LOGINDear Gentle Readers, what are your thoughts on Victoria? Do you think she truly loves him or is simply obsessed with being Mrs. Vanderbilt?
The trending topic exploded overnight, flooding social media feeds with furious comments. Serena’s name burned at the top of every platform—each post harsher than the last. Accusations, insults, and fabricated rumors spread like wildfire, devouring her reputation in a matter of hours.Inside E.A. Corporation, chaos erupted. The PR department was in shambles—phones ringing non-stop, executives shouting orders that contradicted each other. Someone finally thought to call Serena, but her phone had already been turned off.Desperate, they reached out to Simon, who, after a long sigh, called the one man they knew might have the power to stop it—Alexander Vanderbilt.At that moment, Alexander and Serena were fast asleep in the dim quiet of their penthouse bedroom. Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, brushing across their faces. Serena lay curled against him, her breathing soft and steady, while his arm rested protectively around her waist, his hand rhythmically brushing her back as i
It had been three days since Colton’s grand birthday banquet, and the gossip still hadn’t died down.Even those who hadn’t been there in person had heard about the scene that unfolded—about Serena, her parents, and the shocking revelation of her background.In New York’s upper circles, news like this spread faster than perfume in a ballroom—and lingered longer than scandal should. The elite could forgive crimes of passion, even financial ruin, but origins were another matter.And in this circle, bloodlines were currency. [Her mom used to be a prostitute, then married after quitting. Her dad’s been to prison, and her brother’s still behind bars. Isn’t that a whole family of criminals?][Alexander must be hypnotized by her. Why else would he be interested in such a low-born woman?][Please, Chiara’s status is leagues above hers. Anyone with sense would choose Chiara in a heartbeat.]The messages bounced from one private group chat to another, whispered in lounges and at charity teas.N
Alexander gently stroked Serena’s back, his touch firm yet careful, as if afraid she might break apart beneath his fingers. She clung to him in silence, her breathing uneven, her face buried against his chest.When they finally returned to the Manhattan Villa, the city had grown quiet under a curtain of late-night drizzle. He drew her a warm bath, helping her undress and steadying her trembling hands. The faint scent of lavender soap filled the air, softening the tension that lingered between them.After she slipped into the bath, Alexander stepped out, closing the door behind him with quiet restraint. He descended to the first floor and stood near the open balcony doors, the cold November air brushing against his skin. Lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag, the ember glowing faintly against the dark.The phone in his pocket buzzed. It was Colton.“I’ve looked into Elliot and Quinn,” Colton began, his voice low and grave. “They might be working for someone, but their background in
Serena’s heart lurched in disbelief. Kissing me here? In front of everyone? Has he lost his mind?Her thoughts flared, but before she could push him away, Alexander broke the kiss. He didn’t let her go, though—his hand slipped to the small of her back, drawing her firmly into his chest as if to shield her from the stares around them. His scent—clean, faintly woodsy, familiar—wrapped around her in a confusing comfort.At that exact moment, Colton approached from behind, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The chatter that had filled the room just moments ago had died out completely. Every pair of eyes was locked on them, mouths parted in stunned silence.“What’s going on?” Colton asked, his brows furrowing slightly at the frozen scene before him.Alexander’s voice was calm, even casual. “She’s late,” he said, his arm still around Serena. “Allow me to introduce her properly—Serena is my girlfriend.”The words dropped into the room like a thunderclap.For a moment, no o
Alexander stood silently in the doorway, his tall figure framed by the golden light spilling from the chandelier. His mere presence seemed to draw the air out of the room—sharp, heavy, commanding. He didn’t say a word, yet the tension shifted instantly.Across the room, Quinn froze. Her face drained of color before she quickly ducked behind Elliot, clutching the sleeve of his jacket like a terrified child.“Elliot… you talk to him,” she whispered, her voice trembling.But Elliot wasn’t much braver. The moment his gaze met Alexander’s cold, expressionless eyes, his knees nearly buckled. Everyone could feel it—the oppressive aura that came with Alexander Vanderbilt’s arrival. His silence spoke louder than anyone’s words.Elliot’s lips twitched before he finally stammered, “Serena, y-you’d better give us an explanation!”Serena stood across from them, her posture straight but her hands slightly trembling. Until Alexander walked in, she had felt cornered—trapped between humiliation and he
Quinn and Elliot had been waiting in the service corridor for nearly an hour, pacing back and forth like restless hens. But the moment Serena appeared at the entrance of the hall, Quinn lit up as if she'd spotted prey.“Serena!” she screeched, her voice slicing through the quiet elegance of the space—loud enough to bounce off every marble pillar.Quinn and Elliot never imagined they would step foot in a place like this. Dorian had told them—quite proudly—that every guest invited tonight had a net worth of at least two billion dollars. Quinn didn’t even know how many zeros were in a billion; she only knew it sounded like a number that could change her life.As they were escorted in earlier, the two of them gaped openly at the sprawling estate. The villa stood like a castle, with glittering glass windows towering over manicured lawns. A massive swimming pool shimmered under golden lights, and beyond it stretched an endless expanse of green.They didn’t know what a golf course was. To th







