Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

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But she was wrong.

He did grieve. He just didn’t let her see it.

“Oh. Aaron… I’m so sorry. I know how much he meant to you.”

He leaned back, eyes never leaving the photo.

I sat beside him. Close, but not too close.

Still, he didn’t look at me.

“My mom had a miscarriage,” he said, voice flat like he’d recited this truth so many times just to survive it. “She was six months along. Complications. The doctors warned her to rest. Told Richard not to stress her.”

My chest tightened. I stayed quiet. Afraid if I spoke, he’d stop.

“She collapsed one morning in the kitchen,” he went on. “There was blood everywhere. Placental abruption. She lost the baby.”

He finally looked at me then, and the pain in his eyes God, it was real. It was raw. It made my throat close.

“And then,” he whispered, “she slipped into a coma. Three years.”

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She doesn’t talk about it, he cominged. “But I know. The baby, the coma, her quilt for not being therefor net protecting seven-year-old me… I don’t blame her. But the blames herself. It breaks her

He swallowed hard. “That’s why she disappears. That’s why Dorian said she’s sick. Her mind.. it’s not always here She never really came back.”

I squeezed his hand. Let him feel my grip. My presence,

“When Richard took me in, Caroline…” He paused. “She hated me. Sabine tried to protect me, she followed me everywhere and wouldn’t stop bugging me-she was only three. Dorian didn’t. He wasn’t cruel, not like Caroline. He was just… indifferent. Like I was a ghost in his house.”

My heart cracked. Not out of pity, but something deeper. Something ancient. Like his pain had reached into mine and carved out a place we could share.

“My grandfather was my escape,” he said softly. “My best friend. He’d take me to see my mom at the hospital, Taught me how to play chess. How to read contracts. We built Sinclair Tech together.”

His voice tightened.

“We carried Sinclair Group while Richard bled it dry. I was only a teenager. But we did it. Together.”

And now I understood why he held Sinclair Tech like it was his heartbeat

“I turned 25, and he decided I was grown enough… and then he died. Just like that. Left me everything”

His voice broke. My heart did, too.

“And he couldn’t resist one last ditch effort to get me hitched,” Aaron said, letting out a quiet laugh. “He knew how much I hated the idea of marriage. How much I loved Sinclair Tech. So he forced my hand.”

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But I gave it to him anyway.

That night, we didn’t rush.

We didn’t tear clothes off or chase release like a finish line.

we undressed slowly.

Touched like we were discovering something new.

Like we were healing something old.

He held me like I was something fragile.

Ttouched him like he wasn’t.

And when he finally sank into me, it wasn’t about lust.

It was about letting go.

About trusting.

About giving.

We made Love that night.

Not because we had something to prove.