Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-Wife Is Remarrying

Valeria’s time in her own house was up that day! She was forced to leave either way now, living all her life in the Zarcavier household she never thought such a day would come. Valeria was brought to Brazil after her own family died in a mysterious accident, ever since the old Brazilian business tycoon Zarcavier took her in; his son began to have issues with Valeria. Markos Zarcavier, the eldest grandson and the sole heir to the huge conglomerate had never in his wildest dreams about marrying Valeria. The same girl whom he used to hear crying and wailing to go home, her tantrums and fits, Markos somehow ended up asserting his power on her. “Markos, look I baked a cake for you.” “Not interested in eating your poison.” They never got along but Valeria somehow found comfort in his scolding, sarcastic replies and the way he used to look down on her. Both of them grew together under the same roof like that, Valeria never realised when or how she began to develop feelings for him. Although she could never confess to Markos due to his assertive and intimidating nature. “Markos, why didn’t you come to my graduation?” “Get off me, you filth! How dare you hug me? Ugh! I don’t have time to come to your useless events.” “Why…. why are you saying that? I didn’t mean to offend you.” As they both passed the teenage, old Zarcavier asked about Valeria’s desire to marry Markos, when he placed the proposal of his son while being on the death bed. Since she dearly loved Markos, the woman agreed despite knowing that he never liked her. Nonetheless, the old man seized the opportunity of his power and forced Markos to take Valeria as his wife. “I have married you because of my father, Valeria. But I will never accept you as my wife. I can’t even stand your presence here let alone bearing you my whole life. Our marriage is a contract and I will break it when I get the hold of my rightful shares.” Markos made his intentions clear to her right on the wedding night, despite all those horrible and hurtful words Valeria still hoped for things to turn out good. She diligently played her role as Markos’s wife while caring for the household and everything. Whereas Markos was barely holding up with her and soon the day arrived when he received the shares. Just a few weeks later from Markos’s succession old Zarcavier died, leaving Markos disheartened and Valeria orphaned once again. Not really, since she just used to live with them. Markos was crestfallen and could not bring himself up from the grief of his father. That very night he came home drunk and forced himself over Valeria. “Don’t…don’t do this Markos. You are drunk, please. Please.” Tears crawled down on her cheeks as Markos pushed her on the bed and unzipped his jeans. Valeria had never thought that he would actually force himself onto her, she used to admire him dearly but that very night changed everything. Markos could recall the night he spent with her in bed from the handprints which were glaring over Valeria’s bare skin. He left the room and came back home after 2-3 days when he was done with the paperwork. Valeria had never imagined that he was not even slightest remorseful about whatever he had done. "Here's the prenup! Now we are officially divorced." Markos proudly broke the ice and crossed his arms as the tall man tossed the papers on the desk. Meanwhile Valeria sat silently in front of him, totally unmoved by his actions. It was the day they both were freeing each other by divorcing, the mutual decision of ending the forceful marriage which took place a few months back under the pressure of Markos's late grandfather. The curtains flapped cautiously as the young man spoke, perhaps the air was terrified too upon the upcoming declaration. Ten bodyguards stood around the table with their heads lowered and gaze glued to the marbled floor out of utter sadness. Markos Zarcavier the mouth watering Brazilian tycoon had everything within the snap of his fingers, he dealt all around the globe and was known to be a woman charmer. Markos Zarcavier had everything except the woman who loved him_Valeria Malcolm! "Keep your property and money, I don't want anything from you. You have already wasted a lot of months of my life by marrying me. I will never forget the trauma I have suffered all these months.” Valeria dug the dirt once again, it was all on Markos's part that they both forcefully got married. His grandfather wanted him to settle down immediately, and the potential partner who was proposed was Valeria. She was the daughter of his late family friend and old Zarcavier [Markos's grandfather] took her in, however they had known each other for years. Valeria was the right person to pretend for a few years till the old man died. Although Markos had been aware that she admired him and had been loving him one sided. "Sure! Not like I would regret this or miss you either. You are responsible for whatever happened to you. Nobody told you to put love and faith in me.” Markos waved her goodbye, as Valeria strode out of the office which was now his, along with the established business. He had to marry to attain the wealth and the business, as it was the only demand of his late grandpa. However, Valeria waved him back without turning, the woman took her bags and headed straight towards the exit. Before exiting the house she stood in the ingress and glanced back at the resplendent home where she had spent her teenage years. There was utter grief over her face for leaving the house which she used to call her own. Valeria was elated when Markos proposed to her until she came to know the agreement which was the basis of their marriage. A seemingly loveless marriage which ended that day. As soon as she boarded the vehicle which was now Valeria's property, the woman burst into tears immediately. She felt her heartbeat becoming shallow and it hurt in her chest, the woman had no clue that she would fail so miserably in making Markos fall in love with her. Valeria cast a last look at the villa which was once her home but now seemed an altar of her emotions. 'I wish you would have loved me, Markos. But all you ever wanted to think about is yourself and the wealth.' Valeria was mentally prepared to uproot his thoughts from her mind. However they both had been tricked into a particular misunderstanding by Markos's uncle. They both were a prey to the maliciously infested misunderstanding, and divorced each other without even giving their relationship a shot.