secrets, power, and bloodstained promises.
But Luca’s obsession with her isn’t just about control—it’s personal. He knows more about her than he should, and every moment they spend together makes it harder for Isadora to resist the pull he has on her.
As their lives intertwine, Isadora is faced with a choice: play by Luca’s rules and uncover the truth behind his motives, or risk losing the people she loves and her chance at freedom.
In a world where loyalty is tested, danger lurks around every corner, and love is as perilous as betrayal, will Isadora survive being bound to Luca’s vow? Or will she fall for the man who holds her fate in his hands?
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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
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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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