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* 2nd * Chapter 229 : Grandpa, I’m not giving her a single cent.
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Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * FREEBIE / NO PAYING * 2nd * Chapter 233 : too soft when it comes to her
Dear Gentle Readers, This author has really tried his best to put his vision into words. However, if it displeases you from time to time, there is very little he can do about it. All he can tell you is that Alexander will know her identity at Chapter 250. The choice is yours whether to continue the journey or choose a different path. Whichever decision you will make, this author respects that and thanks you for getting this far and supporting the story. Yours, Ethan---Inside the sleek black car parked in the distance, Alexander sat in silence, the soft glow of his cigarette briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. One hand rested outside the open window, catching the chill of the night air, while the other held the cigarette between two fingers—its ember flaring each time he drew in a slow, quiet breath.The interior of the car was bone-cold, but it wasn’t the weather—it was his mood. Rage simmered just beneath his calm surface. The faint crimson at the corners of his eye
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 231 : Congratulations on the divorce
The private room was crowded tonight—warm lighting, fine crystal clinking against glass, and the scent of aged whiskey swirling in the air. Almost everyone had arrived, except Mikhail.Mikhail Malik, ever the dutiful surgeon, had missed the previous gathering too. While Colton and Hugo had seen the video of Ava and Alexander’s moment in the private lounge, Mikhail had been pulled into an emergency surgery. Patients rarely gave him a break; the hospital was his second home, if not his first.Amid the lively chatter, Hugo leaned toward Alexander with a knowing smirk. “You really need to get your act together. She’s rejected you flat out. You’re not her third anymore—you’ve slipped down to fifth. Wes is third. Alexei’s fourth. You keep this up, and you’ll be out of the top five altogether.”“Get lost,” Alexander muttered, giving Hugo a shove.Third, fourth, fifth—what nonsense. He didn’t want a spot in some arbitrary lover lineup. He wanted a title no one could contest.He wanted to be A
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * FREEBIE / NO PAYING * 2nd * Chapter 230
Serena sat quietly on a bench inside the courthouse, her hands clasped together in her lap as she waited—still. The scent of floor polish lingered faintly in the sterile air, and the fluorescent lights above cast a dull glow across the room. It had been four hours since Cornelius spoke to her that morning. Four hours since he said there would be a resolution today.She had come prepared—mentally, emotionally—to face Alexander and sign the end of their marriage. Yet, by two o'clock in the afternoon, no one had reached out. No call. No message. No sign of Cornelius. No word from Alexander.Serena wasn’t popular in the Vanderbilt family, and the cold shoulder extended even here. Staff moved in and out of adjacent rooms, speaking in hushed tones, yet no one approached her. The corridor buzzed with movement, but she sat invisible among them.Finally, with her patience fraying, she took out her phone and sent a quiet message to Alexander from her private number:Serena: [Mr. Vanderbilt, whe
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 229 : Grandpa, I’m not giving her a single cent.
Because Alexander’s divorce was set for the following day, Hugo decided to throw him a small pre-celebration—a symbolic send-off into singlehood. Alexander found the idea unnecessary. In his mind, he’d always been single.The private room at 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar was warm and dimly lit, with city lights flickering like distant stars beyond the glass. Hugo was the first to speak once the three men were seated.“So,” he said, swirling the drink in his glass, “you’ve been off the radar for two days. What happened?”Alexander said nothing, his silence as heavy as the air between them. A low pressure seemed to hum around him, the kind that signaled a storm beneath the surface.Across the room, Colton leaned back into the leather booth, arms crossed as he studied his friend. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes sharpened with curiosity.Alexander lifted his glass and took a sip—then paused.“This wine tastes bitter,” he murmured, brows drawing together.Hugo blinked. “You think it's
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 228
After a long day of work, Ava found herself staring at her phone, her thumb hesitating over the keyboard. Finally, with a subtle exhale, she sent a message to Alexander.[Mr. Vanderbilt, fancy a drink tonight? Broadway Bar. Private booth.]It was a bold move. She had never initiated plans with him before. This was the first time she invited him anywhere.Across the city, Alexander had been preparing for an important evening meeting when the message popped up on his screen. For a brief moment, he simply stared at it—then closed the document he’d been reviewing and turned to Jonathan.“Reschedule my evening,” he said coolly.Jonathan blinked. “Now, sir? It’s only four o’clock.”Alexander rose from his chair, unhurried and unbothered, and picked up the suit jacket hanging beside him. A faint glint flickered in his eyes. “Drop me at the hotel. I need to change.”Jonathan raised a brow. It wasn’t like Alexander to be concerned about wardrobe—not when every suit he owned was custom-tailored
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 227 : Do I not have enough to offer?
Ava arrived at the private room and knocked lightly on the door. As it creaked open, she was greeted by the thick stench of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and heavy perfume. The dim lighting cast a yellow glow over a group of middle-aged men lounging around a table, each with a heavily made-up woman perched beside him, laughing too loudly or pouring drinks with practiced hands.The room oozed decadence.Ava's expression tightened. The slick grins, the glassy eyes, the wandering hands—it reminded her of the business dinners she was dragged to as a child, trailing behind Alfonso. Different faces, same sleaze.Her gaze scanned the room and landed on Ivan Bukowski, seated in the center like a minor king among his court. He was smug, puffing on a cigar, a woman draped lazily over his shoulder. Since his last web series had gone viral, he'd become a name buzzing around investment circles. Ava had come tonight to strike a deal.She stepped forward."Ivan Bukowski?" she said with polite form
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