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2024-12-01 03:14:16Valeria felt a lingering uneasiness as she saw Mrs. Stella going out of the room. “Why are you not responding, Markos? Do you want to die this painfully and slowly?” She sat stiffly next to Markos and watched his striking features. “Respond to me please. I don’t want to do any of this but your silence is persuading me.” She stretched her hand out and waved it in front of his eyes.
"What's on your mind, Markos? Why aren’t you putting any effort into waking up?" She asked, but there was no response. Valeria felt a sudden pang of sadness. “Please, wake up. There are plenty of people wishing for your death. But I want you to wake up.” She whispered while caressing his cheek.
Her suffering was nothing compared to what he had to go through. "I hope you wake up soon, Markos. If these leeches in your family get their cold sleazy hands on all your money, you won't be able to die in peace." Markos closed his eyes slowly after that.
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The next morning, Mrs. Stella called Valeria downstairs. The entire Moreno family was in the living room when Valeria arrived, and she proceeded to greet and serve tea to each family member. Stella looked pleased with Valeria's mannerisms and her genuine concern towards Markos. "How did you sleep last night, Valeria?" She inquired.
Valeria's cheeks flushed as she said, "Quite well." It was her first week with Markos and she wanted a positive response from Valeria. "That is great.I have something for you, Valeria.” Stella said as she opened up a purple gift box and passed it to Valeria. "This pendant complements your efforts. Do you like it?"
Valeria did not dare to reject the old woman in front of the whole family and immediately accepted her gift. “I do, thank you.” However she didn’t like the way she was being bribed in the name of her care and efforts. It was hard for her to accept that she was there just to produce a child for a handicap person who might never wake up.
"I know things are hard for you, Valeria. With Markos the way he is now, he isn’t able to provide for you. However, there's a way for you to have all of this and stay here forever. As his legal wife." said Rosalie as she began to reveal her plan. "Markos is running out of time and might never wake up as you know. He had always been busy with work and never had the time to date. All you have to do is have a child for him.”
Valeria stiffened upon hearing her words. A child of their own? "I'd like you to give Markos a child and continue his bloodline. In exchange you will get his name, legal status as his wife and his money." Rosalie finished. Valeria was stunned to hear that, and everyone else in the room had an equally shocked expression too.
"Mother, Markos has been in this state for quite a long time. He may be infertile now. You are putting this poor woman through so much stress for nothing." said Markos's eldest brother, Henry Moreno. While Valeria watched the whole scene to know the family conspiracy.
Markos was not dead yet, but everyone already had their eyes on his estate.
Rosalie chuckled and said, "Don’t you worry, Henry. I have a trick or two up my sleeve with the doctors for the task.. With Markos's vast estate, how could he not have an heir? I'll have Valeria give Markos a child.” At that moment, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Valeria.
"You're still studying, right, Valeria? Your studies will be affected if you get pregnant now." said Henry's wife. Valeria realised that no one there wanted her to have a child. It made her clear that James was also one of them as they all were leeches and were not ashamed of it.
Henry immediately agreed and said, "That's right! Valeria is still young. I doubt she's willing to give up on her studies for nothing and raise a child at home! That too alone.” Rosalie knew what her son and daughter-in-law were thinking. This was also the reason why she was adamant about ensuring Markos had an heir.
"No one has asked all of you for anything. Are you willing to have Markos's child, Valeria?" Rosalie asked Valeria. She did not hold back. "You should know that you and the child will inherit all of Markos's estate in the future. It's a fortune large enough for you and the child to live a comfortable life. No work. No contracts. No hassle." Markos might still be alive, but everyone was already coveting his property.
For that reason, she felt some sympathy for Markos and Rosalie. Having an heir would also be the perfect revenge on James for dumping her. And also because that would prevent him from getting a single dime of Markos's money. She was therefore willing to give it a try for her own personal gain and lavish lifestyle.
"I'll do it," Valeria responded without hesitation. Once tea was over, Valeria walked out of the room and prepared to return to Markos’ room. It was the moment when James stopped her before she could leave. Valeria felt sick to her stomach at the sight of James's face.
James made sure no one was around, then said, "You're breaking my heart, Valeria! Only if I knew what kind of woman you were. Hah! You never let me touch you the entire time we were dating. And now here you are, you've agreed to give birth to Uncle Markos's kid!"
"Giving him a child means getting his estate, his name and the lifestyle I want. Why shouldn't I do it, especially when you have ridiculed me in public? You were the one who left me at the altar, James." Valeria snickered as she deliberately chose words that would hurt him. Sure enough, James became agitated.
"It's not a bad idea, we can do it together. You know you can have my kid and you can say it's Uncle Markos'. This way you don’t have to have sex with such a corpse. The child would still belong to the Moreno family. Even if my grandmother gets angry, she would never make you abort it." The sneer on Valeria's face instantly vanished.
