All Chapters of The Billionaire's Weakness : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air inside the abandoned textile factory was thick with the acrid scent of oil and dust, mingling with the tension of what was about to unfold. Ava lay motionless on a rusted cot in the far corner of the expansive space, her hands bound tightly behind her back with industrial tape. Her face was pale, her breaths shallow, and her consciousness wavered like a flickering candle. Around her, Brandon’s men moved like predators in their lair, heavily armed and alert, their gruff voices carrying ominously through the dimly lit space.James’s SUV screeched to a halt outside the factory’s perimeter. Rodri, his trusted confidant, stepped out first, scanning the shadows for movement. Behind them, six heavily armed bodyguards filed out silently, their faces grim and determined. James followed, his expression a mask of cold resolve, the only indication of his fear for Ava being the tightening of his fists.Rodri pulled up the blueprints of the factory on a tablet. “Main entrance is too exposed

The quiet of the evening wrapped around James’s penthouse like a cocoon, the city lights twinkling far below the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Ava sat cross-legged on the plush sofa, a mug of chamomile tea cradled in her hands. She had been resting since her discharge, recovering both physically and emotionally from the ordeal at the textile factory. James hovered nearby, sitting stiffly in an armchair, his gaze fixed on the floor.Ava glanced at him, her brow furrowing. He had been unusually distant since she returned to his home—his usual protective presence tinged with something heavier, something she couldn’t quite place. She had tried to break through his guarded silence several times, but James had deftly redirected every conversation.Tonight, however, was different. The tension in the room felt suffocating, and Ava could no longer ignore it.“James,” she said softly, setting the mug down on the coffee table. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting… off.”James exhaled deepl

The midday sun cast its warm glow over James’s sprawling estate, the golden rays glinting off the sleek curves of his brand-new Bugatti Chiron. Its deep blue carbon fiber body shimmered like liquid sapphire under the light, a masterpiece of engineering and design parked in the driveway. James stood beside it, a bucket of soapy water in hand, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows.Ava leaned against the fountain in the center of the compound, watching him with an amused smile. She hadn’t seen James this relaxed in days, his usual intense demeanor replaced with something almost boyish as he meticulously scrubbed the Bugatti’s glossy surface.“You know,” Ava teased, crossing her arms over her chest, “most people would just take their car to a detailing service. You, on the other hand, seem determined to do all the hard work yourself.”James looked up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “When you have a car like this, it deserves a personal touch. Besides,” he added with a s

The warehouse loomed like a shadowed beast in the dying light, its corrugated metal walls soaked in the hues of the setting sun. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of oil and rust, a faint echo of past transactions and broken promises lingering in the vast space. James and Ava had come here prepared for answers, though neither was fully ready for what lay ahead. James walked a few paces ahead, his frame tense and alert. His sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit interior, where pallets and crates formed a labyrinth of potential hiding spots. Beside him, Ava clutched her coat tightly, her breaths uneven as she tried to calm the storm of emotions swirling within her. Brandon’s cryptic words about her mother had been haunting her, and now she was here, hoping—dreading—to face him again. “You don’t have to be here,” James said over his shoulder, his voice a low murmur. “I can handle this alone.” Ava shook her head, her resolve hardening despite the fear coursing through her veins.

Months following the confrontation with Brandon passed in a blur of quiet determination and healing. True to his word, James delved into the mystery of Ava’s mother, using every connection and resource at his disposal to uncover the truth. Though progress was slow, his relentless effort never wavered. For Ava, his unwavering support became an anchor, helping her rebuild her trust in herself and the memories of her mother.Their relationship deepened as they leaned on each other through long nights of reflection, laughter, and whispered dreams of the future. Ava found solace in James’s strength, while James marveled at Ava’s resilience, her ability to find light even after the darkness Brandon had cast over her.The winter chill seeped into every corner of the city that day. A pale sun hung in the sky, offering little warmth as James sat in his study, poring over a stack of documents. The fire crackling in the hearth provided a cozy reprieve from the biting cold outside, but James’s fo