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* 1st * Chapter 195
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2026-01-27 01:08:35Because the shoot had wrapped ahead of schedule, by the time the mother and son returned to the mansion the sun had yet to sink below the horizon. The sky burned with shades of amber and crimson, bathing the ancient stone structure in firelight and accentuating its solemn, time-worn grandeur.
The moment they entered, Marcello ran straight to the window, climbing onto the window seat and pressing his hands against the glass, gazing out at the sprawling grounds below.
“It’s so beautiful,” he sighed, eyes shining. “I wonder if Uncle Vanderbilt is around. I really want to go horse riding.”
“Aren’t you tired after running about all day?” Ava replied, setting her backpack down on the sofa. Her tone was casual, but she still watched him carefully before turning toward the washroom.
She switched on the tap and washed her hands, the familiar sound of running water calming her slightly. Reaching for a paper towel, her
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On the second floor, in the quiet of the guest bedroom, Ava stood alone on the balcony, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Beyond the stone balustrade, the evening sky burned in layers of rose, amber, and violet, the clouds lit from beneath as the sun sank slowly out of sight.She stared at it without really seeing it.Fate.She loathed that word.Fate had taken her mother far too early and replaced her with Araminta—cold, calculating, and cruel beneath a veneer of civility. Fate had pressed her family to the brink of ruin and left her powerless enough to accept terms she should never have had to consider.If he had not been him—If she had not been her—If Alexander Vanderbilt had not been the all-powerful heir to a merciless dynasty, and if she had not been a woman with nothing left to bargain but herself… then none of it would have happened. She would never have agreed to those nights. Never have allowed herself to be cornered into submission simply to save her father from R
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The coachman had already been informed. Two horses stood saddled outside the stable, reins neatly looped, their coats gleaming in the late-afternoon light.Alexander stepped forward first. He bent slightly, steady hands lifting Marcello up onto the saddle with practised ease. Once the little one was settled, he swung up behind him in one smooth motion, his movements fluid and decisive.Ava mounted the second horse without hesitation.The way she placed her foot, adjusted the stirrup, and straightened her posture told Alexander everything—this was not a novice. A faint, knowing curve touched his lips as he gathered the reins, one arm instinctively circling Marcello to secure him while his heels nudged the horse’s flanks.“Cello,” he said calmly, voice low and steady, “sit tight.”The black horse moved forward at a measured pace. Ava followed alongside, her own mount responding lightly to her guidance.Marcello reached down, fingers brushing the glossy black mane beneath him. “Does he h
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 195
Because the shoot had wrapped ahead of schedule, by the time the mother and son returned to the mansion the sun had yet to sink below the horizon. The sky burned with shades of amber and crimson, bathing the ancient stone structure in firelight and accentuating its solemn, time-worn grandeur.The moment they entered, Marcello ran straight to the window, climbing onto the window seat and pressing his hands against the glass, gazing out at the sprawling grounds below.“It’s so beautiful,” he sighed, eyes shining. “I wonder if Uncle Vanderbilt is around. I really want to go horse riding.”“Aren’t you tired after running about all day?” Ava replied, setting her backpack down on the sofa. Her tone was casual, but she still watched him carefully before turning toward the washroom.She switched on the tap and washed her hands, the familiar sound of running water calming her slightly. Reaching for a paper towel, her
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After a long stretch of silence, Finn finally returned.“Sir,” he said carefully, his voice low, “there really isn’t any.”Alexander turned.He studied Finn for a moment—long enough for the assistant to feel the weight of that gaze settle on his shoulders—before Alexander suddenly stepped forward and pushed past him.He reached for the pillow Marcello had slept on.Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it.The white pillowcase was immaculate.No stray strands. No loose fibres. Not even the faintest shadow of a hair caught in the weave.Alexander’s jaw tightened.Impossible.A child slept there. A woman with long hair had tucked him in, sat beside him, perhaps even leaned down to kiss his forehead. Hair shed was inevitable. Biology alone guaranteed it.Unless—“Has the room already been cleaned?” Alexander asked sharply.Finn shook his head at once. “Impossible. I personally instructed the staff not
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The entire fourth floor had been knocked through and remodelled into Alexander’s private workroom and study.On the western wall stood an ebony bookshelf, its shelves lined with books arranged with almost obsessive precision—finance, architecture, design, history. Everything stood in quiet order. The eastern side of the room was his workspace: film reels stacked neatly, architectural models displayed under soft lighting, fabric swatches draped with deliberate care. Nothing here was accidental. Nothing was out of place.Alexander crossed the room, selected a vinyl record from the shelf, and placed it onto the turntable.With a soft click, the needle dropped.Music spilled into the air—slow, languid, a mulberry jazz tune sung by a woman with a husky, unhurried voice. The melody curled lazily around the room, unbothered by time.Alexander leaned back against the workbench, arms folded loosely across his chest, eyes lowered as he waited.Minutes passed.Then—Footsteps.His blue eyes narr
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In front of the stables, the air carried the clean, earthy scent of hay and warm sunlight.Marcello stood a little too close, eyes bright with excitement, watching as the stable hands carefully bathed the white horse. Water trickled down the animal’s sleek coat, glinting like silver as it pooled at its hooves.“Cello—don’t stand behind it!” Ava immediately cautioned, her voice sharp with instinct. She stepped forward and gently drew him back by the shoulder. “If you approach a horse from behind, it may think you’re a threat.”The little one froze, then nodded solemnly, taking her words to heart.Guiding him by the hand, Ava led him around to the front of a black horse tethered nearby. Its coat gleamed like polished obsidian beneath the sun, muscles shifting subtly beneath its skin as it tossed its head.Ava picked up a freshly washed apple from a wooden crate and placed it into Marcello’s small palm. “Here. You can make friends—but hold it firmly,
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