Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Bab 1 - Bab 10

VENUS “Marry me.” My brain short-circuited. “W-what?” I blinked, pushing up my oversized glasses—scratched, crooked, and clinging to life like my sanity. His eyes tracked the motion, brimming with disdain. Typical. “You heard me,” he replied coolly, like he’d just asked for a meeting reschedule, not proposed marriage to the woman he’s treated like corporate lint for two months straight. God, I loathe this man. “What, is this some new psychological warfare tactic?” I folded my arms. “Because the emotional labor you’ve inflicted isn’t quite enough?” “Marry me and I—” “No.” My voice cut through the tension like a blade. Sharp. Final. He blinked. Just once. But I saw it—surprise. As if the idea of being turned down had never occurred to him. “No?” he echoed, mildly offended. Didn't think I'd ever speak back, did you? “Want it in Spanish? French? Morse code?” “You haven’t even heard my offer.” “I don’t want your offer.” My voice rose. “I’m not interested in whatever twisted ba

AARON“She told me I’d fucking lost my mind and walked out,” I ranted, gripping the glass in my hand like it might keep me from exploding. Connor, the bastard, just laughed like I’d said the funniest joke of the year.“It isn’t funny,” I growled, though part of me knew it kind of was.“With that kind of approach, what did you expect, asshole?” he asked, finally sobering a little as he took a swig from his beer. “You’ve made her life a living hell for the past few months then out of nowhere, you waltz in and tell her to marry you? And you think she’d just... what? Say yes? Like you’re her Prince Charming or something? You’re fucking delusional.”I clenched my jaw, but I didn’t argue. Connor’s my best friend for a reason—he doesn’t sugarcoat shit. He never has. Doesn’t mean it’s easy to swallow when he spits the truth straight down your throat.“You came up with the idea,” I muttered bitterly, “Now I have to come up with Plan B. If I don’t get married within a month, all my hard work, m

AARON"I told you she’d come around," Connor said with a smug grin.We were in my office, waiting for my PA to arrive so we could finalize the terms of our agreement. Connor owned one of the most prestigious law firms in New York City, and his reputation spoke for itself. There was no one better to represent my company."What changed her mind, though?" he asked, running a hand through his hair."Who cares? The point is, she agreed," I replied, glancing at my watch. "She’s late. She’s never late.""Maybe she changed her mind again," Connor smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Remembered what an absolute ass you’ve been to her.""Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?" I groaned, leaning back in my chair."Nah," he said, unfazed. "Especially not when I’m right.""Shut up," I mumbled, checking the time again."Relax. It’s probably traffic." He leaned back further. "Or maybe she realized you’re not worth the stress.""Connor," I warned, glaring at him.He raised his hands in m

VENUS It was Thursday morning, and I went to see my mom to check on her and ensure she was doing well. I felt optimistic about her chemo, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t have to worry about the money. I hadn’t seen Dain since I sent him out. Good riddance. I even changed the lock on the door to feel safe again. I’d gone through the contract, and after much thought, I decided I would sign it and submit it today after visiting my mom. Now, I was sitting in the chair beside her hospital bed. She was asleep, her breathing soft and steady. “Hey, sleepyhead,” I murmured when she finally stirred. “Venus?” She stretched and blinked. “How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me?” “You need all the rest you can get, Mom.” I took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I brought you your favourite mango juice.” I placed the bottle on the bedside table. “And... I wasn’t sure if you felt like having a cupcake, but I brought some, just in case. I hope you’re allo

VENUS Mr. Sinclair might’ve been an asshole about it, but he wasn’t wrong. The truth? I didn’t really take care of myself like most girls did. Not because I didn’t like shopping, makeup, skincare, or spa days. God, I loved all that. I just couldn’t afford to live like that. It had been months since I last stepped into a salon. My once dark, glossy hair was now dull and riddled with split ends. My wardrobe was ancient. My shoes? Let's not even go there—they looked like they'd survived a war. I’d always been okay with how I looked, taller than most girls my age at 5'8", waist-length black hair usually pulled into a lazy ponytail, a petite frame, and brown eyes that were forgettable... until someone looked long enough to really see me. So yes, when I got the call for a spa appointment, I was giddy. Like, borderline losing-my-mind excited. I quickly drafted my resignation and headed to his office to hand it in. He actually tried to be nice. Which, naturally, freaked me out. I bolted