Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

VENUS

A few weeks after that dinner with Aaron-the weirdest of my life-we were back to work.

And no, it wasn’t like before. He’s still Aaron: sharp-edged, colder than titanium and twice as inflexible-but now, he actually listens. Respects my input. Lets me speak without interrupting, which, coming from him, might as well be a love letter.

He meant it when he said:

“You’ll be my shadow. My second brain. My eyes in every room. You want purpose? I’ll give you one.”

And just like that, I became something more than a PA with a contract ring.

I became relevant.

But the board meeting? Yeah. I dreaded it.

Richard’s been throwing glares sharp enough to slice paper. The office gossip is a never-ending background hum. And now that I’m Mrs. Sinclair, people who never even blinked at me before are suddenly obsessed. Offering smiles. Compliments. Coffee. Vile.

And the paparazzi? Parasites with black lenses. They’ve made my life a logistical nightmare. I can’t even go to the corner deli without three bodyguards and a prayer.

My mom’s last chemo session is next week. She’s in a better hospital now-just like Aaron promised. She’s healing. Getting stronger. She hasn’t said it, but I can tell-she wants to go back to our old apartment.

I don’t want that for her. !

I’ve been thinking of getting her a new place. Just for now-for the rest of my contract. I’ve got enough saved. When the three years are up, she and I will start fresh. Somewhere far. Somewhere quiet.

Caroline? I haven’t seen her. Not once. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved.

Sweet Sabine has become my accidental lifeline. We text. We laugh. We get matcha lattes she swears taste like happiness. Apparently, she bugged Aaron nonstop until he caved and gave her my number.

Gianna? She landed a job at Hawthorne Law Syndicate. Yes-Connor’s firm. Mergers and acquisitions. Ironic, right?

As for Aaron and me? We’ve perfected the act.

He touches me in the office. Kisses my temple. Drops lines like:

> “Careful. My wife bites.”

And I play along, smiling like I don’t feel the weight of it all creeping into places it shouldn’t.

Behind closed doors, it feels… real. Almost. But I know better.

“You’ll be fine,” Connor says for the tenth time as we wait in Aaron’s office. “You survived turbulence in a private jet. You’ll survive rich men with oversized egos.”

“I am not fine,” I mutter, adjusting the cuffs of my blouse like they’ll keep my nerves from spilling out.

“It’s just a bunch of overzealous board snobs. Aaron’ll handle the meat just look pretty and blink.”

“Easy for you to say.”

The door opens.

Speak of the devil.

Aaron walks in, sharp in a navy three-piece suit, tie slightly loosened-just enough to whisper effortless power. He walks straight to me, brushes a kiss across my cheek like it’s second nature.

Connor smirks. Nothing gets past him. Does it?

“Your wife’s nervous.”

NTA

“I’m not “I start, then sigh. No point lying. Especially not to them.

Aaron looks at me, calm and certain.

“Then don’t focus on them,” he says. “Focus on ma

Successfully unlocked!

The boardroom is a glacier with gold trim-cold, lavish, and judgmental.

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Chapter 47

Men in tailored suits. Women in thousand-dollar heels. Richard sits like he invented oxygen. Caroline’s across from him in a blood-red dress, lips matching, smile poisonous.

Then-

The doors open again.

Someone new steps in. Tall. Brooding. Eyes like Aaron’s but colder-amused, like he’s watching a joke no one else

understands.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice lazy, dripping with charm.

“Traffic’s hell when your ex-wife’s Pl is tailing you.”

Caroline’s scowl melts into something terrifying: a smile.

My eyes shoot to Aaron. His jaw tightens. But he’s not surprised.

“Dorian,” he says flatly.

“Little brother.” Dorian grins, all teeth, sliding into an empty chair with too much ease.

One chair left. Where’s the last board member?

Aaron clears his throat, his hand pressing gently to the small of my back, guiding me to the front of the table.

“Before we begin,” he says, voice steady, “I want to formally introduce Venus Sinclair. My wife. My personal assistant. And my advisor.”

Advisor?

Since when?

Caroline lets out a sharp laugh, eyes slicing into me.

“Advisor?” she echoes, her tone thick with venom.

“Does she have a degree in business or just… bed manners?”

The air chills. Someone coughs.

Aaron doesn’t flinch-but I see it.

A shift. Like someone just pulled a knife on him in church.

“You can ask your husband, Richard,” Aaron says coolly.

“After all, he hired her first.”

He turns his eyes to Caroline and Richard.

“And careful, Caroline. You’re speaking to my wife.

If you want to keep your seat at this table, you’ll watch your mouth.”

Caroline doesn’t blink.

She smiles like she just swallowed poison and liked the taste.

“Of course. I just think the board has a right to know who’s advising our CEO. Where she came from. What she’s qualified for.”

My stomach twists.

Aaron turns to me. Just once. That look in his eyes-I know it. He’s about to fight my battle for me.

“Venus-”

“No.” I cut in, softly but steady. “Let me.”

Just as I open my mouth to speak-

Dorian leans forward, eyes glinting.

“Actually,” he says, lips curling, “I’d love to hear this. Let’s see what makes the woman who tamed Aaron Sinclair.”

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