All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VENUSI woke up to silence.Not the kind that wraps you in calm but the kind that hums with questions, heavy and uncertain. The kind that makes your heart beat just a little too loud in your own chest.Soft light poured through the sheer curtains, tracing faint golden lines across the sheets. Aaron's sheets. His room.But not him.I sat up slowly, every muscle aware of the chill that rushed in to kiss the bare skin beneath the sheet. My eyes drifted to the space beside me, and the ache came quick and sharp.He wasn’t here.The other side of the bed was untouched and cold.My heart sank before my thoughts could even catch up.Maybe last night had been a mistake. Maybe I misread it: the closeness, the confessions, the way his hands shook just slightly when he held me like he wasn’t used to softness. Maybe it was too much whiskey, too much grief, too much of something he’d already decided he couldn’t afford to feel.Maybe he regretted it. Regretted me.Last night I realized that I was in

VENUSWe sat there for a while our hands tangled and hearts quiet.Then I pulled back just enough to study his face. “There’s something else,” I said softly.Aaron raised a brow, waiting.“I asked to be transferred back to Sinclair Tech.”His frown came instantly. Not harsh, just... tight. Controlled. Subtle in the way only I could see now.I tilted my head. “What?”He didn’t respond right away, just looked down at his coffee like it might offer diplomacy.Then, with a steady calm, he said, “You can work under Dorian… if that’s what you want.”If.Just that one word, and the air between us shifted, fraught and heavy. Not angry. Just tense. Unspoken things balancing between us.“I trust you,” he added.Simple words. But not simple at all.Coming from him—Mr. Control, Mr. Locked Vault—that wasn’t just a sentence.That was surrender.My throat tightened. I reached across the counter, brushing my fingertips against his knuckles. “You shouldn’t have to say that.”His brow lifted.“I know a

VENUSIt was a few days to the trip when my mom called and said she wanted to stop by.“I just want to see where my daughter’s been living,” she said casually.I was surprised she hadn't asked until now. Not because she didn’t care, but because... she usually kept her distance. Or maybe I’d been the one keeping it, in quiet ways I couldn’t admit out loud.Still, I said okay.But I asked Aaron first.He loved his space. Not just the physical kind, but the curated, untouched sort. He wasn’t antisocial, but he wasn’t exactly the kind of man you could drop in on without notice. His home was his fortress, I needed to ask.Whatever it is going on between us was still fresh and uncertain. I didn't want to overstep.“Can my mom come over?” I asked that evening. We were having dinner, my fork circling the rim of my plate like it held some kind of answer. “She just wants to see where I live.”He didn’t even hesitate.“Of course.”Just like that.And maybe that’s what made me nervous.---She ca

VENUSThe airport was quiet in that way only wealth could afford. No crowds. No boarding calls buzzing through loudspeakers. Just the low hum of engines and the soft echo of footsteps on polished floors. The kind of silence that wrapped around you like velvet. Private. Controlled. Powerful.Aaron’s jet waited on the tarmac like it had nowhere else to be. Like the sky belonged to him.Sabine was already there, sharp in her tailored blazer, phone pressed to her ear. Connor stood beside her, eyes fixed on her like she was the sun and he’d just noticed how warm she was. She spotted me the second I stepped out of the sleek black car, her smile bright and immediate.Gianna stood near the stairs, the breeze catching her curls, oversized sunglasses hiding whatever wicked thoughts danced in her head. The last time I boarded one of Aaron’s jets, I was barely conscious, held upright b drowsiness. Rome felt like a lifetime ago.I smiled at the memory.Aaron moved beside me, one hand tucked into h

AARONThe city was never quiet.But tonight, even Manhattan’s chaos—the honking, the distant hum of engines, the blur of voices carried on the wind—faded into something low and far away.Dull. Insignificant.I stood at the edge of my living room, the lights dimmed, a glass untouched in my hand.The skyline stretched out before me like temptation. Like escape.But there was nothing out there I wanted.Only her voice could’ve reached me.My phone buzzed.VENUS:Landed safely. The flight was smooth, and the villa is beautiful.Sorry I didn’t text sooner, London is breathtaking.PS: Sabine said to tell you she’s claiming this one for her birthday in April.I started typing.Paused.Deleted.Typed again.Still wrong.Eventually, I sent:Good. Let me know if anything feels off. Don’t wander alone.And tell Sabine that one is off-limits.She didn’t reply right away.I didn’t expect her to.I turned and headed for the study, each step muffled by the rug she once said was “too expensive to be