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* 1st * Chapter 205 : And I want her.
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With her hands clasped neatly behind her back, Ava lifted the corners of her lips into a professional, measured smile.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said coolly, “shall we begin?”One look at her expression was enough to tell Alexander exactly what she was plotting.Instead of responding verbally, he raised a hand and began unfastening the buttons of his suit jacket.Ava’s eyebrow twitched.Was he seriously planning to strip right in front of her?She folded her arms across her chest, unimpressed. “The changing room is behind you. To your right.”Alexander glanced in the indicated direction, then back at her, lips curving lazily. “I don’t mind.”“I do,” Ava replied flatly. “I’ve no interest in watching other people undress.”Unbothered, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over the back of the sofa with deliberate care. As he loosened his cuffs, he stepped closer, the faint scent of clean soap and something distinctly masculine following him.Hooking a finger around his tie, he tilted his
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 206 : You’re still sensitive.
The soft instrumental music that had filled the Pilates studio gradually faded as Ava reached over and switched off the sound system.Silence settled in, broken only by the faint hum of the air-conditioning and the rustle of fabric as she bent down to roll up the exercise mats. Her movements were efficient, practiced—hands smoothing the edges, aligning corners, stacking them neatly against the mirrored wall.Just as she lifted the final mat, footsteps approached from the doorway.“Coach Vega,” a staff member said politely, poking her head in. “The manager would like to see you in the office.”Ava paused for half a second.“…Alright,” she replied calmly.She placed the mats back into the storage rack, retrieved her jacket and backpack from the corner, and slipped them over her arm. Her expression remained composed, but inwardly, her thoughts were already racing.So it’s come to this after all.Despite how well the class had gone, despite the students’ support, she hadn’t forgotten the
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 205 : And I want her.
Finn’s efficiency lived up to its reputation.By the following afternoon, he had already traced the location of Marcello’s phone call.The black business van was parked discreetly along the curb, its windows lightly tinted. Across the street stood a mid-sized residential complex—brick façade, modest balconies, laundry fluttering faintly in the breeze. It was neither luxurious nor rundown. Ordinary. Anonymous. Exactly the sort of place Ava would choose.“This is it,” Finn said, stepping out of the car and pointing across the street.Alexander lowered the window slightly. “Which building?”Finn hesitated, then sighed faintly. “That… I can’t say with certainty, sir. The call was made through an extension line. We can only trace the main switchboard address. Most of the flats here use internal extensions, so it’s impossible to determine the precise floor or unit.”He straightened, professionalism intact. “However, I can deploy people immediately. We can conduct a door-to-door search. We’l
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 204 : Fair enough. One day, I’ll earn that.
The following morning, the small kitchen was filled with the faint smell of butter and coffee, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains and falling across the narrow dining table.Ava, however, was in no mood to appreciate any of it.She sat stiffly at the table, fork in hand, viciously hacking her fried egg into uneven fragments as if it had personally offended her. The yolk had long since surrendered, smeared across the plate in a golden mess, yet she continued to chop at it with grim determination, her jaw tight, her brows drawn together.Across from her, Marcello ate with his usual discipline—small bites, proper posture, wiping his mouth with a napkin after every few mouthfuls. He observed her plate for a moment, then lifted his gaze to her face.“Mummy,” he said calmly, after swallowing, “who upset you?”Ava stopped mid-stab.She glanced at him, then promptly skewered a particularly mangled piece of egg and shoved it into her mouth, chewing with far more enthusiasm than the s
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 203 : Do you honestly think I won’t hurt you?
After stepping out of the taxi, Ava paused at the kerb, the night air brushing cool against her cheeks. Across the street, the Hawthorne Court Hotel stood bathed in soft amber lights, its familiar façade both comforting and suffocating.She stared at it for two seconds longer than necessary.Then, reaching into her coat pocket, she took out her phone—now fitted with a freshly replaced SIM card—and dialled a number she knew by heart.“This is Ava,” she said calmly when the line connected. “Has Mr. Vanderbilt returned?”The customer service operator, unaware of her resignation, replied in the same courteous tone she had always used. “Yes, Miss Vega. Mr. Vanderbilt returned earlier this evening. Would you like me to transfer your call to his room?”“No need, thank you,” Ava replied promptly.She ended the call, slipped the phone away, and bent down to retighten the laces of her flat shoes, fingers moving with deliberate care.One time, she told herself. Just this once.She needed those d
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 202 : No sign of her or the child.
The bedroom was dark, save for the faint amber glow leaking in from the streetlamp outside the window. The curtains stirred slightly with the draft from the radiator, and shadows danced across the ceiling like slow-moving clouds.Marcello lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, staring at the faint outline of the wardrobe. He did not move. He did not fidget. He did not toss and turn like children were supposed to when sleep evaded them.He was thinking.“Mmm…” he murmured softly to himself, lips barely parting. “Alexander…”The name rolled off his tongue without reverence or fear—only contemplation.“I’ve already done my part,” he continued in a whisper so low it barely disturbed the air. “I helped you keep Mummy here.”He paused, brow creasing slightly, expression uncharacteristically solemn for a child his age.“If you still can’t find her,” he went on, a faint frown tugging at his lips, “then you’re just too dumb…”The word came out blunt, clipped, borrowed from overheard
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