All Chapters of The Billionaire's Weakness : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Valquez family mansion loomed ahead, an elegant reminder of a legacy forged through decades of relentless ambition. Its sprawling gardens, pristine white columns, and ornate iron gates stood as a testament to the life James Valquez had been groomed to uphold—a life that now felt like a gilded cage.James parked his sleek black Mercedes Benz GLE in the curved driveway, taking a moment to collect himself. His fingers tapped idly on the steering wheel as he stared at the front entrance, the weight of his secret pressing harder on his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mother—Sarah Affleck was a woman of grace and warmth, the anchor of the family since his father’s untimely death. But today, his visit was a calculated escape, a bid to avoid the suffocating demands of Ava and Emma.“Alright, Valquez,” he muttered to himself, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored blazer. “Let’s make it count.”He grabbed the bouquet of white lilies from the passenger seat—a small gesture, bu

The streets of the city glimmered with holiday lights, every tree and lamppost dressed in sparkling décor. The crisp December air carried the scent of pine and roasted chestnuts, adding to the festive mood. James Valquez and Ava Affleck sat in the back of their sleek town car, the tension between them as sharp as the cold outside. Neither had spoken much since leaving the house, and the hum of the car engine filled the silence. The End-of-Year Elite Ice Skating Rink Fundraiser was one of the most exclusive events of the season, attended by the city’s wealthiest and most influential. For James, it was another networking opportunity—a chance to secure new business connections and reinforce his standing among the elite. For Ava, it was an obligation, a duty she performed as James’s partner and, for tonight, his carefully poised ally. She adjusted her shimmering silver gown, its sequins catching the faint light from the passing streetlamps. James, dressed in a tailored black suit wit

The storm outside mirrored James Valquez’s state of mind. Thick, swirling clouds painted the evening sky a deep gray, while rain lashed against the sleek black town car pulling up to an inconspicuous building in the heart of New York City. The structure didn’t bear the gaudy lights or flamboyant signs of its neighbors; it was a picture of discretion, nestled between two towering skyscrapers. James stepped out of the car, his tailored coat shielding him from the elements, and adjusted the cufflinks on his shirt. His striking features, chiseled jawline, and cold steel-blue eyes were often the subject of envy and speculation in high society. Yet tonight, there was a shadow in his gaze, a burden that seemed to weigh on his otherwise unyielding shoulders. He strode into the building, where a receptionist behind a polished desk greeted him with a respectful nod. She didn’t need to ask for his name—few people required appointments at this hour, and even fewer carried the presence of James V

AVA'S POV I stood gracefully at the back of the ambulance, my hair plastered to my forehead, my uniform slightly damp from the sweat and chaos of my twelve-hour shift. The smell of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood clung to me as I handed off a patient to the emergency room staff. "Good work today, Affleck," My partner, Mark, said as we walked back to the vehicle. "Rough shift, but we made it." "Just another day saving lives," I replied with a tired smile, though my voice betrayed my exhaustion. My phone buzzed in my pocket, cutting through the din of the hospital parking lot. I glanced at the screen and froze. James Valquez. I answered the call hesitantly. "James?" "Ava," his deep, composed voice came through, smoother than the finest silk. "Are you free after your shift?" I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "I just finished. Why?" "I want to take you out tonight," he said, his tone so casual it felt almost surreal. "Take me out? Like..

James Valquez woke to the soft glow of morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. For the first time in what felt like weeks, his chest wasn’t tight, and the stabbing pain that had gripped him during the night had subsided. The relief was palpable, and he allowed himself a rare moment of stillness, letting the quiet calm wash over him. But James Valquez wasn’t a man who lingered. The responsibilities of his world never truly paused, not even for health scares. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet landing on the plush carpet. After a quick shower and change into one of his usual impeccably tailored weekend suits, he was ready to resume control of his life. Or so he thought. In his study, James picked up his phone, scrolling through emails and text messages. His mind was already on the pending $450 million Zenith Innovations contract—a deal that could further solidify Atlas Incorporation’s dominance in the tech industry. Without hesitation, he dialed the