VENUS“You look good, Mom.”“I feel good,” she smiled at me, her eyes soft. “While you were gone, the nurses took good care of me.”Aaron. He kept his word. I couldn’t deny it. I was… grateful.“I’m sorry I left for so long.”“Yeah, work and all,” she teased, her voice light.“Mom…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I didn't want to get into it, not with her. Not when every word I said felt like it carried a weight I couldn’t shake.She laughed softly. “You’re the one who eloped, sweetheart.”I winced. Touché. “I’m sorry.”Her gaze softened, and for a moment, the teasing disappeared from her eyes. She reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “Are you happy with him, baby? You know you can tell me anything, right?”I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Happy? What did that even mean?“Mom, I’m happy,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady, though it felt hollow. “He loves me. He really does.”Liar.“And he treats me very well, and… I love him too.”She wiped away a tear. Just on
VENUS“You can’t tell anyone, Gianna. Not even Joey.”Joey—her eldest brother. The one I’ve had a crush on since I was old enough to mistake butterflies for something serious. Pathetic, I know.Gianna leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Cross my heart. Now spill.”We were holed up in this cozy café on the Lower East Side. Hidden. Quiet. Free from Aaron and the suffocating shadow he casts without even trying. That’s the worst part.He wasn’t doing anything. And still, he was everywhere.I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss.No press. No cameras. No audience.Just him.And me.His mouth on mine like it mattered.I kept telling myself it was the heat of the moment. Anger. Power play. Emotional static misfiring. But the voice in my chest whispered a different story. One I wasn’t ready to read.“You remember I told you Dain took the money meant for Mom’s chemo?” I began, hands curled around my cup like it could anchor me. “What I didn’t tell you was… why I married Aaron in the firs
VENUS The next morning, we boarded the plane. Aaron was still mad at me. He was silent and unreadable. All the progress we made in Rome gone. Fair enough. It was my first real takeoff. Conscious this time, at least. And even though he was hell-bent on icing me out, he still let me hold his hand as the plane roared to life. His fingers didn’t move. Didn’t squeeze. Just stayed there Solid, warm, infuriatingly steady. I let go the moment we lifted off. Pride’s a funny thing. I turned on my phone. It had mysteriously shut down at 76% last night. Now, it sprang to life, flooding with notifications. Either I turned it off, which I didn’t or Gerald did. And if he did? That was a violation I wasn’t ready to unpack. Rome was massive. What were the odds I bumped into Gerald like that? Am I overthinking? Probably. But the knot in my stomach said otherwise. Then came the articles. Click after click—photos of Aaron and me all over Rome. Walking, laughing, shoulder to shoulder. Can
VENUS"Venus. My ever-loving God, Venus, you better have a good explanation for everything, everything!" Gianna grumbled, her voice rising into something between panic and exasperation. "Aunt Martha doesn’t know anything. I visited her last night."I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning against the cool marble countertop in the kitchen of the condo."Thank God," I muttered, relieved. "Keep her away from the tabloids, please."Gianna wasn’t letting up. "So you’re not joking? You’re really married?""Want to see a certificate?" I teased cheekily, trying to deflect the weight of her concern with a thin veil of humor."Venus." She said my name like a warning, like she could see right through me even through the phone. Her voice softened, threaded with genuine worry.I couldn’t lie to her. Not entirely. She’d know. Her intuition was dangerously accurate, and no matter what story I spun, she’d pick it apart until she found the truth hiding underneath. That’s how deeply she knew me."I got mar
VENUSI sent a picture of my hand—ring and all—alongside the one Aaron and I took. Saying they came out lovely would be the understatement of the century. I forwarded it to Gianna and Jude with the caption:> "A whole wifey."Yeah. Gianna’s going to murder me. But better she hears it from me before some tabloid sniffs out our Roman wedding. Not that they would. This is Rome—ancient ruins, yes. Nosy paparazzi? Not so much.I showered, deciding today was the day I finally ventured out. I’d been holed up in luxury too long. A gilded cage was still a cage, no matter how fluffy the pillows.After drying off, I slipped into a yellow sundress, let my hair down, and threw on sandals. Light. Breezy. Effortlessly pretty. The kind of outfit that says, “I’m here to live.”Next stop: Aaron’s room.Wherever that was.I asked one of the cleaners. She smiled—knowingly—and gave me directions like she'd been waiting for this.I knocked once.Silence.Twice.Then the door yanked open.Aaron stood there.
VENUSWe were getting married in a church.Not some grand cathedral with stained glass and choirs belting hallelujahs—just a small chapel tucked away on a quiet Roman street. White-washed walls. Ivy creeping across the stone like whispered secrets. The kind of silence that made it feel like even the universe was holding its breath.The tyrant—my now-husband—had already arranged the marriage license. Of course he did. Aaron Sinclair didn’t do anything halfway. I barely had time to panic. One blink and I was engaged. Another… and I was a bride.The dress was waiting outside my door. Draped on a velvet hanger like it belonged in a showroom. It wasn’t traditional—no lace, no dramatic train, no veil. Just a knee-length ivory dress, sleeveless, with delicate pearl buttons trailing down the back. The cinched waist hugged my body so well I had to stop and stare at myself. Simple. Elegant. Unapologetically beautiful.A pair of satin heels sat beside it.No note. No instructions.Just… this is