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VENUS The hospital smelled like antiseptic and quiet. Too clean. Too controlled. My heart pounded as Aaron’s hand wrapped around mine, firm and unyielding. We sat in the waiting room, fluorescent lights painting everything too harsh, until the nurse called my name. Aaron stood with me, his shoulders squared like he was walking into a fight. My fight. Our fight. Inside, the gynecologist’s office felt calmer—soft blue walls, a chair angled by the desk, the faint hum of a monitor. A woman in her fifties with kind eyes introduced herself as Dr. Patel. She shook both our hands before sitting down, flipping through my chart. “So,” she said warmly, “you’ve had positive home tests, yes?” I nodded, my throat dry. Aaron squeezed my hand. “Three,” he added, his voice gruff. “All positive.” The doctor smiled knowingly. “That’s usually a very strong indicator. But to be medically certain, the first step is a blood test to measure hCG levels. We’ll also check progesterone and a few
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 174
VENUS The night stretched cruel and endless. I’d tried to close my eyes, tried to let sleep pull me under, but every time I blinked, I saw him. The door shutting behind him, his back retreating, silence swallowing me whole. My phone sat on the nightstand, its screen mocking me with unanswered calls, unsent texts. I told myself I wouldn’t beg. I told myself I was stronger than that. And yet, my hand hovered over it again and again, stupid hope gnawing at me like hunger: maybe he’d call. Maybe he’d say something. But he didn’t. By the time I heard the door open downstairs, my heart lurched so hard I thought it might break ribs. I slipped out of bed, padding quietly to the landing just in time to hear Connor’s voice low and steady. “Where do you want him?” My stomach dropped. Aaron was slumped against him, half-carried, half-dragged. Passed out, reeking of liquor. The sight carved me open in ways I didn’t have words for. I gripped the banister tighter. “The couch.” My v
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 173
AARON The glass in my hand was already the third. Or maybe the fourth. Time blurred when the whiskey burned its way down, numbing everything it touched. The bar was dim, buzzing with low music and the occasional crack of laughter from strangers who didn’t know me, didn’t care. Perfect. I needed a place where no one looked twice, where I could disappear into the amber haze and let the edges of tonight dull enough to breathe. But Connor, goddamn Connor, always found me. He slid into the booth across from me, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp. Always sharp. He didn’t need to ask how many drinks I’d had. He already knew. “You’re supposed to be home,” he said flatly. I stared at the whiskey, swirling it once before knocking it back. The burn felt good. Felt punishing. “Couldn’t stay.” He didn’t push, not at first. He just watched, the way only a man who’s known you since boyhood can. And then, after a beat: “What happened?” My jaw clenched. My throat was tight. I wanted
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 172
VENUS The sticks lay abandoned on the duvet between us, pale pink truths staring back, louder than any scream. Sabine still had one hand over mine, her grip a steady anchor, and on the screen Gianna’s face was a patch of warm light in the storm. For the first time in hours, I wasn’t alone. Gianna chattered at first, filling silence the way she always did. Little jokes, little reassurances. “Do you know how many diapers I’m about to buy you? Designer ones, too—Chanel, if they ever start making them. You’d better let me spoil this kid, Venus.” Sabine snorted. “If anyone’s putting a Sinclair child in Chanel diapers, it’s me.” Their banter tugged a reluctant laugh out of me. Weak, cracked around the edges, but it was still a laugh. My chest loosened for a heartbeat, my ribs finding air again. But the truth sat heavy in my gut, heavier than the nausea, heavier than exhaustion. Every time my gaze drifted back to those two pink lines, the weight pressed harder. “I don’t even know if I
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 171
VENUS … The world felt like it narrowed down to the little white sticks in my hand. Two of them. My fingers clenched tight, the edges biting into my palm. Sabine tilted her head, one brow arching in that Sinclair way that demanded truth. “Venus. Don’t make me drag it out of you.” I swallowed, throat dry. I tried to speak, but the air caught. My lips trembled, betraying me. And that was all it took—Sabine’s expression shifted from playful anticipation to sharp, cutting clarity. “Oh my God,” she whispered. I sank onto the edge of the bed, staring down at my fist. My chest was caving, lungs tight, like I’d been running for miles and only just realized it. Sabine’s hand closed over mine, firm and steady. She pried my fingers open one by one until the sticks lay revealed between us, stark, undeniable. Two pink lines. Clear as sunrise. On both. Positive. My vision blurred. “I can’t—” My voice broke. “Sabine, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t even know if I want—” Her grip t
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 170
VENUS The morning it began, the city outside was just starting to wake. A pale blush of dawn bled across the skyline, the kind of quiet hour where the world still belonged to shadows and whispers. I should have been asleep, curled into Aaron’s warmth, cocooned in that steady heartbeat of his that had become my safest place. Instead, I was on my knees in the bathroom, clinging to porcelain, retching until my throat burned. Aaron was there before I could even call his name. He gathered my hair gently in his hands, lifting the strands away from my face with all the care in the world. His palm moved in slow circles across my back, soothing, grounding. The kind of touch that could quiet wars. “Breathe, Venus. Easy.” His voice was low, commanding, and soft all at once. The kind of voice that bent me without question. “I’ve got you.” I spat, coughed, wiped my mouth with a trembling hand. My stomach was still heaving, threatening to lurch again, but his presence anchored me. The cool til
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