All Chapters of The Billionaire's Weakness : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JAMES'S POV I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, glazing out at the Simville skyline. The city’s vibrant energy seemed to mock me, a striking contrast to the blunt news I’d just received. “Two years, Mr. Valquez.” My doctor had said, his voice laced with empathy. ”That’s the best estimate for your condition.” The words echoed in my mind like a death sentence. My thoughts shifted to Atlas incorporation, the company I had built from scratch. Who would inherit it? My sister Emma, was incapable of managing the companies complexities. I needed a spouse. Not just anyone, but someone who could provide a healthy, intelligent and capable heir. I turned to face my trusted advisor, Rodri who stood by the door. “Find me a wife, Rodri. Someone suitable.” His expression remained neutral, but I detected a hint of surprise. “Sir, I’ll arrange for a discreet search. However, may I remind you that finding someone who meets your requirements won’t be easy.”

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

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—"

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 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