Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 8

VENUS

It was Thursday morning, and I went to see my mom to check on her and ensure she was doing well. I felt optimistic about her chemo, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t have to worry about the money. I hadn’t seen Dain since I sent him out. Good riddance. I even changed the lock on the door to feel safe again.

I’d gone through the contract, and after much thought, I decided I would sign it and submit it today after visiting my mom. Now, I was sitting in the chair beside her hospital bed. She was asleep, her breathing soft and steady.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” I murmured when she finally stirred.

“Venus?” She stretched and blinked. “How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You need all the rest you can get, Mom.” I took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I brought you your favourite mango juice.” I placed the bottle on the bedside table. “And... I wasn’t sure if you felt like having a cupcake, but I brought some, just in case. I hope you’re allowed to eat them.” I placed a small box of freshly baked cupcakes beside the juice.

“Why wouldn’t I be allowed to?” she chuckled softly. “Thank you so much. I was getting sick of hospital food.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she smiled.

“Hey, Mom, don’t get emotional over cupcakes,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Dain? Have you heard from him?” she asked hesitantly. This was the part of my visits I always dreaded.

“He’s fine. He’s been at Billy’s,” I lied, forcing a small smile. Truthfully, I had no idea where he was, and I didn’t care.

“Oh, okay.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment. She had hoped he would visit. He wouldn’t.

I glanced at the clock. “I’ll be heading to work now. I’ll see you later, okay?” I leaned down and kissed her nose.

“I love you, Venus.”

“I love you more.” With that, I left.

Time to face my boss—my future husband, I reminded myself with an inward cackle at the absurdity of it all.

There wasn’t much traffic, so I arrived at the office on time. After checking in with the receptionist, I learned Mr. Sinclair was already in.

I settled at my desk, organised my things, and took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

“Come in.”

I stepped inside. He leaned back in his chair, exuding the same devil-may-care arrogance he always did.

“Good morning, Mr. Sinclair.”

He glanced up from his paperwork, his eyes briefly flicking over me. I adjusted my glasses, and I noticed his gaze followed the movement.

“Good morning, Ms Astor"

“I, uh... I’ve looked through the contract, and I’ve signed it.” I handed the file over to him. He opened it, scanned my signature, and gave a brief nod.

“Good. I’ll get you a copy of the contract. You’ll submit your resignation letter this afternoon.”

He stood and walked around his desk, stopping right in front of me. My breath hitched.

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