"I am actually glad you left me, James. At least this way I can see how disgusting you are. Keep your cunning schemes to yourself." Valeria warned. "I heard that the people Markos used to deal with are a ruthless bunch. As long as he's breathing, his minions will be waiting for him to wake up.”
“And who said that I would prefer to have sex with you instead?” Valeria's words were like a wave of ice-cold water, chilling James to his core. He knew better than anyone else that each one of his uncle's people was more ruthless than the last. The fact that they had kept a low profile after Markos's accident was not an indication that they were not around anymore.
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When Valeria returned to Markos' room, she was immediately taken to the hospital for a medical checkup by the doctors. “If you are ovulating, we would extract the eggs from your body. Otherwise, we would give you a shot to stimulate ovulation. And that will assure everything including preparing your body for the process.”"There is no need to worry, Mrs Moreno. This might hurt a little but the child will be healthy, sound and safe." Valeria was consoled by one of the female doctors. Valeria lay on the bed as her heartbeat quickened. "How long will it take to make that happen?""It's hard to say. If we're lucky, it would take three to four months maximum. Otherwise, it might take forever," said the doctor. She then paused before adding, " But don’t worry. You're young, so I'm sure this will go smoothly. There is less to worry about. Just eat well and stay healthy.”Once everything was over, Valeria returned to Markos's mansion. As soon as she reached home, the first thing she did was c
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Valeria clutched the edge of the wooden doorframe, her knuckles white as she peeked into the room. The faint glow of the evening sun streamed through the large, arched window, casting a golden hue across the spacious chamber. On the bed, Markus sat slumped forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands buried in his hair. His broad shoulders heaved slightly, betraying his frustration and turmoil. Near him stood Mrs. Stella, her elegant silhouette framed by the light. Despite her composed demeanor, there was a visible tension in her posture as she wrung her hands. “I only ever wanted what was best for you, Markus,” Stella said softly, her voice laced with both earnestness and desperation. She moved closer to him, reaching out but stopping just short of placing her hand on his shoulder. Markus lifted his head slightly, his sharp features twisted in a mix of disbelief and anger. “What you did… bringing Valeria here, putting her in the middle of all this—it wasn’t your decision
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The next day soft light of late morning filtered through the lace curtains of Valeria’s room, casting delicate patterns across the wooden floor. The gentle chirping of birds outside was the only sound until the faint creak of the door opening broke the quiet.Mrs. Stella stepped inside, her elegant gown rustling as she moved. Her expression was calm but held a flicker of worry beneath her composed exterior. She held a small bundle of fresh herbs in her hands, their faint aroma filling the air.“Valeria, my dear,” Mrs. Stella began, her tone warm yet laced with curiosity. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Valeria, who had been sitting on the edge of her bed reading, set the book aside and stood up, smoothing the fabric of her dress. Her cheeks held a faint flush, whether from the warmth of the room or the topic she knew was coming, she wasn’t sure.“Not at all, Mrs. Stella,” she replied with a soft smile. “Please, come in.” Mrs. Stella approached her with measured steps, her eyes search
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Once the soup was ready, Greta ladled it into a porcelain bowl and placed it on a tray with a cloth napkin and a slice of warm bread. “There you are, my lady. Perfectly done.”Valeria thanked Greta profusely, lifting the tray carefully and carrying it toward Markus’s room. With every step, her heart beat a little faster, anticipation mingling with a renewed sense of hope.When she reached his door, she hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking softly. “Markus?” she called gently. “It’s me. I… I brought something for you. I am sure you must like it. We didn’t get to talk much yesterday.”There was a pause, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. The door opened, revealing Markus, his expression guarded as he looked down at her.Valeria offered him a tentative smile, holding up the tray. “I made this for you. I thought… maybe you could use something warm.”Markus’s eyes flicked from her face to the tray, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Valeria he
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Valeria stumbled out of the room, her tears blurring her vision as she clutched the folds of her dress tightly, as if grounding herself from completely falling apart. The air in the corridor felt heavy, oppressive, and it pressed down on her as she walked aimlessly, trying to steady her uneven breaths.She reached the end of the hallway and leaned against the cool stone wall, her sobs breaking free in quiet gasps. Each tear felt like a piece of her heart spilling out, but she didn’t bother wiping them away. The raw wound Markus had left with his words and actions was too fresh, too deep. “Why does he hate me so much? she thought miserably. Why won’t he let me in?”Back in the room, Markus remained seated on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his posture rigid. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, but his expression betrayed nothing of the turmoil simmering beneath his stoic façade. His jaw clenched as his gaze fell to the shattered porcelain and the mess of s
