All Chapters of The Billionaire's Weakness : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven — Jealousy or insecurity?

AVA'S POV The ride back home was quite gloomy as James kept his gaze away from mine. Looking over to where he sat, I outlined his perfect jawline with my eyes as his brown hazel nut eyes portrayed tiredness and maturity. I looked at him again admiring his facial features. “Snap out of it.” I told myself. Maybe he was hiding something. I allowed my iniquity to take advantage of me. “Why are you not driving today?” I asked from where I sat. “Why can’t you not be quiet?” He retorted instantly. “You haven’t answered my question.” I fired back. “You know, you’re still someone I can’t actually comprehend and understand.” James spoke, without looking at my direction. “Isn’t that why you fell for me?” I asked, seriously. “Is that the lie you keep telling yourself?” James replied, as he held my gaze with frugality and carelessness. “Let me guess…I'm an excuse you want to use to get back—" “Jada? Is this what this is all about?” James asked with no hint of surprise vis

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Chapter Twelve — The dream of realization

The penthouse was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled hum of the city far below. Ava Valquez lay in bed, her body restless despite the luxurious cocoon of silk sheets and downy pillows. The room, bathed in soft moonlight, exuded opulence, but none of it mattered. Not the sprawling skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, nor the marble accents and bespoke furniture meticulously curated to project the power of her husband, James Valquez. Ever since she married James Valquez, sleep had become a battle Ava rarely won. Every night, she sank into unconsciousness only to be dragged into the same haunting dream—a vivid, agonizing reminder of the mother who had vanished five years ago, leaving her behind. Tonight was no different. ************************************************************************************* In her dream, Ava was back in her childhood home. The stunning five storey bedroom, fully detached mansion built by Mr. Affleck Johnson. T

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Chapter Thirteen— The test of a new heir

The private clinic stood tucked away in the heart of Manhattan, a sleek, modern building shielded from prying eyes by towering oaks and a wrought-iron gate. James Valquez walked through the marble foyer, his polished leather shoes clicking against the pristine floor. He was met with the subtle scent of antiseptic and the muted tones of classical music playing from invisible speakers. The environment was carefully curated—calm, sterile, and unthreatening, much like the man he was about to meet. Dr. Alexander Howard was more than a physician; he was a confidant, a reluctant therapist, and perhaps the only person in the world who truly knew the weight of James Valquez’s burdens. “Mr. Valquez,” Dr. Howard greeted him as he entered the office. He rose from behind his desk, extending a hand. “Punctual as ever.” James shook the offered hand briefly, his expression impassive. He wasn’t a man to waste time on pleasantries. “Howard,” he said curtly, lowering himself into the leather cha

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Chapter Fourteen — The impatient billionaire

James Valquez stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, his hands buried in the pockets of his tailored black suit. The city sprawled beneath him, shimmering with artificial light and relentless motion, a constant reminder of the power he wielded—or, tonight, the power he was being denied. The call had come hours ago, but the weight of it lingered in his chest like a stone. Archway Holdings, the crown jewel of the business world, had slipped through his fingers. Not because his offer wasn’t high enough. Not because his negotiation skills had faltered. But because the board deemed him “an unstable candidate.” No heir. No legacy. No continuity. The words echoed in his mind, each one as grating as the next. For once, James Valquez—the man who could buy nations and shatter empires with a signature—had been told no. His jaw tightened, the cold fury he felt barely contained. He hadn’t built his empire from the ground up to let something as archaic as family va

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Chapter Fifteen — Apology to the queen

The morning light filtered through the tall glass windows of the Valquez estate, throwing long shadows across the marbled floor. The penthouse was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the city below. Silence wasn’t unusual in James Valquez’s world—it was the absence of chaos that often gave him solace. But today, that silence held a tension so sharp it could slice through glass. James sat at the dining table, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed on the steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a tailored gray suit and a crisp white shirt. His appearance gave nothing away, but his clenched jaw betrayed his inner turmoil. Ava Affleck, his contract wife, stood a few feet away, leaning against the counter. She was dressed casually in loose jeans and an oversized sweater, her arms crossed over her chest. Her honey-blonde hair was unkempt, and her face carried the remnants of a sleepless night. The air between them was heavy, charged with uns

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Chapter Sixteen — A spark of Love

