All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Crippled Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The grand hallway was silent, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the tall windows. Valeria stood near the corner, her delicate hands clutching the edge of a decorative column as she watched Lars support Markus down the corridor. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of her husband. His steps were unsteady, his head drooping as if the weight of the world—or perhaps the liquor—was too much to bear.Lars had one of Markus’s arms slung over his broad shoulder, his other hand gripping his waist to keep him upright. The bodyguard’s expression was neutral, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes as he guided Markus carefully toward the room.Valeria’s heart clenched at the sight. She wanted to step forward, to help, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the memory of Markus’s harsh words or the fear of rejection that held her back. Instead, she watched silently, her fingers digging into the smooth marble of the column for support.

Markus scoffed, setting his glass down with a loud clink. “Home?” He let out a humorless laugh. “That place hasn’t felt like home in a long time. Everyone is wearing a facade, a mask of empathy.” The woman beside him smirked, her fingers trailing lightly down Markus’s arm. “Oh, let the man have some fun,” she purred, her voice smooth and coaxing. “He deserves a break, doesn’t he?”Lars’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. “Your health and your responsibilities, sir, are more important than this… diversion.”Markus’s glare shifted to Lars, his lips curling into a sneer. “Responsibilities?” he repeated mockingly. “Is that what she told you? That I’m shirking my duties?” He shook his head, downing the rest of his drink in one go.Lars held his ground, his patience thinning. “No, sir. But it’s my duty to ensure your safety and to inform you that your actions have consequences. Especially for those waiting for you at home.”Markus stared at him for a long moment, his jaw ti

Valeria stiffened slightly at the mention of the child, the words carrying both pride and weight. “While I’m away, I need you to take care of yourself—and this baby,” Mrs. Stella continued, her voice unwavering. “This family may have its challenges, but the child you’re carrying is a blessing, Valeria. You must remember that.”Valeria nodded, her throat tightening. She appreciated Mrs. Stella’s words, but they only served as a reminder of the complexities she faced. “I’ll do my best,” she said quietly, her hands resting protectively over her stomach.Mrs. Stella gave a small nod of approval, her sharp eyes softening as she stood. “Good. I trust you’ll handle everything here with grace. If you need anything, you can reach me, though I expect Markus will step up and be more present while I’m gone.”Valeria looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line. She wasn’t sure how much faith she had in Markus stepping up, but she didn’t voice her doubts.Mrs. Stella leaned down, her expression

Valeria sat in Markus's study while staring blankly, her hands trembling as she clutched the divorce papers. Her heart felt heavy, but her expression was calm and composed. This time, she wasn’t going to let him dictate everything.Markus leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her with his usual air of indifference. “Well? Have you made up your mind?” he asked coolly, his gaze fixed on her as though he was scrutinizing her every move.She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’ll sign the papers.” Markus raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden agreement. “That’s refreshing,” he said with a sarcastic smirk. “But I’m guessing there’s a condition?”Valeria stepped forward and placed the papers on the desk. “I want the house on Eastwood Hill,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “And ten million dollars. That’s my price for signing these else i am not going to.”The room fell silent for a moment. Markus stared at her, his

Valeria stirred as the shrill ringing of her phone broke through the quiet stillness of the early morning. She blinked against the soft light filtering through the curtains, her mind still hazy from sleep.“Who could be calling me in the early morning?” Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she answered groggily. “Hello…?” A deep, cold voice came through the line, instantly jolting her awake.“Where are you?” Markus’s tone was sharp, impatient. Valeria sat up in bed, rubbing her temple. Her heart sank. Of course, he wasn’t calling to ask about her well-being. He wasn’t concerned about her sudden absence from the manor. He just wanted to finalize their separation. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.“I want to send the divorce papers,” Markus replied, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “It’s time to end this farce. Where are you? Tell me fast.” Valeria clenched her fingers around the blanket, steadying herself. The pain in her chest was familiar now