Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Bab 91 - Bab 95

AARONThe city hummed beneath me, but all I could hear was the noise in my own head.That wasn’t normal.My mind usually operated like a machine structured, strategic and silent. But lately? It felt like a battlefield. Logic at war with emotion. Control strangling instinct. And always... her. Venus. Like a whisper beneath my skin I couldn’t shut off.I leaned against the glass wall of my office, the skyline stretching wide, lit like temptation. Below, Manhattan pulsed with its usual rhythm: cyclists cutting through lanes, overworked suits gripping coffee, eyes on their next meeting. To anyone else, it was just another Monday morning.To me, it felt like the first move in a war I hadn’t declared yet.My phone buzzed.I turned back to my desk. The contracts. The board memos. The risk reports. All neatly stacked chaos. But somewhere in the middle of it all, something darker was creeping in. Quiet. Steady. Like rot under gold.I wasn’t the type to ignore red flags.But Caroline, Richard,

AARONThe silence in my office was rare and for once, welcome.No ringing phones. No back-to-back meetings. No crisis clawing at my attention. Just the distant hum of New York City outside, muffled by the thick glass of the penthouse windows. The world below was alive, pulsing and urgent, but in here, for a breath of a moment, it felt like time had stopped.I leaned back in my chair, phone in hand, scrolling through messages I had already read twice, maybe three times. It was ridiculous. Obsessive. But I didn’t care.The last message from Venus sat like warmth in my palm, buzzing under my skin.VENUS: We’re going fabric hunting again. Gianna nearly committed murder in front of a cashmere wall. It was glorious. Also: I didn’t buy anything today. Aren’t you proud? 😌Not that she ever spends my money. I saw the card I gave her laying on my table.ME: That depends. Did you at least threaten to?VENUS: Sabine nearly tackled a vendor over gold thread. I did my part by eating three macaron

VENUSLondon had become a dream these past few days, wrapped in silk mornings, chaotic laughter, and the clink of teacups against delicate saucers. And it was a shame, really, that we’d be leaving in less than three days. Time moved too fast, too damn fast. I wouldn't say I wasn’t excited to see Aaron again, but something inside me whispered that the clock was ticking louder than usual.Speaking of him... he hadn’t texted me since this morning.I’d sent several messages. Nothing dramatic. Just small check-ins, a meme or two Gianna forced me to forward, a picture of Sabine looking like a Bond villain in oversized sunglasses. Normally, he’d have replied with a sarcastic comment, or a dry remark that secretly made me smile.But today? Silence.Sabine and Gianna tried to convince me he was just busy, some crisis with one of the subsidiaries, or maybe brooding over the Empire State Building like a modern-day Dracula but I had a nagging feeling. The kind that claws quietly at your spine unt