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2025-02-18 22:31:28VENUS
“Marry me.” My brain short-circuited. “W-what?” I blinked, pushing up my oversized glasses—scratched, crooked, and clinging to life like my sanity. His eyes tracked the motion, brimming with disdain. Typical. “You heard me,” he replied coolly, like he’d just asked for a meeting reschedule, not proposed marriage to the woman he’s treated like corporate lint for two months straight. God, I loathe this man. “What, is this some new psychological warfare tactic?” I folded my arms. “Because the emotional labor you’ve inflicted isn’t quite enough?” “Marry me and I—” “No.” My voice cut through the tension like a blade. Sharp. Final. He blinked. Just once. But I saw it—surprise. As if the idea of being turned down had never occurred to him. “No?” he echoed, mildly offended. Didn't think I'd ever speak back, did you? “Want it in Spanish? French? Morse code?” “You haven’t even heard my offer.” “I don’t want your offer.” My voice rose. “I’m not interested in whatever twisted bargain you’ve cooked up in that emotionally unavailable brain of yours.” He leaned back in his chair, lips twitching. Not quite a smirk, something colder. “One million dollars.” Silence. My heart stuttered. He's crazy. I was genuinely concerned now, Did he hit his head or something? “A million?” I asked, incredulous. “You think throwing money at me will fix the months you’ve spent micromanaging me into oblivion? You’ve treated me like disposable help, now suddenly I’m bride material?” “You’ll have time to consider,” he said evenly. Calm. Measured. Calculating. Like he hadn’t just upended my world. I scoffed and slammed a folder on his desk. “Here’s the report you asked for. And no, I’m not for sale. You’re not the devil in disguise, Sinclair. You are the disguise.” Then I walked out. And for the first time since I started working for him… there was no retaliation. No snide remarks. No passive-aggressive memos. Just silence. It should’ve felt like peace. It didn’t. By the time I left work, the weight of it all was pressing on my chest—like the moment before a storm. I ran into Jude at the elevator. “You’re heading out early,” he noted. “Yeah,” I said with a tired smile. “Gotta check on Mom.” “Tell her I said hi.” I nodded, waved, and headed home hoping for quiet. I got it. But not the kind I wanted. The apartment was still. Too still. I opened my bedroom door and my stomach sank. Drawers overturned. Sheets yanked off. My closet wide open like a wound. “No,” I whispered, lunging for the box under my bed. Empty. All of it gone. Every dollar I’d scraped and saved for Mom’s chemo. Months of tips, late nights, skipped meals vanished. There was no sign of forced entry. No broken windows. No lock tampering. Just one conclusion. Only one person had a key. Only one person had ever taken more from me than he gave. Dain.
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VENUS“Where were you?”I stopped a step short of him and let the pause stretch. Not too long, just enough to make it deliberate. Let him feel it.“Bathroom,” I said.Flat. Boring. A closed door.Aaron’s eyes narrowed. “That took longer than five minutes.”“Did you time me?” I asked mildly. The kind of tone that dares someone to make a mistake.Inside the room, George was already seated at the low table with the therapist, crayons scattered across the surface like spilled candy. The door remained open, a thin barrier between safety and fracture.Aaron shifted, angling his body so he blocked my line of sight to the hallway. His voice dropped.“You don’t disappear in places like this,” he said. “You know that.”I shrugged and made to step past him toward the doorway.He caught my arm.Not rough. Not aggressive. Just firm enough to stop me.“That’s not optional,” he added.Something sharp twisted in my chest. I looked down at his hand, then slowly back up at his face.“Let go,” I said.H
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 36
VENUSThe clinic rose before us like a block of clean intentions—glass, steel, pale stone—all polished to reassure. Sunlight bounced off the façade and into my eyes as the convoy slowed. Security fanned out, earpieces buzzing faintly, the world rearranging itself around us.George squeezed my hand as we stepped inside.“I don’t like the smell,” he whispered.“I know,” I said, smiling down at him. “Hospitals and clinics always smell like… rules.”He let out a small, nervous laugh, tension easing just a fraction. Aaron walked on George’s other side, shoulder brushing mine in the narrow entryway. He didn’t look at me. Didn’t need to. I could feel the rigid heat of him there—alert, wound tight, ready to pounce.The lobby hummed with quiet activity: soft voices, rubber soles against tile, a wall-mounted screen looping a video about coping skills. The words slid past me. I didn’t need them.Check-in complete. Names confirmed, appointments verified. Security spread out again: two men drifted
