Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 268

GABBYWe didn’t stop running until the road sounds faded into nothing.Branches scraped my arms. Dry leaves cracked under my shoes. The air smelled like damp earth and something wild, something untouched by the world we’d just escaped. Iris’s breathing came in shaky bursts against my shoulder, her fingers tangled tightly in my jacket like she was afraid I might disappear if she loosened her grip.After a few more minutes, my lungs burned hard enough to force me to slow.I lowered her gently to the ground.“We’re going to stay here for a minute,” I whispered, scanning the trees behind us.She blinked up at me, eyes wide and glossy with tears. “Why did we stop?”“No one’s following us,” I said, keeping my voice soft even though my pulse still hammered violently. “We just need to make sure it stays that way. Then we’ll head back toward the road when it’s safe.”Her small shoulders lifted and fell with uneven breaths.“I’m scared,” she admitted.“I know,” I said quietly, crouching down so

VENUSThe drive felt endless. Every red light stretched too long. Every turn felt wrong, as if the world had shifted slightly off its axis and nothing fit the way it used to. Aaron’s security didn’t speak much as they drove me to the house where Rosemary had taken George and Sabine after everything exploded. The silence wrapped around me like something heavy, pressing against my chest until breathing felt like work. I kept replaying Andrea’s last words in my head. This was never just about your daughter. The thought clung to me even as the gates opened and the car rolled into the driveway. Home. Or something that used to feel like it. The moment the door opened, small footsteps thundered across the living room. “Mommy!” Sabine reached me first. She launched herself into my arms so hard I nearly stumbled backward. I caught her instinctively, lifting her against my chest, breathing in the scent of her hair like oxygen. George followed right behind, trying to look c

AARON“About everything.”The words hung between us: fragile and unavoidable.Venus stood by the kitchen window, sunlight cutting across her face in soft afternoon lines. Outside, the kids were still playing—George pushing Sabine too high on the swing while pretending he wasn’t showing off, Iris watching with that careful half-smile she wore now.Two days.It had only been two days.And yet it felt like we had lived a lifetime in between.I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms loosely. Not defensive. Just steadying myself.She turned fully toward me.“Start talking,” she said quietly.There was no anger in her voice.Which somehow made it harder.I exhaled slowly.“Rick,” I began.Her expression shifted immediately—confusion first, then something sharper.“He was Andrea’s mole,” I said.She blinked. “Rick? That Rick? The one who—”“Yes.”The word tasted bitter.“He was feeding her information for months,” I continued. “Access codes. Schedules. Security rotations. She had l

AARONNine years.Nine years since we stood in Connor’s office and signed a contract that was supposed to last three.Three years of convenience.Of arrangement.Of mutually beneficial optics.That was the plan.No one planned for love.No one planned for twins with identical stubborn streaks and identical loyalty. No one planned for a third baby girl who believed cake was a human right. No one planned for betrayal, or fear, or a problem that would test the seams of everything we built.And yet here we were.Nine years later.Standing in the backyard of the house that once felt like a fortress.Now it just felt like home.There was no aisle.No elaborate décor.Just trimmed hedges, late-afternoon sunlight spilling gold across the grass, and the soft hum of life continuing beyond our walls.Venus stood across from me.Not dressed like a bride.Not dressed for spectacle.Just herself.Steady.That was the word that kept returning.Steady.My mother stood a few feet away, composed but em