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Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 183
VENUS The line went dead silent for a beat, and then: “Hello again, my dearest Venus.” My chest locked. The voice was smooth, like honey poured over glass, sharp underneath. Gerald. My fingers tightened around the phone. “What do you want?” A soft chuckle slid down the line, sending ice through my veins. “Straight to the point. You sound just like him when you’re cornered. But I don’t want anything complicated. Just… a trade.” Every hair on my arms stood up. “A trade?” “I have Sabine.” His words were delivered like a casual fact, as though he were talking about holding a glass of wine. “She’s alive, for now. She’ll stay that way if you listen.” “Please—” The word scraped out of me before I could stop it. “Ah, ah, ah.” His interruption was sharp, slicing. “Don’t beg me yet, Venus. Save it for when you need it.” I could hear my pulse in my ears. My throat ached with unshed tears, but I forced myself to stay still, to listen. A click, then the sharp hiss of static,
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 182
AARON The footage was a noose tightening around my throat. Sabine, caught mid-run. Her hair swinging, lungs pulling in air like she was finally free and then shadows closed in. A black van slid into frame. Doors opened. Three men, masked, efficient, not a word wasted. They hit her like wolves. She fought—God, she fought—but they were faster. Stronger. One had a needle. Her body stiffened, then went slack. They dragged her inside, slammed the door, and the tires screamed as they vanished. I didn’t breathe until the last frame froze. “Play it again,” I said. Connor’s hand hesitated over the mouse. “Aaron—” “Play it again.” He obeyed. The sequence looped. Each second carved deeper into me, every movement studied, memorized. Their posture, their gloves, the way they moved like they’d rehearsed. Not random. Not opportunistic. A plan. And I knew the signature. Gerald. The same patience. The same precision. The same shadow on my life I had failed to erase the first time. Connor r
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 181
VENUS Morning found me soft. For once, the city outside didn’t wake me with horns and sirens, but with the slow rustle of sheets and the scent of coffee drifting through the penthouse. I blinked into the spill of golden light cutting through the curtains, half-expecting to see the storm in Aaron’s eyes still lingering from last night. But instead, he was there, sitting at the edge of the bed with a tray balanced in his hands. Eggs, fruit sliced with surgical precision, coffee black for him, tea pale and sweet for me. And, as always now, my vitamins in a neat line beside the plate, like jewels instead of pills. “You’re spoiling me,” I murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. His mouth curved, faintly. “Good. You should get used to it.” I sat up against the pillows, tugging the blanket closer around me as he set the tray on my lap. His eyes lingered, shadow and warmth tangled together, as if memorizing every movement I made. Like even the way I buttered toast might matter in
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 180
VENUS The car ride back to the penthouse was a silence that pressed down on my skin like rain before a thunderstorm. No music, no words. Just the hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of the city outside—New York never sleeping, even when we wanted to. Streetlights slid over Aaron’s face in pale flashes, cutting his jaw into sharper lines, hardening eyes that already looked carved from shadow. His hand rested on mine the entire time. Not loose, not relaxed....just there, steady, as if letting go meant surrendering something neither of us could afford. His thumb traced idle circles against my knuckles, not tender but restless, almost impatient. A habit, I realized. He wasn’t trying to soothe me, he was grounding himself. I didn’t speak. I knew better. Sometimes silence was a shield. Sometimes it was the only language Aaron Sinclair understood. By the time we reached the penthouse, the quiet had burrowed into my bones. He didn’t release me until we were inside, doors locked, the c
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 179
VENUS The weight of Aaron’s words still hung in the air like smoke. You bleed for it. You prove it. And then, impossibly, Dorian Sinclair lowered himself into a chair at Rosemary’s table. Not at the head, not in any place of prominence—just the far edge, a shadow among the gold light. It was wrong. Surreal. This man, who had been specter and serpent for as long as I’d known his name, was suddenly flesh and bone, seated beneath the same chandelier where we’d laughed over lemon tart just minutes ago. Aaron’s hand never left mine, a tether and a warning. His grip was iron, but I knew it wasn’t just fury. It was fear. Fear that letting Dorian close, even for one night, would undo everything he’d bled to build. The silence stretched until it cracked. Connor whistled low, leaning back in his chair. “Well, this is awkward.” Sabine’s glare cut across the table. “Not funny, Connor.” His grin faltered. He reached for her hand again, but her eyes stayed locked on her brother. On Dorian.
Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Chapter 178
VENUS The sound that shattered the room was soft. Just the hush of hinges, the swing of the dining room doors. But it cut sharper than any shout. A figure stepped inside, shadows spilling across the golden warmth Rosemary had so carefully built. Dorian Sinclair. The breath caught in my chest before Aaron’s voice snapped through the silence. “What the fuck are you doing here?” The words were low, lethal, enough to rattle the silverware on the table. His hand clamped down on mine until pain spiked through my knuckles. Dorian didn’t flinch. He had the audacity to smile, though the edges of it lacked their usual blade. The smugness was there—a man born with Sinclair arrogance stitched into his blood—but the bite, the cruel twist, the poison? It was dulled. Almost… absent. “Relax, little brother.” He moved into the room with the ease of someone who belonged, though every set of eyes at the table burned against him like he didn’t. “I was invited.” “By who?” Aaron spat. And then qu
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