JAMES POV I sat across the big TV screen in my massive living room watching the newscaster lament in the economy of our small town. A figure walked through the kitchen as the fridge was opened. “Good morning.” The figure said. I turning back slowly to re-acknowledge her presence. “Morning Ava.” I muttered, without removing my eyes from the screen. “How was your night?” She attempted to start a conversation, regardless of yesterday’s occurrence. “Same as any other day.” I replied, quite quickly. “Sorry for asking.” Ava simply said. I paused briefly to reflect on my response. I picked up the TV remote subtly, knowing that I don’t care about Ava’s feelings. I abruptly switched the Television station to Super Sport HD TV. I abruptly picked up my phone as phone chimed to the text I just received. Flagging my messages into archived, Ava suddenly appeared beside me as if chased by a ghost from the kitchen. Her gaze remained locked into the TV screen. “I didn’t kno

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Chapter Seventeen — A meal of Love

AVA’S POV I stood in the center of the expansive kitchen, my arms crossed and my lips pursed in determination. The room was immaculate—almost too immaculate. The polished marble countertops gleamed under the warm glow of recessed lights, and every utensil was in its rightful place. It was the kind of kitchen that was frequently used by James maids, yet, seemed as if it had remained untouched for as long as I’ve been in this contract marriage with James Valquez. Tonight, that was about to change. James leaned against the doorway, arms folded, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His sharp features were alight with curiosity as he watched me move about the kitchen with an energy he hadn’t expected. “You know,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the soft hum of the refrigerator, “I’m pretty sure you’ve never even boiled water in your life. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I shot him a glare over my shoulder, my eyes glittering with defiance. “I know what I’m doing

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Chapter Eighteen — Not the Same argument, Again!

James Valquez never faltered. Whether in business, negotiations, or personal matters, he was a man of decisions—final, sharp, and absolute. So, when the idea of an heir entered his calculated mind, it wasn’t a question of if but how. Marriage had never been his goal. Partnerships were for convenience, deals sealed with unshakable contracts rather than vows. Ava Valley had been no exception. She had become Mrs. Valquez not out of love but necessity. Her beauty was undeniable, her intelligence sufficient, but more importantly, she fit his criteria. Above all, she had agreed. And now, seated beside him in his sleek black Aston Martin as the city skyline blurred past, Ava remained silent, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes,” James said, his tone clipped, his eyes fixed on the road. Ava turned her head slightly, her profile catching the faint morning light streaming through the tinted windows. “You could have at least told me in advance.” J

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Chapter Nineteen — The estate surveyor

AVA'S POV I sat cross-legged on the edge of the balcony, my eyes closed, my breathing steady as the pale rays of dawn kissed my skin. The delicate hum of the city’s morning buzz was a soothing backdrop to my meditation. This was my sanctuary, the one time of day I could steal for myself, a moment untouched by the constraints of my cold, calculated marriage to James Valquez. My hands rested lightly on my knees, my mind focused on the mantra she had been repeating in her head since sunrise. Inhale. Exhale. Balance. The slam of a door shattered the peace like a rock through glass. My serene expression faltered, my eyes snapping open as heavy, purposeful footsteps advanced toward my direction. I know didn’t need to look to know who it was. James always moved with an air of domination, his presence a force that demanded attention. “Ava,” his voice was deep, clipped, and cold. It was the voice of a man who didn’t ask; he commanded. I turned my head slightly, taking in the si

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Chapter Twenty — The Manipulative dinner

The morning sun blazed high in the sky, glaring through the tinted windows of James Valquez’s black Bentley as it slid through the streets. The city roared on around them—blaring horns, bustling markets, and the steady hum of life pulsating through every alley. But inside the car, silence reigned, thick and oppressive, except for the faint sound of Ava’s shallow breathing. She sat beside him, straight-backed and poised, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her auburn hair was swept up into a practical bun, though strands had slipped loose during the hours they had spent at the estate property. James’s eyes flicked toward her, noting the faint crease of fatigue at the corners of her eyes. She was trying to hide her exhaustion, of course—Ava would never admit that the morning had drained her. She had worked just as hard as he had, surveying the land, asking sharp, thoughtful questions to the appraisers, and catching details even his team had overlooked. She’d impressed him. Again.

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