Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 19

**The Long Didn’t Say by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 19**

**VENUS**

“Today’s the day you move in. There won’t be any formal engagement announcement; we’ll just tie the knot in two weeks.”

Those were the very first words that escaped his lips as I stepped out, clad in his oversized T-shirt and shorts that I had to fold over multiple times to keep them from slipping down my hips.

Today?

Not that I was about to voice any complaints. After all, who could possibly grumble about living in such a place? Truth be told, I didn’t have much to pack anyway; it was a simple existence I led.

“Oh, and just so you know, the stylist will swing by later today to take your measurements for your new wardrobe,” he added casually, as if it were just another mundane detail of the day.

What a dream come true for every girl, right?

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He merely nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. Not once did he glance in my direction since I had come downstairs. A wave of uncertainty washed over me.

The man doesn’t like you, Venus. Why does it even matter?

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he stated, still tapping away furiously at the keys, his focus unwavering. “Just pack the essentials. You can always come back later for the rest.”

“Okay,” I replied, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

A few minutes later, we found ourselves in the car, a completely different vehicle from the sleek Mercedes of yesterday. This time, it was a robust Range Rover. Typical.

As we pulled up to my neighborhood, an unwelcome thought crossed my mind. I invited him inside, even though I was acutely aware that he would rather be anywhere else but here. He looked immaculate, polished to perfection, and utterly out of place in this humble setting.

“I’ll be right behind you,” he said, already engaged in a phone call, his attention divided.

I ascended the steps to my apartment first, but as soon as I turned the doorknob, an icy dread gripped my heart. The lock was broken.

“Dain?” I called out hesitantly, stepping inside. The living room was a chaotic mess—furniture overturned, belongings scattered, as if a hurricane had swept through.

“Dain?” I called again, my heart racing in my chest.

I heard a sound coming from the kitchen.

“Dai-Billy?”

Suddenly, a rough hand seized my arm, yanking me into the kitchen with alarming force.

“So, Dain was telling the truth after all. Look at you… all new and shiny,” he sneered, his breath hot and invasive, as if he were a predator savoring his prey.

“Get the hell away from me!” I shouted, desperately trying to wrench my arm free, but he shoved me hard against the counter, pinning me between his body and the unforgiving cold of the marble surface.

Without hesitation, Aaron seized him by the shirt, yanking him back to his feet.

“Who are you?” Billy gasped, bewildered. “And what is this slut to you?”

Aaron’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. That earned Billy another punch, even harder than the last.

“Who I am doesn’t matter,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “But her?” He turned to me, his gaze softening. “She’s my wife. You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. And you sure as hell don’t touch her.”

With that, he shoved Billy toward the doorway with a forceful shove.

“Now get the hell out.”

Billy stumbled out, knocking over a chair and barely avoiding a lamp as he fled.

Aaron turned to me, kneeling gently by my side, his expression a mix of concern and fierce protectiveness.

I flinched at his approach, still clutching the torn remnants of my shirt as if it were a shield.

“Hey… hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” he said softly, pulling me into his embrace.

This time, I didn’t resist. I let the tears flow freely, surrendering to the comfort of his warmth and the safety of his hold.

Safe.