AVA'S POV
I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the steady beep of machines monitoring my vital signs. My mind raced with thoughts of James Valquez's proposal. Marry him for two years, and he’d cover my medical expenses. Refuse, and he’d cut me off, leaving me drowning in debt. My gaze drifted to the stack of receipts of the hospital bills, paid by James, on my bedside table. My financial struggles were no secret, but how did James know? I recalled my previous conversation with him: “You owe me, Ava. Your medical bills are substantial. Refuse, and I’ll cut your treatment. I’ll make sure you struggle financially for the rest of your life.” “I know about your debt, Ava,” James had added, his voice low and menacing. “I know about your struggling paramedic job. You need me.” My skin crawled. How did he dig up such personal information? I thought back to our first meeting. James had seemed charming, but now i saw him for what he truly was – a ruthless, seeming wealthy man who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted. But what did he want from me? Why two years? And what would happen after our contract expired? My thoughts swirled, my head pounding. The door creaked open, and a nurse entered with a warm smile.“Hey, Ava. How’s our patient doing today?” I forced a weak smile. “I’m confused.” The nurse’s expression turned sympathetic. “About Mr. Valquez’s offer?” My eyes widened. “How did you know?” The nurse hesitated before speaking in a hushed tone. “Mr. Valquez’s people have been calling, asking about your condition. He’s persistent.” My uneasiness grew. “What does he want from me?” The nurse’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t know, but be careful, Ava. Men like James Valquez don’t give offers out of kindness.” I nodded, my mind racing. I thought about paramedic recuse job, struggling to stay afloat. I thought about my personal debts, piling up everyday, very fast without support from Brandon. That crazy drunkard. Suddenly, the thought of James’s proposal resurfaced my mind. Two years of security, of financial freedom. But at what cost? My independence? My dignity? As the nurse left, I made a decision. I would accept James offer. Not because I want to, but because I had to. The weight of my debt crushed me, and James’s proposal seemed like the only escape. I turned my head to face the ceiling, vowing to myself: I would not be trapped and I would not be controlled. I would play his game, but on my own terms. Brandon has already exposed me to the cruelty of men. If only he told me where my Mother was. For two years, I would wear the mask of a dutiful wife. But beneath the surface, i would my plan my escape. And when the contract expired, I would walk away. Free. With no financial burden. And ready to rebuild my life, debt-free. My determination hardened. I would sign James’s contract, but I would never surrender. Brandon ruthless quote suddenly appeared in my mind, Ringing true for the first time in my head. “Weak people never make their own choices Ava. We make it for them.” A light shiver went down through my spine, recalling his cold statement. I resolved not be weak again. Not for love, not for anything. The door opened again. James stood in the doorway, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Ava, I see you’ve made your decision.” My voice surprisingly became steady. “I accept your proposal, James.” My eyes flashed with empathy as James’s smile spread across his perfect jawline. “I knew you’d see things my way.” My eyes flashed with defiance. “Don’t think you’ve won, James. This is just the beginning.” James’s gaze narrowed, but his smile remained. “We’ll see about that, Ava.” The contract lay on the bedside table, waiting to be signed. My heart sank, but my resolve remained firm. I would play James's game. And I would emerge victorious. I picked up the suspended pen on the table. I scribbled away my signature on the allocated contract. His eyes glinted with unknown satisfaction. My uneasiness grew as James’s gaze lingered on me, his brown eyes seeming to bore into my soul. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. I closed the contract document hopefully. I turned to James, which was suddenly on a phone call. “End the search, Rodri. I’ve found a suitable wife already.” He Said, wincing at my direction. I looked at him from the bed I laid. Something about him doesn’t speak honesty. “Excellent choice, Ava,” James said, his voice low and smooth. “I’ll have my lawyer draft the contract clause and addendum today. We’ll finalize the details tomorrow.” I nodded, trying to hide my fears and doubts. Tomorrow seemed too soon, but I knew I had no choice. As James turned to leave, I called out, “James?” He paused, looking over his shoulder. “How did you….find out about my financial situation?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. James’s smile was confident. “Let’s say I have my ways, Ava. You’d be surprised what information is available to someone with the right resources.” I felt a chill run down my spine. How far had he dug? What else did he know? James’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Don’t worry, Ava. Your secrets are safe with me. For now.” With that, he walked out, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d just made a deal with the devil himself. The nurse abruptly re-entered the room as if waiting for James to leave. “Do you care for some fruits? We’ll have the patient care managers get them for you.” She said, humbly. “You administer fruits in your hospital?” “Not at all. No Health care facility is allowed to do that. We’ll get them outside the hospital, across the street, all by the orders of Mr. James.” She replied. “Tell me, is it a crime to save a kid’s life?” I Said to no one in particular. “What?” “Nothing. I’ll call when I’m ready to eat.” She politely nodded and left. I was once again left with my thoughts. I started to wonder how far this man could get, just to get his personal desires. My mind roamed back to Brandon, the scene I caused before leaving the house. I sympathetically smiled inwardly. Brandon wouldn’t approve another man wedding his so called girlfriend.AVA'S POV I rolled my eyes around the ward as I woke up to the sound of soft rustling of the white sheets, tangled around my legs. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, a reminder of the accident that I had endured and the decision that had led to this moment. James. Mr. Follow-My-Desires. I rolled my eyes as thoughts of his dominating aura resurfaced through my mind. Although I’ve fully recovered, my mind raced as my thoughts tangled in series of doubts and decisions that had been unknowingly made for me. Yesterday, I had agreed to marry James Valquez, the cold hearted billionaire who had offered me an escape from a life of debt and uncertainty. Despite his cold and agonizing presence, his facial appearance, encompassed with dark brown eyes, a slim-built but perfect shape nose and rosy pink lips, makes his aura more majestic and dominating. Reminded of this, I briefly thought about Brandon, his whereabouts-If he’s still alive. A strange wave of reality en
