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Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 115
VENUSThe silence had grown thick. Not just with boredom or fear, but with something colder, meaner. The kind of silence that didn’t just exist....it waited. It loomed like a shadow just out of reach. It carried weight like a loaded gun, full of intent, full of consequence.Time passed.Or maybe it didn’t.Time had long ago stopped meaning anything in this place. The walls didn’t shift with the sun. The light didn’t change. There were no clocks, no schedules. Only hunger pangs and Gerald’s unpredictable footsteps to break the monotony. I’d drift in and out of sleep, startled awake by my own heartbeat, always hearing echoes of words he’d said.The city. He said the city.That one word still rang like a distant bell in the fog. “City.” He hadn’t said in the city. He’d said he’d have to go to the city. That meant we weren’t there. That meant isolation. It meant distance. It meant no one could hear me scream.I’d held onto that word like a talisman, a shard of truth in a room built on lie
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 114
AARONTime didn’t crawl anymore.It snapped. Lashed. Tore.Every tick of the clock was a threat. Every breath I took without her felt like an insult. Like I was cheating time. Betraying her with my survival.I didn’t go back to being docile. Hell no.I barked orders like a general in a losing war. Snapped at Connor, Jane, even my mother. Sabine got it the worst, though she never flinched. Nobody was spared. My days became hollow: rituals of sharp commands, colder silences, and the taste of fury I couldn’t swallow. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. My suits hung looser. My jaw stayed clenched. The empire was no longer mine to hold but I wasn’t done swinging.My free time? A graveyard. A museum of dead ends and faded footprints. I reread every report. Cross-referenced files like they might bleed her name if I ripped them open hard enough. Nothing came. No sightings. No whispers. No messages. Venus was still gone.And the blame? It didn’t knock. It broke the door down and built a home in my ch
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 113
VENUSThe days crawled by with agonizing precision, each second dragging like it had something to prove. Gerald, in his infinite delusion, thought he’d earned something from me. Maybe respect. Maybe affection. Maybe gratitude. Whatever it was, he called it trust. I called it bait.After my feigned obedience—the rehearsed smiles, the whispered thank-yous that tasted like ash, the hollow compliance that curled at the edges—he gave me a reward.He unlocked the cuff.Not both. Just the one.My right wrist, finally free, felt almost weightless. I could stretch, shift, pace the length of the room in lazy, bitter loops. It was freedom in the cruelest sense: just enough to remind me what I’d lost. The left wrist remained shackled to the bedpost, a constant anchor. A reminder.The door? Still locked. Always locked. The windows? Sealed with industrial expertise. No latch, no hinge, no give. It was like the room itself had been hermetically sealed, vacuum-packed for captivity. Time didn’t flow h
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 112
VENUSThe rain kept ticking at the windows like a metronome gone mad. I sat propped against the pillows, wrists sore from their weight against the mattress, heart slow but loud, like it was pacing inside a cage. Minutes passed. Hours, maybe. Or seconds. Time was unreliable here, bending under the weight of silence.Then I heard it.The creak.Not from the hall. Not faint or distant. No, this was right outside the door. purposeful and heavy.He was back.The doorknob turned with ceremonial slowness, like he wanted me to hear it, to anticipate him. And I did. Not with fear. Not anymore. With precision. With restraint. I had learned the rhythm of his delusion, and I was learning how to weaponize it.The door opened.Gerald stepped in like a scene rehearsed. Pressed shirt. Bare feet. A tray in his hands, covered in a silver lid. Steam rising. Always a production with him."You’re awake," he said with that voice—too calm, too pleased.I didn’t speak.His eyes swept over me, checking. Not i
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 111
VENUSI woke up to stillness.Not the sterile, whitewashed stillness you find in hospitals or hotel rooms. This was intimate. Chilling. Too deliberate. The kind of quiet that feels engineered. Like the room itself was holding its breath.No Gerald.The chair where he’d sat earlier was empty now, the cushion still slightly dented, the air still laced with the remnants of his cologne: bitter citrus and something darker underneath, like rot dressed in silk.My head throbbed. The IV in my arm was gone, but the discomfort clung to my veins like residue. I tested my limbs one by one, slow and cautious. Every muscle ached, every joint protested but I was alive.Barely.Then I felt it.A tug.My right leg was cuffed to the bedpost.Not cruelly. Not tight enough to bruise or restrict circulation. Just… secure. Like I was a treasured object, something precious and fragile that might wander off if left unattended.My eyes settled on the restraint. Polished silver, clinical in its design. The key
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 110
AARONTime doesn’t move the same when someone you love is missing.There. I said it.I was hopelessly in love with Venus Sinclair.My contract wife.Minutes stretch like scars across your soul. Hours turn into warfare—battles against guilt, rage and hope. Sleep? A luxury I couldn’t afford. Not while Venus was still out there. Somewhere.Every day started the same: cold coffee, stale silence, and another dead end.Billy and Dain had given all they could, which wasn’t much. Every hour we grilled them, every threat we dangled, led to the same ugly truth:Martha drugged her.Her own mother.A Judas in silk gloves.Dorian had vanished off the grid. Jane said he was cooking something with Caroline and Richard. Either he was running scared or already buried by his own schemes. My gut said the former. That snake was too smart to die early.We found Venus’ car abandoned in a scrapyard on the city’s outskirts. Doors locked. No blood. No prints. Her purse was still in the trunk, zipped up tight—
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