บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Weakness : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The heavy silence of the study was broken only by the faint ticking of a clock mounted on the far wall. James Valquez sat motionless in his chair, the firelight casting flickering shadows across his chiseled features. His mind was a battlefield, the opposing forces of vengeance and love warring for dominance.In front of him sat an untouched glass of amber liquid, its surface reflecting the golden hues of the fire. Beside it, a half-opened dossier detailed the latest intelligence on Brandon Smith’s whereabouts and operations. It was all there—maps, photographs, and the names of his known associates.But James’s gaze was fixed on a single photograph on his desk. It wasn’t part of the dossier but a candid shot of Ava, taken during a rare moment of happiness. She was laughing, her green eyes bright with life, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders. It was a picture of the woman who had somehow burrowed her way into his heart, the woman who had taught him that there was more to life

The dimly lit underground car park smelled of oil and damp concrete, its shadows stretching unnervingly as Rodri leaned casually against a black SUV. He checked his watch, his face a mask of calculated indifference, though beneath it lay an eagerness to see this plan unfold.Brandon’s business associate, Marcus Grayson, a middle-aged man with a sharp suit and a sharper tongue, stepped out of his sleek sports car. His polished shoes clicked against the concrete as he approached Rodri, his eyes scanning the surroundings with mild suspicion.“You called me here, Rodri,” Marcus said coolly, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored jacket. “I trust this is important?”Rodri gave a tight smile, pushing off the car and extending a hand. “Always, Marcus. I wouldn’t waste your time.”Marcus shook his hand briefly before looking around. “Odd place for a meeting. And why so empty?”Rodri shrugged. “Privacy is paramount, don’t you think?”From his vantage point behind the steering wheel of a matte

Two months had passed since the chaos that nearly tore James and Ava apart. In that time, their relationship had transformed into something neither of them could have imagined when they first signed their contract. What had started as a necessity for appearances had blossomed into something genuine, an unspoken bond that strengthened with each passing day.Tonight was a special evening, one James had planned meticulously. He had rented out the entirety of La Maison Privée, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, ensuring they would have the place entirely to themselves. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the private dining room, and the faint strains of a violin played in the background.Ava sat across from James at the elegantly set table, her laughter echoing in the intimate space. She looked radiant, her cheeks flushed with happiness as she recounted a humorous memory from her childhood. James listened intently, a soft smile tugging at his lips.“You’re laughing to

James Valquez’s eyes opened slowly, the room dimly lit by the faint glow of the machines around him. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was steady but faint, a reminder of the fragility of his condition. The sterile air of the hospital room weighed heavily, but his mind wasn’t focused on himself.He inhaled deeply, his chest tightening from the remnants of his earlier attack. For a moment, he allowed himself to think of Ava—her smile, the light in her eyes, the way she had held him together when he felt he was falling apart.He needs her. And he knew it."I’ll tell her tomorrow," James whispered to himself, the resolve in his voice breaking through his fatigue. "She deserves to know."A vague smile appeared beside his lips.He thought of the moments they had shared, the quiet evenings, the laughter, the passion that had surprised them both in a marriage that was never meant to be real. Ava had become his anchor, and he owed her the truth about his health.“I can’t do this anymo

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden shimmer over the tranquil water of the pool at James Valquez’s estate. Yet, the serenity of his surroundings did little to soothe the storm raging within him. James sat on a lounge chair, his hands steepled under his chin, his eyes fixed on the rippling water, though his mind was far from the present moment.His thoughts spiraled into memories of Ava. Her voice. Her words. Her laughter. And, most importantly, the stories she had shared with him during their private moments.James leaned back, closing his eyes, letting the memories wash over him.His mind roamed to where he thought he was forgetting to check. Then suddenly, it hit him.He recalled a quiet afternoon when they’d sat together on the couch, Ava resting her head on his shoulder. They had been talking about life, their fears, and their pasts.“Sometimes, I wonder if running was the right choice,” Ava had whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.“You didn’t have a choice,” Jame