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The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Sixteen — A spark of Love
JAMES POV I sat across the big TV screen in my massive living room watching the newscaster lament in the economy of our small town. A figure walked through the kitchen as the fridge was opened. “Good morning.” The figure said. I turning back slowly to re-acknowledge her presence. “Morning Ava.” I muttered, without removing my eyes from the screen. “How was your night?” She attempted to start a conversation, regardless of yesterday’s occurrence. “Same as any other day.” I replied, quite quickly. “Sorry for asking.” Ava simply said. I paused briefly to reflect on my response. I picked up the TV remote subtly, knowing that I don’t care about Ava’s feelings. I abruptly switched the Television station to Super Sport HD TV. I abruptly picked up my phone as phone chimed to the text I just received. Flagging my messages into archived, Ava suddenly appeared beside me as if chased by a ghost from the kitchen. Her gaze remained locked into the TV screen. “I didn’t kno
Last Updated : 2024-12-15The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Seventeen — A meal of Love
AVA’S POV I stood in the center of the expansive kitchen, my arms crossed and my lips pursed in determination. The room was immaculate—almost too immaculate. The polished marble countertops gleamed under the warm glow of recessed lights, and every utensil was in its rightful place. It was the kind of kitchen that was frequently used by James maids, yet, seemed as if it had remained untouched for as long as I’ve been in this contract marriage with James Valquez. Tonight, that was about to change. James leaned against the doorway, arms folded, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His sharp features were alight with curiosity as he watched me move about the kitchen with an energy he hadn’t expected. “You know,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the soft hum of the refrigerator, “I’m pretty sure you’ve never even boiled water in your life. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I shot him a glare over my shoulder, my eyes glittering with defiance. “I know what I’m doing
Last Updated : 2024-12-15The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Eighteen — Not the Same argument, Again!
James Valquez never faltered. Whether in business, negotiations, or personal matters, he was a man of decisions—final, sharp, and absolute. So, when the idea of an heir entered his calculated mind, it wasn’t a question of if but how. Marriage had never been his goal. Partnerships were for convenience, deals sealed with unshakable contracts rather than vows. Ava Valley had been no exception. She had become Mrs. Valquez not out of love but necessity. Her beauty was undeniable, her intelligence sufficient, but more importantly, she fit his criteria. Above all, she had agreed. And now, seated beside him in his sleek black Aston Martin as the city skyline blurred past, Ava remained silent, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes,” James said, his tone clipped, his eyes fixed on the road. Ava turned her head slightly, her profile catching the faint morning light streaming through the tinted windows. “You could have at least told me in advance.” J
Last Updated : 2024-12-15The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Nineteen — The estate surveyor
AVA'S POV I sat cross-legged on the edge of the balcony, my eyes closed, my breathing steady as the pale rays of dawn kissed my skin. The delicate hum of the city’s morning buzz was a soothing backdrop to my meditation. This was my sanctuary, the one time of day I could steal for myself, a moment untouched by the constraints of my cold, calculated marriage to James Valquez. My hands rested lightly on my knees, my mind focused on the mantra she had been repeating in her head since sunrise. Inhale. Exhale. Balance. The slam of a door shattered the peace like a rock through glass. My serene expression faltered, my eyes snapping open as heavy, purposeful footsteps advanced toward my direction. I know didn’t need to look to know who it was. James always moved with an air of domination, his presence a force that demanded attention. “Ava,” his voice was deep, clipped, and cold. It was the voice of a man who didn’t ask; he commanded. I turned my head slightly, taking in the si
Last Updated : 2024-12-16The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Twenty — The Manipulative dinner
The morning sun blazed high in the sky, glaring through the tinted windows of James Valquez’s black Bentley as it slid through the streets. The city roared on around them—blaring horns, bustling markets, and the steady hum of life pulsating through every alley. But inside the car, silence reigned, thick and oppressive, except for the faint sound of Ava’s shallow breathing. She sat beside him, straight-backed and poised, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her auburn hair was swept up into a practical bun, though strands had slipped loose during the hours they had spent at the estate property. James’s eyes flicked toward her, noting the faint crease of fatigue at the corners of her eyes. She was trying to hide her exhaustion, of course—Ava would never admit that the morning had drained her. She had worked just as hard as he had, surveying the land, asking sharp, thoughtful questions to the appraisers, and catching details even his team had overlooked. She’d impressed him. Again.
Last Updated : 2024-12-16The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Twenty One — A game of love, or a game of checkers?