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Valeria sat in the plush, sunlit lounge of the manor, the delicate teacup in her hands trembling slightly as she took a sip. Across from her, Mrs. Stella observed her closely, her sharp eyes softened by a rare warmth. The older woman had always carried herself with an air of authority, but in moments like these, she exuded genuine care.“How are you feeling today, Valeria?” Mrs. Stella asked, setting her teacup on the table with an elegant clink.“I’m fine,” Valeria replied with a faint smile, though the tightness in her chest betrayed her. “The treatment has been progressing well. I feel… hopeful.”Mrs. Stella leaned forward, her hands clasped together on her lap. “That’s good to hear. I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but you’ve handled it with grace. I’m proud of you.”Valeria’s smile widened slightly, touched by the unexpected praise. “Thank you, Mrs. Stella. That means a lot.”Before their conversation could continue, Valeria’s phone buzzed on the side table. She glanced at t
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“No, i shouldn’t tell him about the child. He will react the same way I have imagined.” Valeria’s heart pounded as she stood outside Markus’s door, her fingers lingering on the handle. She had imagined every possible reaction he might have, and her thoughts had spiraled into a worst-case scenario. Her mind replayed vivid scenes of his anger, his rejection, and the bitterness in his voice.With a shaky breath, she shook herself out of the harrowing daydream. “No.” she thought. “I can’t tell him—not yet. He hasn’t accepted me as his wife and this will make him hate me more.” She straightened her posture, forcing a neutral expression onto her face before turning the handle and stepping inside. The sight that greeted her made her pause. Markus was standing by the wardrobe, pulling on a crisp white shirt. He looked as composed and distant as ever, his movements sharp and deliberate. “You’re up early,” she said softly, trying to mask the nervous quiver in her voice.Markus glanced at her b
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The grand hallway was silent, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the tall windows. Valeria stood near the corner, her delicate hands clutching the edge of a decorative column as she watched Lars support Markus down the corridor. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of her husband. His steps were unsteady, his head drooping as if the weight of the world—or perhaps the liquor—was too much to bear.Lars had one of Markus’s arms slung over his broad shoulder, his other hand gripping his waist to keep him upright. The bodyguard’s expression was neutral, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes as he guided Markus carefully toward the room.Valeria’s heart clenched at the sight. She wanted to step forward, to help, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the memory of Markus’s harsh words or the fear of rejection that held her back. Instead, she watched silently, her fingers digging into the smooth marble of the column for support.
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Valeria stirred as the shrill ringing of her phone broke through the quiet stillness of the early morning. She blinked against the soft light filtering through the curtains, her mind still hazy from sleep.“Who could be calling me in the early morning?” Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she answered groggily. “Hello…?” A deep, cold voice came through the line, instantly jolting her awake.“Where are you?” Markus’s tone was sharp, impatient. Valeria sat up in bed, rubbing her temple. Her heart sank. Of course, he wasn’t calling to ask about her well-being. He wasn’t concerned about her sudden absence from the manor. He just wanted to finalize their separation. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.“I want to send the divorce papers,” Markus replied, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “It’s time to end this farce. Where are you? Tell me fast.” Valeria clenched her fingers around the blanket, steadying herself. The pain in her chest was familiar now
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The sun was just beginning to set as Valeria’s cab pulled up in front of Bella’s cozy house. The warm, inviting glow of the porch light was the first thing Valeria noticed, and it made her chest tighten with emotion. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt like she was stepping into a place where she could truly breathe.Before she could even knock, the door swung open, and there stood Bella, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her friend. “Valeria!” Bella exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”Valeria smiled softly, the weight of the past few days momentarily lifting as she embraced Bella. “I missed you too,” she said, her voice laced with exhaustion.Bella stepped back, keeping her hands on Valeria’s shoulders as she gave her a once-over. “You look... tired,” Bella said gently. “Come in. Let’s get you settled.”Valeria nodded and followed Bella inside. The house smelled of freshly baked cookies a
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Valeria sat in Markus's study while staring blankly, her hands trembling as she clutched the divorce papers. Her heart felt heavy, but her expression was calm and composed. This time, she wasn’t going to let him dictate everything.Markus leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her with his usual air of indifference. “Well? Have you made up your mind?” he asked coolly, his gaze fixed on her as though he was scrutinizing her every move.She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’ll sign the papers.” Markus raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden agreement. “That’s refreshing,” he said with a sarcastic smirk. “But I’m guessing there’s a condition?”Valeria stepped forward and placed the papers on the desk. “I want the house on Eastwood Hill,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “And ten million dollars. That’s my price for signing these else i am not going to.”The room fell silent for a moment. Markus stared at her, his
