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 Astor 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?
Basahin
Chapter: CMWMBB 57VENUSIf Aaron hadn’t come to me that night—if he hadn’t held my face in his hands and told me to trust him—I would have believed it was real.I would have believed the divorce had carved something final between us.Because after the papers were signed, he didn’t look at me.Not once.The lawyers gathered the documents, their voices soft and professional, already moving on to logistics as if they hadn’t just witnessed the quiet destruction of a marriage. Aaron stood first. His chair scraped lightly against the floor, the sound sharp enough to make my pulse jump.He didn’t hesitate.Didn’t linger.He walked straight for the door.For a split second, panic flared in my chest. Wait. Stay. Look at me. But I swallowed the urge down because I understood now—this was the part we had to sell.The door opened.And chaos poured in.Flashes exploded like lightning. Questions collided over each other, sharp and invasive.“Mr. Sinclair, is it true you’ve finalized your divorce?”“Is this connected
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-12
Chapter: CMWMBB 56GABBYI had already decided before the car ever started moving.That was the thing about choices like this—they weren’t made in the moment of chaos. They were made quietly, earlier, when no one was watching. When fear settled into resolve instead of panic.The men didn’t notice when I leaned forward between the seats and handed them the bottles.“Water,” I said lightly. “Long drive.”The one in the passenger seat grunted and took it without looking. The other twisted the cap and drank half of it in one go. They were careless. Comfortable. Men who believed the worst danger was already behind them.I watched their throats move as they swallowed.Counted the seconds in my head.Iris sat beside me in the backseat, small and bundled, her legs barely touching the edge of the seat. I angled my body toward her without thinking, one arm casually braced in front of her like that alone could protect her from what was coming.“Are we going home now?” she asked quietly.“Soon,” I said, keeping my
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-08
Chapter: CMWMBB 55VENUS Andrea’s call came before dusk.I couldn't sleep or eat after Aaron left. I was worried and couldn't stop wondering what Aaron had planned.The phone vibrated in my hand before I even saw her name, I answered without greeting.“Have you picked a date yet?” Andrea snapped.No pretense. No mock warmth. Her voice was sharp, irritated, stripped of the smug calm she usually wore like perfume.“No,” I said. “I haven’t.”A beat.Then she exploded.“Shut up,” Andrea hissed. “Don’t insult me by pretending you still have choices.”I tightened my grip on the phone.“You don’t get to stall,” she went on, words coming fast now, clipped, angry. “You don’t get to think. You don’t get to hesitate. Since you can’t seem to pick a date, I’ve done it for you.”My stomach dropped.“It’s tomorrow,” she said. “Everything’s arranged."I swallowed. “Tomorrow isn’t—”“I’ll be there,” Andrea cut in coldly. “In person. And don’t test me, Venus. You already know what happens if you do.”Silence stretched
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-07
Chapter: CMWMBB 54COLTON You learn quickly in my line of work that waiting is the most dangerous part.Not the breach.Not the gunfire.Not even the aftermath.Waiting.Because waiting gives your mind room to imagine the worst and imagination has teeth.We’d positioned our men along the perimeter of the last confirmed signal ping just before dusk. A semi-rural stretch. It was quiet and too clean. The kind of place people chose precisely because no one paid attention to it. Long driveways, trees heavy with shadow, properties spaced far enough apart to keep secrets comfortable.The properties here were bought under shell companies.I sat in the driver’s seat of an unmarked SUV, engine idling low, eyes fixed on the house ahead. Connor was in the vehicle behind me, monitoring feeds and chatter through his headset. Our people were spread out in a loose ring—no lights, no noise, no mistakes.We didn’t rush.Minutes stretched.Then half an hour.Then an hour.Nothing.No movement. No lights. No silhouettes c
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-07
Chapter: CMWMBB 53AARON Connor didn’t raise his voice when the confirmation came.He didn’t need to.The room had already gone still—the kind of stillness that only happens when everyone present knows they’re standing on the edge of something irreversible.“It wasn’t Durrane,” Connor said, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. “It was the other one. His partner.”Julio.The name settled like grit between my teeth.Connor continued, methodical, precise. “He made contact ten minutes ago. Burn phone. Short call. Less than forty seconds.”“Who did he reach?” Colton asked.Connor’s fingers moved fast over the tablet. “Andrea. Or one of her handlers. We traced the bounce—three relays, two dead zones. But the call went through.”I leaned forward, palms braced on the edge of the table. “So he talked.”“Yes.”“About Iris?”Connor nodded once. “About what he thought we knew.”That was the whole point.All of it deliberate.All of it bait.“She called for the location to be changed,” Connor said quietly.Col