AVA'S POV The air in the Valquez manor's private lounge was still, a calculated silence interrupted only by the gentle crackle of the grand fireplace. Winter raged outside, its howling wind rattling the antique window panes, but inside, the room was a cocoon of warmth and unyielding tension. James sat in his leather chair, his angular features illuminated by the golden glow of the fire. He was the picture of control: crisp shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his cold brown eyes fixed on the chessboard between him and I. I sat across from him, my posture signifying a mixture of defiance and hesitation. I wasn’t dressed to impress tonight, my unusual fancy dinner dress replaced by a cozy knit sweater. My delicate fingers hovered over the wooden bishop, hesitant as I weighed my next move. “Indecision is a killer,” James said, his voice as smooth as the aged whiskey in his glass. He leaned back, studying my with an expression of detached amusement. “Not just in chess, but in
Last Updated : 2024-12-17The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Twenty Two — Humbling Mr. Valquez
JAMES’S POV The fire crackled in my private lounge, warmth a stark contrast to the icy tension between me and Ava Affleck. The checkerboard lay between us on a polished ebony table, the red and black tiles illuminated by the soft glow of antique sconces. Outside, the winter wind howled against the mansion’s glass windows, but inside, it was silent save for the occasional clink of a piece being placed or captured. Me, looking cold and detached as ever, lounged in my leather chair with the air of a king surveying his kingdom, my sharp features, shadowed by the flickering light, betrayed no emotion, though my eyes gleamed with calculated precision. I was used to winning—in business, in life, and in games. Tonight, chess had been no different. I watched with an almost sadistic pleasure as Ava, my contract wife, struggled to keep up with my relentless strategy earlier. Every move I made had pushed her closer to defeat, and every small triumph she managed was swiftly dismantled. Her
Last Updated : 2024-12-18The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Twenty Three — Love or plot??
The sun was barely over the horizon when James Valquez stood in his private study, sipping a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The morning light streamed through the expansive windows, illuminating the room’s sleek furnishings, but James’s expression remained shadowed. The previous night’s events replayed in his mind: Ava, poised yet unyielding, strategically maneuvering her way to victory in their checkers game. It was supposed to have been a harmless distraction, a trivial competition to remind her who held the power in their marriage. Instead, it had turned into a pointed reminder that Ava Affleck—now Ava Valquez—was more than just a pawn in his carefully orchestrated game. He hated to admit it, but he respected her now, even if only a little. Not that he would ever tell her that. Yet the memory of her triumphant smirk and the spark in her brown eyes lingered, unsettling him. Perhaps this was why, when he noticed her preparing to leave for work this morning, he’d impu
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The weight of secrets is a peculiar burden. It starts as a quiet whisper in the back of the mind, but as time goes on, it grows louder, more persistent, until it feels like a shout in the silence. James Valquez stood in his shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body as he leaned against the cold tile wall, his head bowed.The steam rose around him, but it did little to clear the storm in his mind. His decision to keep his terminal illness hidden from Ava had been rooted In a misguided sense of protection. He told himself it was to shield her, to let her live without the impending shadow of his mortality looming over their newfound happiness. But as their bond deepened, the lie began to gnaw at him.Was he doing the right thing? Was it fair to love her so deeply, knowing he could leave her in months?He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. For a man who had built empires and faced down rivals without flinching, James had never felt this vulnerable. Av
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Two months had passed since the chaos that nearly tore James and Ava apart. In that time, their relationship had transformed into something neither of them could have imagined when they first signed their contract. What had started as a necessity for appearances had blossomed into something genuine, an unspoken bond that strengthened with each passing day.Tonight was a special evening, one James had planned meticulously. He had rented out the entirety of La Maison Privée, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, ensuring they would have the place entirely to themselves. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the private dining room, and the faint strains of a violin played in the background.Ava sat across from James at the elegantly set table, her laughter echoing in the intimate space. She looked radiant, her cheeks flushed with happiness as she recounted a humorous memory from her childhood. James listened intently, a soft smile tugging at his lips.“You’re laughing to
The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Fifty Five — Revenge!!!!!!