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Valeria’s lips parted, but no words came out. The lump in her throat grew tighter as she stared at him, her mind racing. She wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but the truth hung heavy between them, undeniable and suffocating.Markus sighed, leaning back in his chair again. “Look, I’m not blaming you,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I didn’t exactly marry you out of love either. This was my mother’s doing, her grand plan to secure some ideal version of a family legacy. But that doesn’t mean we have to live like this—trapped, miserable, pretending this is something it’s not.”Valeria’s hands trembled as she looked down at her lap, her vision blurring with unshed tears. “What are you saying?” she asked, her voice shaky.“I’m saying you don’t have to do this anymore,” Markus said firmly. “You don’t have to stay in this marriage out of obligation to my mother or anyone else. If you want out, say the word, and I’ll make it happen. I’ll sign the papers, give you whatever y
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Valeria stiffened slightly at the mention of the child, the words carrying both pride and weight. “While I’m away, I need you to take care of yourself—and this baby,” Mrs. Stella continued, her voice unwavering. “This family may have its challenges, but the child you’re carrying is a blessing, Valeria. You must remember that.”Valeria nodded, her throat tightening. She appreciated Mrs. Stella’s words, but they only served as a reminder of the complexities she faced. “I’ll do my best,” she said quietly, her hands resting protectively over her stomach.Mrs. Stella gave a small nod of approval, her sharp eyes softening as she stood. “Good. I trust you’ll handle everything here with grace. If you need anything, you can reach me, though I expect Markus will step up and be more present while I’m gone.”Valeria looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line. She wasn’t sure how much faith she had in Markus stepping up, but she didn’t voice her doubts.Mrs. Stella leaned down, her expression
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Her fingers brushed against the doorknob to her room, trembling slightly as she pushed it open. The room was spacious and luxurious, but it felt hollow—like a gilded cage designed to remind her of the distance between her and Markus.She closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing louder in her ears than she expected. She pressed her back against it, her body slowly sinking to the floor as the weight of her emotions bore down on her. She hugged her knees to her chest, burying her face as tears began to spill uncontrollably.Her breath hitched as she cursed herself under her breath. “Why did I think... why did I assume things would be different?” she whispered to the empty room, her voice thick with emotion. “Why did I ever think I could be someone important to him?”The words felt like shards of glass cutting through her heart. She had built up so many hopes when she married Markus, believing that love and respect would follow in time. But reality had crushed those dreams, leav
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Markus scoffed, setting his glass down with a loud clink. “Home?” He let out a humorless laugh. “That place hasn’t felt like home in a long time. Everyone is wearing a facade, a mask of empathy.” The woman beside him smirked, her fingers trailing lightly down Markus’s arm. “Oh, let the man have some fun,” she purred, her voice smooth and coaxing. “He deserves a break, doesn’t he?”Lars’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. “Your health and your responsibilities, sir, are more important than this… diversion.”Markus’s glare shifted to Lars, his lips curling into a sneer. “Responsibilities?” he repeated mockingly. “Is that what she told you? That I’m shirking my duties?” He shook his head, downing the rest of his drink in one go.Lars held his ground, his patience thinning. “No, sir. But it’s my duty to ensure your safety and to inform you that your actions have consequences. Especially for those waiting for you at home.”Markus stared at him for a long moment, his jaw ti
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The dining room was eerily quiet, save for the soft clinking of silverware against fine china. Valeria sat across from Markus at the long table, her appetite subdued by the tension that always seemed to linger between them. She kept her eyes on her plate, taking small bites of the pasta in front of her, while Markus ate in his usual, methodical manner.He barely glanced in her direction, his expression neutral yet distant. The strained silence was heavy, each moment stretching longer than the last. Valeria wondered if he would leave the table without a word, as he often did, but to her surprise, he reached for his napkin.Markus wiped his mouth with the crisp white cloth and stood, the legs of his chair scraping softly against the polished floor. He folded the napkin neatly and placed it beside his empty plate, his movements deliberate and precise.“I need to discuss something important with you,” he said, his voice low and even as he looked at her. Valeria’s fork paused mid-air, her
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The grand hallway was silent, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the tall windows. Valeria stood near the corner, her delicate hands clutching the edge of a decorative column as she watched Lars support Markus down the corridor. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of her husband. His steps were unsteady, his head drooping as if the weight of the world—or perhaps the liquor—was too much to bear.Lars had one of Markus’s arms slung over his broad shoulder, his other hand gripping his waist to keep him upright. The bodyguard’s expression was neutral, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes as he guided Markus carefully toward the room.Valeria’s heart clenched at the sight. She wanted to step forward, to help, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the memory of Markus’s harsh words or the fear of rejection that held her back. Instead, she watched silently, her fingers digging into the smooth marble of the column for support.
