Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Bab 21 - Bab 30

VENUS“You’re breaking up with me before we even tie the knot?”My tone was playful, but a sliver of nervous laughter slipped through, uninvited.Damn. It’s only been a week.I’d already sold the whole story to Jude and he bought it without a second thought.Now I’m getting dumped?I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.This man was impossible. Beautiful, powerful, and utterly infuriating.“No,” he said flatly. “Although I did consider it… several times.”I gasped, eyes going wide.Excuse me?“And yet,” he continued, completely unaffected, “you’re accompanying me to a charity event on Thursday. As my plus one.”“Finally. Some action.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m bored out of my mind just lying around and eating all day.”Sure, I’d visited my mom and even checked in on Jude once or twice but he didn’t need to know that.Let him think I was moping like a pampered house cat.“So, the event’s for charity?”“Something like that.” He waved a hand, disinterested. “Y

VENUS Seriously? He declined my call again. I stared at the screen like it might apologize on his behalf. Spoiler: it didn’t. So there I was, files and laptop in hand, playing delivery girl to the same man who treated me like corporate lint. But here’s the twisted part—I owed him. Or at least, my mother’s life did. The only reason she was in a hospital bed with actual doctors instead of curled up on our living room couch, fading, was Aaron Sinclair’s checkbook. And that checkbook? Yeah, it came with a leash. I rang Jude first. He confirmed Mr. High-and-Mighty wasn’t at Sinclair Tech. A little pressure and some guilt-tripping later, he handed me off to Aaron’s PA. She sounded young, new… and terrified of getting fired. Cute. “I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose Mr. Sinclair’s location. That’s confidential.” “Okay, sweetie,” I sighed. “Let me say this slow. I have the materials he personally requested. Do you really wanna be the reason he doesn’t get them before the shareholder

AARON“Looks like I’ll be pitching from memory,” I said coolly. “Try to keep up.”I launched into the presentation on the new AI tech I’d been developing for the past few months. It would’ve landed stronger with the slides I spent nights perfecting, but I had to make do with what I had.A few minutes in, a knock sounded at the door before Jane—the receptionist—stepped inside.“We’re in the middle of a shareholders’ meeting—” Caroline snapped, her voice already grating against what little patience I had left.Why was she even a shareholder again?Right.Richard.Jane’s been around long enough to know better than to interrupt a shareholders’ meeting, so whatever this was—it had to be important. She might be a nightmare in heels, but she gets the job done. She’ll do.“It’s fine. Give me a minute.” I straightened, brushing off Caroline’s glare as I stepped out.And there she was.The bane of my existence and the woman I was supposed to marry in less than a week—Venus Astor. Laptop and fol

AARON“Okay, last question.” Her voice was soft, slurred around the edges like her words had been dipped in wine. “You have to answer me truthfully,” she added, trying to sound commanding.Adorable. She had no idea how she sounded.“Ask,” I said, leaning back against the couch, glass of wine half-full, mind half-somewhere else.She turned toward me, eyes glazed with sleep but still curious. “Why do you have so much cereal in your pantry? And all those sweet things too. You got a sweet tooth or something?”She wrinkled her nose in suspicion, like she’d caught me in some grand betrayal.I smirked. “They’re for my sister.”Her eyes widened slightly. “You… you have a sister?”“Clearly.” My voice was dry, unimpressed. “You’re blissfully unaware, aren’t you?”I watched the realization flicker across her face, that she didn’t know a damn thing about me. Thought I was just some cold, corporate asshole with too much money and an ego problem. And yet here she was. On my couch. Barefoot. In my h

VENUSYesterday, I was a tornado; ripping, spinning, wild. Today? I’m the calm eye of the storm, wrapped in silk and luxury like some red-carpet darling. Stylists hovered around me like I was royalty. It felt surreal. I felt… untouchable.The dress they chose? A black backless gown with ruffles that cascaded like waves. It hugged my body like it was made for sin. My hair was swept up in an elegant twist, baring the curve of my neck, and my makeup? Flawless. Like a painting come to life.I stared at my reflection and barely recognized the girl in the mirror.Then I picked up the phone. Not the cracked one I used to baby like it was made of glass—but a brand-new iPhone. Top of the line. Sitting pretty beside a laptop, AirPods, chargers, cases. A pile of tech heaven with a note perched on top:I forgot.Of course he did. Aaron Sinclair doesn’t do sweet. He does control wrapped in charm. Possession dressed as generosity.He gave me a black card too. The kind of thing heroines in billionai