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Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 220 : One million.
“Cello,” she whispered, smoothing his hair. “Wake up, darling. Let’s go home with Mummy.” The gentleness in her voice only sharpened his frustration.This damn woman. So stubborn. In thirty years, he had never bent for anyone.Not investors. Not ministers. Not rivals. Yet she could push him to the brink of temper and leave him standing there, powerless.He moved decisively. Grasped her arm. Pulled her back.The suit jacket still in his hand was thrust against her chest as he leaned down and scooped Marcello up—blanket and all.Ava’s heart lurched. She rushed forward and caught his sleeve. “Let go!”A small sound interrupted them.“Mmm…”Marcello stirred, long lashes fluttering before his sleepy eyes opened halfway.“Mummy… Uncle Vanderbilt…” he mumbled drowsily. “What are you doing?”Both adults froze.Alexander’s expression softened at once. “Cello,” he said quietly, adjusting the blanket around the boy’s shoulders, “uncle’s taking you home.” He tucked the edges securely beneath the
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 219 : Come back with me. With Cello.
At the edge of the dance floor, the music swelled and couples drifted into elegant formation beneath the chandeliers. The moment Alexander’s hold loosened—only slightly—Ava slipped from his arm. Not dramatically. Not rudely. But decisively.“I really must go,” she murmured, already moving briskly toward the exit.Alexander frowned and followed at once. He had barely drawn level with her when a figure appeared before them as if conjured by mischief itself.Ezra.One hand neatly tucked behind his back, the other extended in perfect invitation. His posture was impeccable; his smile, radiant. “May I have this dance?” he asked warmly.Ava nearly sighed aloud. How did this man manage to materialise at the most inconvenient moments? She was already struggling to disentangle herself from one persistent gentleman. She did not require a second.Still— Ezra had stood up for her. For Marcello. He had publicly offended an ambassador on their behalf. Gratitude was not something she ignored lightly.
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 218 : Dance with me before you go.
Beneath the runway, Ezra released a long breath he had not realised he was holding. The tension drained from his shoulders; his customary, languid smile returned as though it had never left.“Well,” he muttered lightly, straightening his cuffs, “that was lively.”He was just about to step forward and say something reassuring to Ava when his arm was seized. Firmly.Ezra turned his head. And was met with a beaming smile.“Adrian,” Michelle said sweetly, her eyes sparkling with triumph, “why are you so late?”The smile faded from his face as quickly as it had appeared. “How on earth are you here?” he asked in dismay.Michelle’s lips formed an exaggerated pout. “If you may attend, why may I not?”“That isn’t what I meant,” Ezra replied hastily, forcing his own smile back into place. “Of course you can. Most welcome. Entirely welcome. You must be parched—allow me to fetch you a drink.”“No need.” She raised her left hand. A crystal glass gleamed within her fingers. “I already have one.”“A
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 217 : Survival of the fittest.
Ava did not notice Marie.The instant her eyes met Alexander’s across the terrace, she quickened her pace. The corridor ahead seemed suddenly narrower, the air thinner. If she could just reach the changing room—He was faster.He stepped directly into her path, tall and immovable, his presence cutting off her escape as cleanly as a closed door.“Where are you going?” he demanded.The American edge in his voice was unmistakable—low, controlled, but threaded with irritation.Was she really avoiding him like he was some kind of contagion?“What’s it to you?” Ava shot back, lifting her chin.She attempted to move around him.He shifted right.Blocked again.“Where’s Cello?”“He’s changing,” she replied crisply. “I’m taking him home. If you have nothing urgent to discuss, Mr. Vanderbilt, do allow me to pass.”“The event’s not over. You can’t leave.”Her eyes flashed.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said evenly, though her gaze burned, “I agreed to let my son assist with your fashion show. I did not
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 216 : Miss Vega took him away, sir.
Ava halted mid-step and lifted her hand in a small wave.Across the terrace, Marcello stood beside Alexander, his head turning this way and that as though searching for a familiar star in a crowded sky.He saw her.His entire face lit up.Without hesitation, he slipped away from Alexander’s side and ran toward her, weaving through the dispersing guests with surprising agility for someone who had only just commanded a runway.“Mommy!” he exclaimed, breathless and glowing. “You look so beautiful!”Ava’s stern composure dissolved instantly.“You outrageous little charmer,” she replied, though the pride in her voice was impossible to disguise. She handed him the cup of water she had been holding. “Here. Sip slowly. Models must hydrate.”Marcello obeyed, taking careful mouthfuls, though his eyes never left her face.“You truly looked beautiful,” he repeated earnestly, as if she might otherwise doubt it.She brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead.“And you were magnificent,” she sa
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 1st * Chapter 215 : Marcello
By the time the final guests had settled into their seats, the terrace had transformed entirely. The chandeliers overhead dimmed in deliberate stages until only the runway remained illuminated—an elegant strip of light cutting through the soft darkness like a promise.A hush descended. It was not silence precisely—there was always the faint rustle of silk, the whisper of programmes being folded—but it was the kind of collective stillness that signalled anticipation.The host stepped forward, voice warm and assured. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. This season, we present a collection devoted entirely to formal children’s wear and evening attire, each piece personally designed by Mr. Vanderbilt…”Ava, seated discreetly toward the side of the venue, allowed herself the smallest exhale. She had slipped into an empty chair moments before the introduction concluded, preferring the edge of the audience to its centre. From here she could see the runway clearly without feeling herself observed
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