บททั้งหมดของ Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

VENUS "This is a bad idea." I said it again as we entered the club—if only to soothe my own nerves. But Sabine and Gianna were already weaving through the crowd like seasoned pros, unbothered by my misgivings. "Loosen up, Venus!" Sabine tossed over her shoulder, a wicked grin curving her lips as she dragged Gianna deeper into the chaos. "You need this. We all do." I wasn’t so sure. The place was packed wall to wall. Lights pulsed in dizzy, electric colors that painted the sweat-slicked bodies swaying on the dance floor. The bass pounded through my chest, through my veins, matching the wild thrum of my heart. The air was thick with alcohol, sweat, and heady perfume—a cocktail of bad decisions. And here I was, clutching my tiny purse like a lifeline. I’d managed to evade Aaron’s guards—Sabine’s brilliant idea—but the thought of being out here without them left my stomach twisted in knots. Not because I missed their presence, exactly... but I don't want to run into any papara

VENUSI woke up to hell pounding between my temples.My mouth felt like cotton. My stomach roiled every time I moved. And my entire body ached in places I didn’t remember using last night.How do people do this on purpose?I groaned, pressing the heel of my palm into my forehead. The room swam in slow, nauseating circles.Alcoholics must hate themselves.Dain must feel like shit every damn day.Good. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving man.I cracked one eye open. The sunlight knifing through the curtains made me wince.And there it was—on the nightstand.A glass of water with a little note stuck to the side of it:Take me.I fought a smile. That man. Even when furious, even when so close to snapping last night—he’d still been... careful. Gentle.Aaron.Images flickered through my fogged memory—heat, steam, a kiss that shouldn’t have happened. His voice rough in my ear. The way he’d tucked me in, stayed by the bed.God.I sat up slowly, each movement deliberate. Swallowed the aspirin,

VENUS“You’re so comfortable,” I mumbled, snuggling deeper against him.“Don’t get used to it,” came his grumpy voice, rumbling beneath my ear.Too late for that, Aaron Sinclair.Somehow, we’d ended up sprawled on the couch—me half-draped over him, limbs tangled, his shirt thoroughly drenched with my tears.If you’d told me a few months ago that I’d be baring my heart to Aaron Sinclair, and he’d actually comfort me, I would’ve laughed in your face.But here we were.And who knew? The cold, ruthless Aaron Sinclair could be gentle—his kind of gentle, at least. He sat stiff as a board, but he let me use him as emotional support. Unconventional, sure. But it worked.I sniffled. “Why were you so mean to me when I started working as your PA?”He glanced down at me. “That’s what you want to talk about?”I tilted my chin up, wobbling voice and all. “I’m the emotionally distraught one here, and that’s what I want to talk about.”He groaned under his breath. “I hate Richard. He hired you.”He s

VENUSI didn’t go back to the office immediately.And I knew. Knew I was going to get another scolding from Aaron for it. Yeah. Right.I’d come back. Just... not yet.I needed the air.My head was a mess—yesterday with Mom kept playing on an endless loop. Her face. Her voice. The way helplessness had wrapped around my throat and squeezed until I could barely breathe.What do I do next?How do I save her?I couldn’t abandon her. I couldn’t. But the cold truth was—I didn’t have a plan. Not yet.I let my feet wander, my mind numb. The hum of New York blurred around me—cars honking, voices shouting, the sharp clang of life moving too fast. My legs just carried me forward like they had a will of their own, until they started to ache.Finally, I sighed, pulled out my phone to hail a cab—And that’s when I saw him.Connor.Across the street, tucked into the corner booth of a sleek little restaurant. No one else would’ve noticed him—not unless they’d memorized his every angle.I had.Of cour

VENUSStanding behind me was the Rosemary Carter—Aaron Sinclair’s birth mother."You didn’t tell me you were back. We spoke just yesterday,” he said, rising to his feet.Her smile was soft, voice softer. “I thought I’d surprise you.”I stood too, instinctively taking my place beside Aaron.“Mom,” he said, one arm gently guiding me closer, “this is Venus. My wife.”He turned to me. “Venus, my mom—Rosemary Carter.”I’d expected... more. She was elegant, yes—but not the intimidating kind. Her posture was easy, her aura warm. Stunning without trying, and not at all the fragile woman people had whispered about.Why the hell were they calling her sick?“Good evening, ma’am,” I said, offering my hand. Sue me—I panicked.She ignored it and pulled me into a hug. “Ma’am? Do I look that old?”I blinked, startled—then laughed, a little breathless. “Sorry. Habit.”“You’re beautiful,” she said warmly.“Thank you,” I murmured, cheeks heating.“Call me Rose. Makes me feel young again.”“You’re not ev