Chapter Five

Ava’s POV

“Ava! Are you sure that’s her name? Ava!?

Hello?!”

I abruptly jolted back to reality as I noticed my assigned nurse standing beside a middle aged man, probably on his forties, holding an expensive-looking briefcase.”Ava, here’s Mr. Patrick, James lawyer.” The nurse explained.

“Good morning, my name’s Mr. Patrick bob, and I’m here to—”

“Issue the contracts addendum and contract clause? Yeah, already aware. Hurry with the document let me sign. I’m honestly not in the mood to argue, negotiate or listen to some terms and conditions.” I blankly said, reacting with emotions in relation to my past.

The lawyer and nurse Rachel looked at me in astonishment, the shock more on the lawyer’s face. “ Okay… I guess you’re already familiar with the contract term and the obligations you—”

“Contract. Now. I’m the contract partner, not you. Don’t delay me, Mr. Patrick.” I said, with no hint of humor.

“Sorry my apologies, Here’s the contract clause assigned to you, Mrs.…” he said, pulling out piles of paper.

“Ava. Ava Affleck.” I said, snatching the paper from his hand as I pulled the pen over from the patient drawer. “Sorry for my manners. Having a bad day.” I muttered quite audibly, as I handed over the signed document to him.

“No problem Ava. You’re a client to me. You’re right actually, I was supposed to know your biological details but I was specifically asked not do interference in your matters instead, focus on creating a meticulous and complex write-up .” He Said with a productive smile.

“Now that you’ve signed, can we go to your new home, Mrs. James?” He asked.

“Mrs. James??”

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As James pickup cars wound up the driveway, I couldn’t help but gasp at the breathtaking villa unfolding before me. The Valquez Estate's grandeur was awe-inspiring – lush greenery, sparkling fountains, and a majestic mansion that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Welcome to your new home, Mrs. James,” the chauffeur, Jamal, said with a warm smile as he opened the door.

My stomach fluttered. This was it. I was really doing this.

Stepping out of the car, My eyes widened as I took in the mansion’s view. Towering columns, intricate stonework, and expansive windows gleamed in the sunlight.

James Valquez, my soon-to-be husband, stood at the top of the stairs, watching my arrival. His gaze was intense, his expression unreadable.

My nerves danced. What have I gotten myself into?

As I ascended the stairs, James offered his hand.

“Welcome, Emma,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

My skin tingled at his touch.

The interior of the mansion was just as stunning – marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and exquisite artwork adorning the walls.

James led me to the garden, where a beautiful wedding arch awaited.

The ceremony was intimate, with only a handful of guests in attendance. I recognized a woman who stood beside most of the time, holding my hands and asking me questions from time to time as James’s mother, as her striking resemblance with James was very detailed. I also recognized James’s lawyer, Mr. Patrick, but not the few business associates of his.

As the officiant began the vows, my mind wandered. What lay ahead? Would I be able to keep up this charade despite Brandon search?

James’s voice brought me back to reality.

“I promise to provide for you, support you, and protect you for the next two years,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I repeated my vows, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest.

With the exchange of rings, we were pronounced husband and wife.

James mother cried with joy, smiling through her faultless tears.

I couldn’t help but to wonder where Mom is, whether is smiling or crying as we speak.

“You may kiss the Bride..”

“What?”

James’s lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes remained aloof, but his mouth ignited flames within me. My pulse raced as his cold, calculated kiss unexpectedly sparked desire. I abruptly melted into him, seeking warmth. James expression remained neutral, but his grip on me tightened, betraying his character and his hidden emotions.

His reactions were neutral, but I felt a spark of electricity within me as I wondered how James could be emotionless after a kiss.

“He’s really dead emotionally..” I muttered to myself.

As we turned to face our guests, My gaze met James’s. For a fleeting moment, I saw something there – a glimmer of warmth, perhaps?

But it vanished, replaced by his signature cool demeanor.

The reception was a whirlwind of champagne toasts, congratulatory speeches, and polite small talk.

I played my role, smiling and laughing alongside James.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the garden in a warm glow, I started to feel a pang of unease.

This was just the beginning.

Two years of marriage, of pretending.

But what secrets lay hidden behind James’s polished façade? And what would happen when our contract expired?

As the night drew to a close, He took me by my hand.

“Shall we retire to our quarters, wife?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

My heart skipped a beat.