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-06
Chapter: CMWMBB 52IRISIris had stopped counting the days because they didn’t behave the way days were supposed to.At home, days had shape. They started with light slipping through curtains and Mama’s voice humming softly in the kitchen. They ended with bathwater and pajamas and Daddy reading even when George tried to rush ahead in the book. Days had edges you could hold.Here, they blurred.Morning felt the same as afternoon. Afternoon slid quietly into night. The lights came on and off at the same times, but Iris didn’t feel them move inside her. It was like being inside a snow globe someone kept shaking gently—never enough to hurt, never enough to stop.The lady had been nice.That was important. Iris knew how to tell the difference between mean people and nice people. Nice people used soft voices. Nice people knelt down instead of standing over you. Nice people asked if you wanted apple slices or crackers, even when you didn’t really want either.This lady’s name was Gabby.Gabby had brown hair sh
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-eight: The Sea That Remembered Her Name Damien didn’t move for a long moment after she spoke.I want to leave Italy.The words hung between them like a blade suspended by a single hair.Amara’s breathing had steadied, but only barely. Her chest still rose too fast. Her fingers still twitched from aftershocks. The kitchen still smelled faintly of cold marble, sea wind, and her fear.She hated that he’d seen her like this again. Hated that Italy had dragged her back into a nightmare she’d buried with grit and therapy and oceans of distance.But more than that—She hated how gently he still held her, as if some part of him remembered exactly how to keep her from breaking.Damien finally spoke, voice low.“Not tonight.”It wasn’t a refusal.It wasn’t acceptance.It was a delay.Amara stiffened in his arms.“Let me go,” she murmured.He did. Instantly. As if her skin had burned him.She pushed herself to sit upright, back against the cabinet. Damien stayed crouched in front of her, but now there was distance. Space for dignity.
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-seven: THE NIGHT ITALY OPENED OLD WOUNDSItaly didn’t sleep.Not really.And neither did Amara.She sat on the edge of the guest bed hours after storming out of Damien’s study, staring at the open balcony doors where the moonlight washed the marble floor in cold silver. The same room she once healed in. The same room she once broke in.The same room where she learned to breathe again after almost drowning.It should’ve felt safe.Instead it felt like a ribcage tightening around her.Tomorrow she would leave.She didn’t decide it—she knew it, like knowing the tide would return.Amara would go back to the Amalfi hills, to the mansion where Ethan had kissed her, lied to her, and shoved her off a cliff like she was disposable weight.She would search the place herself.Maybe she wouldn’t find proof of her attempted murder—not after a year.Maybe she wouldn’t find anything tying Sienna to Milo’s death.Maybe everything had already been cleaned, erased, scrubbed with bleach and Cade money.Fine.Then she’d look for something else.
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-six: The Man Behind The Quiet The Rhys estate swallowed sound the way the ocean swallowed secrets—completely.Once the doors shut behind them, the villa’s interior felt colder, darker, almost monastic. High ceilings. Stone walls. Shadows that moved as if they had their own breath.Damien walked ahead of her without asking if she would follow.Amara followed without asking why.A strange symmetry, for two people who shared nothing but a growing ledger of silent debts.He led her into a vast study lit by low amber lamps. Books lined the walls. Old maps. A fireplace with dying embers. A room built for power—and for hiding it.Damien turned to her slowly.“Ask,” he said. Not inviting. Not warning.Just… accepting inevitability.Amara stepped closer, chin high, grief buried under iron.“Who are you, Damien?”He didn’t answer.Not with words.Not with a shift of expression.Not even with a tell-tale flicker in his eyes.He simply watched her—like a man waiting to see how much of herself she was willing to spill to get a
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-21
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-19
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-17
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-16
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10
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.”
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10
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
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10
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
Huling Na-update: 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
Huling Na-update: 2025-05-05
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