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VENUSThere’s a certain kind of terror that settles deep in your bones when you know you only get one chance. One single shot, and if you miss it, you’ll never get another.That’s what it felt like. Every second with Gerald in that cabin was a countdown not to freedom, but to the part of me that was still alive burning out completely. I’d already felt pieces of myself slip away every time I lied, every time I smiled when I wanted to scream, every time I let him touch me without flinching.And I knew—I knew—if I stayed here much longer, there’d be nothing left to save. Not even for Aaron.So the plan came simple. Brutal. Dangerous.I wasn’t waiting for a miracle.I was going to carve my own way out.---The next day, Gerald woke me before dawn. He was humming, that same broken tune he always hummed when he thought he was happy. He laid out breakfast, told me I looked beautiful even though I knew I was a ghost in torn pajamas, and pressed a kiss to my forehead before heading out again.
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 119
VENUSWhen consciousness finally clawed its way back to me, it came in fragments. My eyelids felt like they had been weighed down with lead, my head thick, foggy, heavy as if it no longer belonged to me. I blinked once, twice, and the blurred shapes around me began to sharpen, not into comfort, not into safety, but into something unfamiliar.The first thing I noticed was the smell. Damp wood. Stale air. A faint hint of pine seeping through the cracks of whatever place we were in. The mattress beneath me was thin, lumpy, covered with a scratchy blanket that smelled like dust and old smoke. The walls weren’t painted. Bare wood planks, some splintering, some water-stained. A small window high up on one wall, no curtains, no glass. just wooden boards nailed shut from the outside.The other cottage had been… if not home, then at least an imitation of it. This? This was a hiding place. Temporary. Makeshift. A hole dug into the world for a man on the run.And sitting there, on the edge of th
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 118
AARONThe cottage sat like a secret on the edge of nowhere.Dark wood. Dead leaves. Silence thick enough to choke on.I killed the engine, stepped out, and let the cold air bite into me. My boots crunched on gravel as I approached, every instinct screaming that this was it. That she was close. That I was finally standing on the line between hell and salvation.The front door wasn’t locked. It creaked when I pushed it open, dust motes drifting in the beam of my flashlight. The smell hit me first—not rot, not mold. Something else. Stale air, faint lavender, and underneath it… fear.The cottage was clean. Too clean. No mugs on the counter. No trash in the bin. No stray hair in the sink. Like no one had ever lived here. Like the place had been scrubbed raw.Except I knew someone had been here.Venus had been here.I moved room to room, my breath sharp, my gun steady. Nothing. Empty closets. A stripped-down bathroom. A kitchen that looked like a showroom piece. It wasn’t until I reached th
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VENUSThe silence wasn’t just thick anymore, it was sentient. It no longer filled the room passively; it loomed. It listened. It judged. Every second inside this place crawled across my skin like something alive. Something waiting. Gerald had grown quieter, but not calmer. There was a new edge to him now, a kind of manic energy that didn’t speak in volume but in tension. In the twitch at the corner of his mouth. In the pause between his movements. In the way he stood by the window and stared through the blinds, like the trees themselves were conspiring against him.He was unraveling. Slowly. Horribly.And I said nothing.I didn’t ask anymore. Didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. Not because I’d learned to cope but because I’d stopped hoping.Escape? That was a fairytale I no longer read.I lived by rhythms now. Not freedom. Not survival. Just cycles. I woke up. I ate if he asked me to. I moved when told. I listened. I responded. I obeyed, even when it killed me inside.The strange thing about i
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AARONThe next morning, I didn’t sleep...I just stood by the glass walls of the penthouse, watching the sun rise like it owed me answers. The city blinked awake beneath me, unaware it was standing on the edge of a reckoning.I made the call before Sabine even woke up.“Find him,” I told Rick, head of my private security detail. “I want eyes on Gerald Marlowe. I want his location, his schedule, who he talks to, what he eats for breakfast—I want everything.”Rick didn’t flinch. “On it.”But hours passed. Then a day. Then two.Nothing.On the third morning, Rick called back. His voice was tight, coiled with frustration. “Sir, it’s like he disappeared. No phone pings. No credit card activity. No visual confirmation from our usual networks. I even checked border control, no travel records. No alias pops. He’s just… gone.”Gone.Like smoke through fingers.I stood silent, the burn in my throat thick like bile. People don’t just vanish. Not unless they’re running. Or hiding. Or being protect
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
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