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 sa
JAMES'S POV "Shall we retire to our quarters wife?" I asked, calmly. I watched as her expression changed as she yanked her hand off my grip. "Our!? What makes you think I'll sleep in the same room as you?" She scowled. "Page sixteen, sub-section four. You agreed to sleep in the same place and your approval of your intimacy was given." I started, noticing the unawareness in her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't read that contact; because...." I started, motioning closer to where she sat. "How else am I going to ease my stress after a long day?" I said, whispering into her left ear as her eyes glittered. "Get of me..." she said, pushing me aggressively. I abruptly reach for her neck. Holding it firmly, I pulled her closer to me. "You don't get to disobey me. You have no idea what I can do to harm you." I said, tightening my grip on her neck. "You're not the first to tell me that also, you're too late, I don't care." She replied, in a series of gasp. "James, we have a—"
AVA'S POV “Avaaaaaaa!!” I heard distance away. “Avaaaaaaa!!” The commanding call cried out again. “What does he want from me this time?” I said, dropping the paramedic uniform I was ironing, in the exquisite and well furnished laundry room. Stepping out of the alley was an angry looking Man, staring hard at me. “Good morning," James voiced, emotionlessly. “Morning to you, also.” I replied. “Where’s my breakfast?” He snapped, his tone impatient. “And why hasn’t clementine been fed or groomed? It’s shouldn’t be the maids to do those works, now that I have you as a wife.” I adjusted my bracelets readily in chaos, while crossing my arm.”First of all, I’m not your personal chef or nanny. Secondly, if you care so much about your pet or animal, perhaps you should feed it by your self, instead of barking orders at me like a tyrant.” I froze, watching his expression turn sour. “Excuse you? But I can’t do that. Why do you think I have over Sixty maids in this mansion?” “
JAMES'S POV The rain pelted down relentlessly, turning the city streets into glistening rivers under the harsh glare of the streetlights. A familiar figure shivered in the distance, pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. It was futile; the rain had already soaked her to the skin. The drenched figure glanced down the empty road, hoping for some sign of humanity. I observed her reaction as the low, familiar rumble of my Lamborghini Urus SUV approaching from behind. I approach her as my car decreased it’s acceleration. I watched as she turned back, her eyes portraying a glimpse of hope and dread. She turned as my luxury vehicle rolled closer, its headlights cutting through the rain like a blade. The car slowed to a crawl as it approached her, teasing her with the possibility of salvation. I sat inside with a cool detachment, the evening light portraying my facial features illuminated by the dashboard's glow. The warmth of the car’s interior was almost palpable, a stark c
The billionaire’s arrival was met with a mixture of curiosity and awe as he strode into the bustling hospital. His tailored suit and confident demeanor commanded attention, and the staff couldn’t help but stare. Dr. Ava Affleck, however, was oblivious to the commotion. She was too focused on her work, intently studying the patient's chart in front of her. “Ava,” a soft voice called out, “You have a visitor.” Ava looked up to see her colleague, Dr. Lee, hovering in the doorway. “Who is it?” Ava asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. She was in the middle of a critical case and didn’t have time for distractions. Dr. Lee hesitated before responding, “It’s your husband.” Ava’s eyes narrowed, her grip on the chart tightening. She hadn’t expected James to show up here, especially not in the middle of her shift. They had an arrangement, a contract marriage that benefited them both. James needed a respectable wife to accompany him to high-society events, and Ava needed
The rain poured mercilessly, drumming against the windshield of James Valquez’s Rolls-Royce as he navigated the near-empty streets. He drove with his usual precision, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the settings on the console to drown out the storm with a classical symphony. To James, the rain was just another inconvenience—something to endure and move past, much like most people in his life. As he turned onto a dimly lit street, his sharp eyes caught sight of a figure trudging along the sidewalk, head bowed against the downpour. Even from the distance, he recognized her—Ava Affleck, his contract wife, soaked to the skin in her paramedic uniform. Her job, though noble, was a point of irritation for James. To him, it was unnecessary—a stubborn insistence on maintaining independence when she had already signed her life into his control. Slowing the car, he rolled down the passenger-side window, letting in the sound of the storm. Ava glanced up, her soaked hair plastered
AVA'S POV The ride back home was quite gloomy as James kept his gaze away from mine. Looking over to where he sat, I outlined his perfect jawline with my eyes as his brown hazel nut eyes portrayed tiredness and maturity. I looked at him again admiring his facial features. “Snap out of it.” I told myself. Maybe he was hiding something. I allowed my iniquity to take advantage of me. “Why are you not driving today?” I asked from where I sat. “Why can’t you not be quiet?” He retorted instantly. “You haven’t answered my question.” I fired back. “You know, you’re still someone I can’t actually comprehend and understand.” James spoke, without looking at my direction. “Isn’t that why you fell for me?” I asked, seriously. “Is that the lie you keep telling yourself?” James replied, as he held my gaze with frugality and carelessness. “Let me guess…I'm an excuse you want to use to get back—" “Jada? Is this what this is all about?” James asked with no hint of surprise vis
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
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 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
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 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 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
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
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 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,