All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Crippled Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Standing at the altar, James glanced at his phone and watched a video. “Where are you going, James? You cannot leave me like this." At the wedding, Valeria Hayden was in a panic. “It is our wedding day, James. What do you think you are doing?” As she grabbed James Moreno's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filled with pleading.The venue was filled with the family and friends of both parties, all seated and waiting. “Why don’t you understand, Val? This isn’t about you.” Just then his phone rang and his ex-fiance Clara called. James ignored Valeria and answered his phone, and then abruptly attempted to leave."Clara knows about our wedding, she’s not happy. Now she's threatening to jump off a building. You are aware of her depression and craziness, aren't you? I have to go save her, Valeria." James explained impatiently and pushed Valeria aside.“Argh!” The push caused Valeria to sprain her ankle, and as she fell to the floor, she awkwardly stretched out her hand, trying to hold

Valeria felt a lingering uneasiness as she saw Mrs. Stella going out of the room. “Why are you not responding, Markos? Do you want to die this painfully and slowly?” She sat stiffly next to Markos and watched his striking features. “Respond to me please. I don’t want to do any of this but your silence is persuading me.” She stretched her hand out and waved it in front of his eyes."What's on your mind, Markos? Why aren’t you putting any effort into waking up?" She asked, but there was no response. Valeria felt a sudden pang of sadness. “Please, wake up. There are plenty of people wishing for your death. But I want you to wake up.” She whispered while caressing his cheek.Her suffering was nothing compared to what he had to go through. "I hope you wake up soon, Markos. If these leeches in your family get their cold sleazy hands on all your money, you won't be able to die in peace." Markos closed his eyes slowly after that.—-------------------------------------------------------The n

Valeria clutched the edge of the wooden doorframe, her knuckles white as she peeked into the room. The faint glow of the evening sun streamed through the large, arched window, casting a golden hue across the spacious chamber. On the bed, Markus sat slumped forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands buried in his hair. His broad shoulders heaved slightly, betraying his frustration and turmoil. Near him stood Mrs. Stella, her elegant silhouette framed by the light. Despite her composed demeanor, there was a visible tension in her posture as she wrung her hands. “I only ever wanted what was best for you, Markus,” Stella said softly, her voice laced with both earnestness and desperation. She moved closer to him, reaching out but stopping just short of placing her hand on his shoulder. Markus lifted his head slightly, his sharp features twisted in a mix of disbelief and anger. “What you did… bringing Valeria here, putting her in the middle of all this—it wasn’t your decision

Once the soup was ready, Greta ladled it into a porcelain bowl and placed it on a tray with a cloth napkin and a slice of warm bread. “There you are, my lady. Perfectly done.”Valeria thanked Greta profusely, lifting the tray carefully and carrying it toward Markus’s room. With every step, her heart beat a little faster, anticipation mingling with a renewed sense of hope.When she reached his door, she hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking softly. “Markus?” she called gently. “It’s me. I… I brought something for you. I am sure you must like it. We didn’t get to talk much yesterday.”There was a pause, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. The door opened, revealing Markus, his expression guarded as he looked down at her.Valeria offered him a tentative smile, holding up the tray. “I made this for you. I thought… maybe you could use something warm.”Markus’s eyes flicked from her face to the tray, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Valeria he

Valeria sat in the plush, sunlit lounge of the manor, the delicate teacup in her hands trembling slightly as she took a sip. Across from her, Mrs. Stella observed her closely, her sharp eyes softened by a rare warmth. The older woman had always carried herself with an air of authority, but in moments like these, she exuded genuine care.“How are you feeling today, Valeria?” Mrs. Stella asked, setting her teacup on the table with an elegant clink.“I’m fine,” Valeria replied with a faint smile, though the tightness in her chest betrayed her. “The treatment has been progressing well. I feel… hopeful.”Mrs. Stella leaned forward, her hands clasped together on her lap. “That’s good to hear. I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but you’ve handled it with grace. I’m proud of you.”Valeria’s smile widened slightly, touched by the unexpected praise. “Thank you, Mrs. Stella. That means a lot.”Before their conversation could continue, Valeria’s phone buzzed on the side table. She glanced at t