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VENUSThe thing about hearing I love you from someone you’ve been quietly bleeding for is that… it’s never clean.It doesn’t just land like a soft kiss; it hits like a collision.It shoves open doors you’d boarded up, shines light in corners you’ve been keeping dark on purpose.The me before Gerald happened would've been estatic,Happy that he finally felt the same.But now? I didn't feel good enough for anyone.So I decided that I'd push him away.I just stood there, my fingers gripping the hospital-issued tote so tight the straps bit into my palms.The clothes inside suddenly weighed a hundred pounds. Or maybe it was me.Aaron was watching me like a man who’d just set himself on fire and was waiting to see if I’d throw water on him or walk away.“I don’t…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you expect me to do with that.”He didn’t even blink. “I don’t expect anything.”“Don’t lie to me.” The laugh that came out of me was hollow, brittle. “Nobody drops I love you
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 131
VENUSThe hospital discharge papers felt too light for the weight they carried.Two weeks. That’s how long I’d been here, existing in a place that smelled like antiseptic and false hope, the air too clean to be real. My body had healed enough to pass whatever checklist they had, but my head? That was another story.The nightmares still came, clawing at me the moment my eyes closed. The smell of damp earth, Gerald’s voice in my ear, the sound of soil sliding over wood. My therapist told me it would take time, that I had to let myself heal instead of trying to “push through it.” Easy for her to say, she hadn’t been buried alive by a man who claimed to love her.Still, I was walking out of here. Weak, yes. Shaken, definitely. But walking.Aaron had insisted on helping me pack what little I’d brought in—mostly the clothes Gianna and Sabine had brought after I was admitted. He was methodical about it, folding things with an efficiency that would’ve made a drill sergeant proud.And he’d bee
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 130
VENUSSleep crept in like a thief, slow and quiet. For the first time in what felt like centuries, I let it take me without resistance. I was warm, safe, pressed against Aaron’s chest, wrapped in the scent of coffee and something darker, something distinctly him. His arms were around me like steel bands, one curled protectively around my waist, the other tangled in my hair. His heartbeat was my lullaby.I slept.Until I didn’t.A noise.Soft. Distant. Innocuous to anyone else.But I wasn’t anyone else anymore. Not after Gerald. Not after the grave. Not after the way every rustle had meant a shovel of dirt or a change in his breathing. Not after silence had meant the end.I stirred before my mind was fully awake. My body already alert, tensing against the warmth I was cocooned in.Aaron’s grip tightened reflexively around me.Even in sleep, he felt the shift.His arm locked around my waist like a chain, like even in his dreams he wasn't willing to risk losing me again. A strangled soun
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 129
VENUSThe first thing I felt was weight. Not the comforting kind—the heavy, suffocating kind that dragged me straight back into the dark.The box. The dirt pressing down on me. The sound of my own ragged breaths bouncing off wooden walls. Gerald’s plea somewhere above, promising he didn't want to do it but if he couldn't have me, no one would.My chest seized, panic clawing up my throat before I even opened my eyes. My fingers twitched against stiff sheets, needing to push, claw, escapeAnd then I felt it. Warmth. A hand wrapped around mine. Firm. Steady. Not rough. Not cruel. Familiar.I forced my eyes open, breath stuttering in my chest. The hospital room came into focus slowly—too white, too bright—but real. Not the forest. Not the grave.Aaron was slumped in the chair beside me, his big frame folded awkwardly, head bowed like he’d fought sleep until his body betrayed him. His hand still gripped mine like he feared I’d disappear if he let go.For a second, I just stared at him. My
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AARONThe clock on the wall mocked me with every tick. Each second stretched, an eternity between one heartbeat and the next. I sat where I had been since they sedated her, hunched forward in the stiff hospital chair, her fragile hand cradled in mine like it was the last thread holding me to the earth.It had been hours. The room was too quiet now, the earlier panic a violent echo replaying in my head on a loop. I could still hear her sobs, the way she begged not to be buried again, how she didn’t even know I was there until the very end. My name had left her lips like it cost her everything she had left.And I couldn’t stop thinking about how many times she’d probably cried like that while I wasn’t there to save her.What he did to her.What he put her through.I ran a trembling hand down my face, exhaling sharply. My body screamed for rest, but my mind was a battlefield. Gerald was still breathing, still free, and my wife—my fierce, bright, untouchable Venus—was lying broken because
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 127
AARONHospitals make me feel caged. The walls are too white, the lights too bright, the air too clean in a way that makes you think of endings, not healing. But this room? This was worse.Because Venus was in that bed, still and pale, hooked up to more wires than I could stand to look at. And no matter how many times I whispered her name, she didn’t answer.Two days. Forty-eight hours of me sitting in this chair, gripping her hand like a lifeline, while the world outside kept spinning like nothing had happened. Gerald Marlowe was still breathing, my wife was fighting invisible demons, and I was stuck here, helpless.I hadn’t left the room once. Didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. The only thing keeping me upright was sheer will and hatred burning a hole in my chest.The soft click of the door breaking the silence had me lifting my head. My mother stepped in, quiet but not tentative, tonight she looked… worn. Like my pain was her own and it was dragging her under too.She glanced at me first, th
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