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 35
VENUSThe hallway released me into the dining area like a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Morning light poured in through the tall windows, pale and deceptively gentle, illuminating a scene that belonged to a life I barely recognized anymore. The long table gleamed, perfectly set. Plates arranged with careful symmetry. Silverware aligned just so. A version of normal so meticulously maintained it almost passed for real.Almost.Rosemary sat at the head of the table, angled toward Sabine, who was strapped into her high chair, a bib already smudged from a half-finished attempt at breakfast. Rosemary held a spoon midair, her expression patient but strained as she tried to coax another bite past Sabine’s stubborn lips.“Just one more, sweetheart,” she murmured. “For me.”Sabine turned her head sharply, lips pressed tight—unmistakably Sinclair. Her dark eyes flicked to me the moment I entered the room, lighting up.“Mama.”George sat farther down the table, his plate untouched. A pi
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VENUSMy phone vibrated on the countertop.The sound was small. Ordinary.I froze, water still pouring over my shoulders, breath snagging halfway through an inhale. For one irrational second, I considered leaving it there, letting it buzz until the battery died, pretending ignorance could still protect me.But Andrea didn’t do maybes.I shut the water off and reached for the towel, wrapping it tight as I stepped out of the shower. Cold tile bit into my feet, grounding me just enough to move. In the mirror, a woman stared back. She was calm, composed and in control.She was a liar.I picked up the phone.One message lit the screen.>Can’t lie—you put on a good show. Didn’t think you had it in you.My stomach hollowed out.Not fear.Confirmation.Clarity settled in with sickening precision. Andrea hadn’t guessed. She hadn’t assumed. She knew exactly how last night had gone.Which meant one thing.I wasn’t alone.Either the house was bugged—listening devices tucked into vents, cameras hi
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VENUSI woke up with the taste of iron at the back of my throat and a skull-splitting ache that felt like punishment rather than consequence.For a few seconds, I let myself lie still, staring at the ceiling as the morning light filtered through the curtains in thin, pale lines. My body was heavy, limbs slow, but my mind—my mind was viciously awake. No fog. No confusion. Just the brutal clarity of memory.Every word I’d said to Aaron last night replayed with merciless precision.You ruin everything. I shouldn’t have married you. I squeezed my eyes shut.I remembered the exact moment his face changed. The way his shoulders stiffened, like he’d been bracing for impact even before I shoved him away. I remembered how quiet he’d gotten—how that silence was worse than if he’d yelled.I hadn’t been that drunk.That was the part that hurt the most.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat upright, palms pressed flat against the mattress. The room tilted slightly—not from alcohol, but
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AARON The second I stepped out of the bedroom, the house felt… wrong. Too quiet for the kind of hurricane that had just torn through it. The overhead lights hummed softly—annoyingly—like they could sense the pounding in my skull and wanted to contribute. The sedative haze Venus put me under hadn’t fully cleared; my head still throbbed with every movement, an echo of her words replaying like a cracked record in my mind. You ruin everything… Aaron… That one cut deeper than the bullet that nearly killed me. I closed the bedroom door gently behind me, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth. There wasn’t time—not to think, not to process the wreckage she’d left behind in my chest. Iris was still missing. Venus was unraveling. And whatever she’d walked into tonight… it had her speaking with a voice that wasn’t hers. I moved down the hallway, my steps quiet out of instinct. The kids. I needed to be sure they were okay. Connor and Rick’s voices drifted from the living room—low, tense
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