Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 266

When I visited her, she looked smaller than I remembered,

Exhausted and haunted.

“You’re here to decide my fate?” she asked quietly.

“No,” I said. “The court will do that.”

She gave a tired smile.

“I told you I’d accept it.”

“I know.”

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She studied me.

“I didn’t do it for redemption,” she said. “I did it because I couldn’t live with myself anymore.”

“That doesn’t erase what happened.”

“I know.”

Silence.

“You saved my daughter,” I said finally.

Her eyes filled slightly.

“That matters.”

She swallowed.

“I don’t expect forgiveness.”

“You’re not getting it.”

A faint, almost relieved breath left her.

“But you’ll get a chance to testify,” I continued. “To help dismantle what’s left of Andrea’s network.”

She nodded slowly.

“I will.”

“And after that?”

She hesitated.

“I don’t know.”

Neither did I.

Protective custody meant relocation.

New identity.

New start.

Sometimes mercy didn’t look clean.

Sometimes it looked like consequence balanced against intention.

When I left the courthouse that evening, the sky was dimming into gold.

There were still names to uncover.

Accounts to freeze.

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Allies to identify.

But for the first time, the fight felt controlled.

Directed.

Not reactive.

When I pulled into the driveway at home, the lights inside were warm.

Venus stood near the window waiting when I stepped inside.

She didn’t ask how it went.

She didn’t need the details.

She walked toward me slowly.

“Done?” she asked,

“For now.”

She nodded.

Outside, the kids’ laughter drifted faintly from the backyard.

Alive.

Safe.

Andrea had said I had too many enemies.

Maybe I did.

But I also had something she never understood.

Something she never valued.

Family that chose each other.

That fought together.

That didn’t hide behind legacy.

If more enemies came-

They would find me ready.

Not alone.

And not looking away.

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AARON

Nine years.

Nine years since we stood in Connor’s office and signed a contract that was supposed to last three.

Three years of convenience.

Of arrangement.

Of mutually beneficial optics.

That was the plan.

No one planned for love.

No one planned for twins with identical stubborn streaks and identical loyalty. No one planned for a third baby girl who believed cake was a human right. No one planned for betrayal, or fear, or a problem that would test the seams of everything we built.

And yet here we were.

Nine years later.

Standing in the backyard of the house that once felt like a fortress.

Now it just felt like home.

There was no aisle.

No elaborate décor.

Just trimmed hedges, late-afternoon sunlight spilling gold across the grass, and the soft hum of life continuing beyond our walls.

Venus stood across from me.

Not dressed like a bride.

Not dressed for spectacle.

Just herself.

Steady.

That was the word that kept returning.

Steady.

My mother stood a few feet away, composed but emotional. She had watched this marriage as a

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contract. She had watched it turn real. She had watched it almost fracture.

Colton leaned against a patio pillar, arms crossed, pretending indifference.

Connor stood near the edge of the yard.

And beside him-Sabine.

My sister.

Trying and failing to suppress a grin.

And our children-

George and Iris stood shoulder to shoulder, impossibly in sync. If George shifted, Iris mirrored him. If Iris inhaled sharply, George noticed before anyone else did.

Sabine was with Gianna, blissfully unaware of gravity, clutched a handful of uneven flowers she had picked herself.

Nine years.

I stepped forward first.

“I didn’t expect to do this twice,” I admitted.

George leaned toward Iris. “This is the dramatic part.”

Iris elbowed him, but she was smiling.

“We started with a contract,” I said.

Venus’s eyes softened.

“Three years,” I continued. “Structured. Controlled. Strategic.”

A faint smile touched her mouth.

“No one told us contracts don’t account for feelings. They don’t account for late-night arguments that turn into laughter. Or standing in hospital rooms or waiting for babies to cry. Or realizing somewhere along the way that the line between performance and reality disappears.”

The twins exchanged a glance.

“I married you because it made sense,” I said quietly. “And then I stayed married to you because it didn’t.”

A soft breath left her.

“I stayed because you were no longer a clause. You were the person I wanted to wake up beside. The person I trusted with my name. With my children. With my life.”

The yard went still.

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“They tried to break that,” I said. “Tried to turn us back into strategy. Into calculation.”

Her fingers tightened around mine.

“But nine years later, I know you. I know your fear. Your strength. The way you fight for our children. The way you carry weight quietly.”

I held her gaze.

“I married a contract,” I said softly. “I built a life with a woman.”

The words settled.

“And today, I choose you. Not because we survived something terrible. Not because we promised nine years ago.”

“I choose you because after knowing you fully- I still want to stand beside you.”

Silence.

Venus stepped forward.

“When we signed that contract,” she said, “Lord knows I couldn’t stand the idea of being tied to you forever.”

Laughter rippled lightly.

“I thought I could separate business from feeling,” she continued. “Never once did I think I’d fall in love with you.”

George snorted. Iris shushed him.

“But somewhere between pretending and protecting… it stopped being temporary.”

Her eyes locked with mine.

“It stopped being strategy.”

She inhaled softly.

“When we signed divorce papers, I told myself I was strong enough to survive losing you for our daughter.”

George’s jaw tightened.

Iris’s fingers curled around his.

“But I don’t want to survive us,” she said. “I want to build us.”

She stepped closer.

“I don’t need saving. I don’t stand here because I have to.”

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Her voice softened.

“I stand here because I choose to.”

The breeze shifted gently.

“Nine years ago, I married a deal,” she said.

“Today, I reaffirm my love.”

Sabine clapped enthusiastically, flowers scattering at her feet.

George blinked hard and stared at the sky.

Iris didn’t hide her emotion.

She stepped forward first and wrapped her arms around Venus.

George followed instantly, hugging me with surprising force.

Four small arms wrapped around us.

My mother laughed softly, hand pressed to her chest.

Sabine toddled forward. “Cake,” she declared.

Laughter broke through the tension.

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I slid the ring into place on Venus’s finger.

Reaffirming.

She adjusted mine.

Nine years.

Not restarted.

Renewed.

Everyone began drifting toward the house.

Rosemary guided Sabine by the hand. The twins were already arguing over who deserved the larger slice.

That’s when Connor cleared his throat.

Subtle and reluctantly.

We all paused.

He looked like he’d rather be interrogated than do this.

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Sabine my sister – looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“If you’re going to stand there looking like that,” she muttered, “just say it.”

Connor exhaled like he was stepping into crossfire.

“We’re having a baby.”

Silence.

Then,

“What?!” George shouted.

Iris gasped. “A cousin?!”

Rosemary covered her mouth in surprise.

Colton muttered, “About time.”

Sabine grinned, finally unable to hide it. “Three months.”

The yard filled with noise again.

Excited voices. Questions. Laughter.

Venus looked at me.