Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 218

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VENUS

The door clanged shut behind Gerald, the echo scraping down my spine like cold metal fingers. He shuffled forward in slow, deliberate steps, the chains on his ankles rattling with each movement. His wrists were pinned tight in front of him, silver cuffs biting into skin that looked both paler and meaner than I remembered.

He watched me.

Not the way normal people look at someone they hurt.

Not with remorse.

Not even curiosity.

He looked at me like I was a painting he’d memorized long ago and was now examining for damage.

He sat in the metal chair opposite mine. The guard behind him stepped back but didn’t leave the room.

I forced my voice steady. “Can we have the room, please?”

The guard hesitated, eyes flicking between me and Gerald like he wasn’t sure which one of us was the danger here. Smart man. He inclined his head toward the door.

“I’ll be right outside,” he said. “And there are cameras. If anything happens—’

“I understand,” I cut in.

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His jaw tightened, but he stepped out and closed the door behind him with a heavy metallic thud.

Gerald watched the entire exchange with an expression that hovered between amusement and hunger. He leaned back in his chair, chains clinking softly.

He leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight, and that familiar crooked smirk unfurled across his face.

“Well,” he drawled, voice a low scrape against concrete walls, “you look… Well-ish.”

I didn’t let myself flinch. I didn’t touch the bandage near my hairline. I didn’t lower my gaze.

“Can’t say the same about you,” I replied.

His smirk widened-slow and infuriating.

“Aww,” he said, tilting his head like a taunting child, “you missed me.”

I stared flatly at him. “Cut the act.”

He blinked, placing a hand over his heart like I’d wounded him.

“The act? Venus, sweetheart, what act?”

My stomach turned. His voice-too smooth, too rehearsed-was the same voice he used the day he buried me alive and night he pointed a gun at Aaron.

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He leaned forward, eyes sharpening with cruel delight.

“I heard about your little accident,” he said lightly. “Actually, I saw it on the news. One of your little bastards was taken.”

The air between us dropped ten degrees.

He didn’t look sorry.

In fact, he looked entertained.

My fingers curled into fists under the table.

His voice softened-not with sympathy, but mockery.

“None of this would’ve happened if you stayed with me, y’know.”

For a full second, I forgot how to breathe.

He was still hung up on this delusion.

Still convinced that all the years, all the blood, all the grief hadn’t changed anything.

Still rewriting history to crown himself the hero I’d supposedly betrayed.

“Cut the fucking theatrics, Gerald,” I snapped. “Where is my daughter?”

His brows shot up. Offended.

Actually offended.

“Now, now, Venus,” he said, tsking like a disappointed parent, “that’s quite the accusation.”

I leveled my gaze at him, letting the weight of my hatred settle between us.

“What makes you think,” he continued, raising his cuffed wrists to emphasize his prison uniform, “that I have that kind of pull? I’m in a fucking jail cell.”

He chuckled, dark and humorless.

“And your husband-bless his awful heart, I still wish he’d died when I put those bullets in him-has made sure my life here is as miserable as it gets.”

My jaw tightened. I wasn’t buying it. And he knew it.

Gerald’s gaze flickered briefly. His expression shifted-only for a breath-before he asked, too casually,

“Where’s my sister?”

My pulse stuttered.

He leaned forward, interest sharpening.

“She hasn’t visited. Heard anything about my family?”

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I stayed silent.

His tongue clicked against his teeth. “Ah. So you’re boring now.” He sighed dramatically. “I don’t remember you being this boring.”

He was baiting me. I refused to bite.

Instead, I forced the question out, voice raw with desperation I couldn’t afford to hide anymore.

“Tell me where she is.”

He blinked once.

Then laughed.

Laughed.

“And they say I’m the crazy one,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you hear yourself? Venus, I’ve been locked up here for-what-seven years? My visitors list is thinner than your patience. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

My fingers trembled. I pressed them to my knees to still them.

Then his mood flipped-so suddenly it was like someone turned a switch behind his eyes.

The air thickened.

He leaned closer, chains scraping across the floor, voice dropping into something colder than hatred.

“You can’t escape me,” he whispered. “Not unless I’m dead.”

My heart thudded painfully.

“And even then,” he breathed, “I’ll come back for you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. I will always come back for you.”

The threat slid under my skin like icewater.

But I didn’t let him see me flinch.

I straightened, letting my voice cut the space between us with a sharpness I didn’t know I still had.

“I’m not the same Venus you remember,” I said. “I am not weak. I am not scared of you. And if I find out you had anything-anything at all-to do with my child’s kidnapping?”

I leaned forward, matching his intensity.

“What Aaron has people doing to you here will look like a child’s game.”

He snarled.

Actually snarled.

He surged forward, metal clanking, chair screeching against the tile. His fingers stretched toward me, grazing air.

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The chains jerked him back violently.

The guards moved instantly.

Two officers burst through the door, grabbing his arms, restraining him as he lunged again, teeth bared like an animal.

“You bitch!” he spat. “You think you’re untouchable? You think-”

“Enough,” the guard barked.

They hauled him backward.

He fought them, muscles straining, eyes locked on mine-wild, furious and obsessed.

At the doorway, he twisted in their grip, chest heaving.

And with a smile so venomous it carved its way into my bones, he hissed,

“You’ll never find her.”

Everything inside me went cold.

The guards yanked him out.

The door slammed shut.

And the silence that followed…

Was worse than anything he’d said.

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