The air in the underground car park was thick with tension, the low hum of idling engines echoing off the cold concrete walls. Brandon Smith stood frozen, his eyes locked with James Valquez’s piercing gaze. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, his usual arrogance faltering as he realized he had walked into a trap. James stepped out of his sedan, his movements deliberate and calm, but his aura radiated danger. Behind him, the convoy of vehicles remained still, the men inside awaiting their orders. James’s hands were clenched into fists, his sharp suit giving no indication of the storm brewing within him. Brandon swallowed hard but quickly tried to recover his composure. “James,” he said, his voice laced with a forced confidence. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here.” James didn’t respond immediately. He took another step forward, the sound of his polished shoes hitting the concrete reverberating in the stillness. “You made a mistake, Brandon,” James said finally, his
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The dimly lit underground car park smelled of oil and damp concrete, its shadows stretching unnervingly as Rodri leaned casually against a black SUV. He checked his watch, his face a mask of calculated indifference, though beneath it lay an eagerness to see this plan unfold.Brandon’s business associate, Marcus Grayson, a middle-aged man with a sharp suit and a sharper tongue, stepped out of his sleek sports car. His polished shoes clicked against the concrete as he approached Rodri, his eyes scanning the surroundings with mild suspicion.“You called me here, Rodri,” Marcus said coolly, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored jacket. “I trust this is important?”Rodri gave a tight smile, pushing off the car and extending a hand. “Always, Marcus. I wouldn’t waste your time.”Marcus shook his hand briefly before looking around. “Odd place for a meeting. And why so empty?”Rodri shrugged. “Privacy is paramount, don’t you think?”From his vantage point behind the steering wheel of a matte
The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Fifty Three — Beneath the Layers
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its gentle warmth casting a golden hue across the study. James and Ava sat side by side on the oversized couch, wrapped in the cocoon of an evening that felt unusually intimate. The weight of unspoken truths hung in the air, yet there was a newfound closeness between them, one forged through shared silences and cautious words.James leaned back, his dark eyes fixed on Ava as she gazed thoughtfully into the flames. She had been unusually quiet, and though he didn’t press her, he knew she was wrestling with something.Finally, she spoke. “James,” she said softly, her voice barely audible above the fire’s crackle.“Yes?” he replied, his tone gentle.She turned to him, her eyes searching his face as though trying to gauge his reaction to what she was about to say. “Do you ever think about what this marriage could be? Beyond the contract, I mean.”James raised an eyebrow, her question catching him slightly off guard. “What do you mean?”Ava hesitated
The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Fifty Two —Crossroads of Desire and Vengeance
The heavy silence of the study was broken only by the faint ticking of a clock mounted on the far wall. James Valquez sat motionless in his chair, the firelight casting flickering shadows across his chiseled features. His mind was a battlefield, the opposing forces of vengeance and love warring for dominance.In front of him sat an untouched glass of amber liquid, its surface reflecting the golden hues of the fire. Beside it, a half-opened dossier detailed the latest intelligence on Brandon Smith’s whereabouts and operations. It was all there—maps, photographs, and the names of his known associates.But James’s gaze was fixed on a single photograph on his desk. It wasn’t part of the dossier but a candid shot of Ava, taken during a rare moment of happiness. She was laughing, her green eyes bright with life, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders. It was a picture of the woman who had somehow burrowed her way into his heart, the woman who had taught him that there was more to life
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The invitation had come unexpectedly, but James Valquez rarely ignored an opportunity to survey the intricacies of his empire. Elias Johnson, a trusted manager in Atlas Incorporation’s logistics division, had asked James to inspect his warehouse stock holdings. The message had been professional and respectful, emphasizing the importance of James’s oversight on a new shipment of raw materials crucial to the plastics subdivision.James, however, had a natural instinct for caution. His empire had seen too many betrayals and power plays for him to trust blindly. Still, Elias had been loyal for years—or so James believed.When Ava had overheard the details of the meeting, she insisted on accompanying him. “You’ve been on edge since this whole Brandon situation escalated,” she said, her brown eyes sharp with concern. “I’m coming with you.”James had resisted at first, but he relented after seeing the determination in her gaze. He wasn’t willing to risk leaving her alone in the mansion, vuln
The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Fifty — The Battle Line
James Valquez sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the conference room of Atlas Incorporation, his fingers steepled as he listened to the voices of his board members rise and fall in heated debate. The room, usually a place of calculated strategies and polished professionalism, now carried an undercurrent of tension and unease. The topic at hand was no ordinary business decision—it was a direct attack on his empire, one he could not and would not tolerate.The chair to his right was empty, reserved for his assistant, Rodri, who was on his way with the final report. James’s dark eyes scanned the faces of the board members seated around the table, each of them visibly uneasy. The theft and sabotage at the production company had rattled them all.“Mr. Valquez,” one of the directors began, his voice trembling slightly. “The losses from the recent attacks are substantial. Over 40% of the last shipment was either stolen or destroyed. If this continues, it could cripple the plastics
The Billionaire's Weakness Chapter Fourty Nine —Beneath the Embers
The mansion was quiet, except for the crackling of the furnace that cast flickering shadows against the walls of the living room. James Valquez stood by the grand marble fireplace, his hands in his pockets, staring into the dancing flames as though the answers he sought lay hidden within. His brow was furrowed, his normally composed demeanor betraying traces of unease. Behind him, Ava Affleck sat curled on the oversized leather couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her. The warmth of the room didn’t reach her; she felt cold and restless, a deep sense of unease clawing at her chest. James turned, his sharp eyes meeting hers. She had always been a mystery to him—defiant yet vulnerable, stubborn yet compassionate. What had started as a marriage of convenience, a strategic contract to salvage his public image and provide her financial security, had morphed into something far more complicated. Against his better judgment, he had fallen for her. Completely. “Ava,” he said finally,
