Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Bab 91 - Bab 100

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

VENUSBy morning, I’d made my decision.I was going back to New York. Early.The text. The photos. The silence from Aaron, none of it could wait. Not another sleepless night. Not another forced smile at brunch. Not another moment pretending I wasn’t unraveling beneath the surface. I needed answers. I needed him.Even if I wasn’t sure which version of him I’d find on the other end.---Sabine was the first to notice something had changed.She swept into the kitchen like she always did, effortlessly regal in a silk robe that made her look like she floated rather than walked. Her hair was twisted into a towel, her posture perfect, and her gaze sharp as ever. She studied me, silent for a beat, then padded over to the espresso machine.“You’re leaving early.”Not a question. A statement. An observation.I didn’t look up from my phone. “Yes.”She took her time pouring her espresso. Then she sat across from me at the marble island, legs crossed, robe fluttering like a cape around her. Queen-

VENUSI sat on the floor, heart pounding, the air in my room suddenly too thick to breathe.Gone.The copy was gone.I’d checked every drawer, every folder, every crevice where I usually kept anything remotely important. And it wasn’t just misplaced. No, I knew that kind of absence too well, it was the kind that came with intent. With someone’s fingers where they didn’t belong.My hand dragged through my hair, trembling, before I cradled my head between my palms.Then… I remembered.That afternoon. Just before London.“Can I get you something? Water? Juice?”“Water’s fine.”I’d left her on the couch. It took maybe three minutes in the kitchen.When I came back—empty living room.“Mom?”No answer.And then she stepped out of my room.“Oh,” I’d said, surprised. “I thought you were in the living room.”“I needed to use the restroom,” she replied smoothly, adjusting the sleeve of her blouse. “Hope you don’t mind.”I should’ve minded.My room didn’t have a bathroom. The guest restroom was