Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Bab 11 - Bab 20

AARONConnor, after running his mouth and consuming everything edible in sight, finally left but not before dropping the file labeled Venus Astor squarely on my desk. Typical of him. He couldn't resist throwing in some dramatic flair.Of course I wanted the file. I’m no fool. I need to know everything about her. Every detail, every shadow she hides in. I can’t afford loopholes not when I’ve come this far. Not when they are still out there thinking they can win. Not after everything they did to me. To my mother. They don’t get to walk away. Not this time.I opened the folder and was greeted by a neatly compiled dossier, Connor's work, undoubtedly. He’s thorough when he wants to be. Her records were all there: schools attended, from high school to college, every job she’s ever worked. A waitress at one point, which didn’t surprise me. That fire in her eyes? That wasn’t born from comfort.Then came the family. Her father, a textbook drunk and gambler. No surprises there. Seems I’m not th

VENUS I was freaking out. Getting dressed? Sure. That part I could handle. But my hair? A total war zone. I settled on a ponytail—simple, clean, out of the way. My makeup was minimal, the best I could do with my shaky hands and nonexistent glam team. But nothing I did felt like it matched the drama of the dress. That dress did all the talking. I just hoped I wouldn’t mess up its story. I stared at the girl in the mirror. Who was she? At exactly 8:00 p.m., a text popped up on my phone. Aaron: I'm outside. Of course he was punctual. The man probably synced his life with a Swiss watch. I decided to leave my clutch behind—if he invited me to dinner, then naturally, he was paying. I grabbed my phone, slid into the heels like I was born wearing them, and headed downstairs. And there he was. A black Mercedes Benz parked by the curb like it had no business being in my neighborhood. And leaning against it—Aaron Sinclair in a black suit. Sharp. Clean. Expensive. He looked completely,

VENUSI wiped my mouth with a napkin before I started talking. What? I might be poor, but I have table manners. Take your scrutiny elsewhere.Somewhere between the drive here and the walk to the table, I decided I wouldn’t let Mr. Sinclair intimidate me. I mean, he still did—but less so. I was actually talking to him freely now. The ridiculously expensive wine helped, too. Lightweight, remember? I can’t take too much.“We usually work late nights, yeah? So one night we’re stuck on a project and shockingly we get along. Ever since then, we’ve been kinda chill… well, until you caught feelings and—”“I caught feelings first?”I gave him a look that said if you interrupt me again, I’m stabbing you with this butter knife. “I’m trying to help you sell our fake relationship, Mr. Sinclair.”He smirked. “Well, you’ll blow our cover if you keep calling me Mr. Sinclair. Aaron is fine.”I nodded. “Right. So you caught feelings, kissed me, and eventually I caught feelings too. But we had to keep u

VENUSThis might’ve been the best sleep I’d had in years, I thought, stretching lazily as I rolled over onto a soft mattress and sank into the fluffiest pillow I’d ever felt.Wait.Soft mattress? Fluffy pillow?This wasn’t my bed.My eyes snapped open as I shot upright. What the hell? I rubbed at my eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.Mr. Sinclair and I had gone on a date. We were waiting for the car. I got in… and must’ve dozed off. So, by deduction, this had to be his place.I looked down, I'm still wearing the dress from last night. No smudged makeup, no wrinkled mess, no unfamiliar aches. He hadn’t touched me. I was sure of it. Mr. Sinclair didn’t even like me. If there was one thing I could trust, it was that.I scanned the room. Luxurious. Modern. Spacious. The kind of place that whispered wealth with every square foot. It was bigger than the apartment I’d shared with my parents. Probably bigger than the entire floor.I slid off the massive bed, noticing

AARONIt took everything in me not to look at her.In my clothes.Bare legs. Hair twisted into a messy bun. Sleeves swallowing her hands. Shorts hanging low on her hips.She looked…Innocent. Soft. Too damn good.And I was going to live with her?For years?This was going to be slow, exquisite torture.When we arrived at her neighborhood, she invited me in. I was still on a call with a major client, so I waved her off, told her I’d be right behind. Once the call ended, I made my way up. Would’ve been rude not to.The door was slightly open.Bad sign.Inside, the apartment was small, cluttered and looked like a damn hurricane had ripped through it.Then I heard it.A sound.Muffled movement. A struggle.Something in me snapped. I moved fast, heart hammering.Then I saw it.She was pinned against the kitchen counter by some filthy bastard, her shirt gripped in his fists, her face pale and terrified. She was shaking. Fighting.Rage like I’ve never felt before burned through me.I grabbed