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Chapter 153 : While you’re thinking… don’t let him touch you
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Dear Gentle Readers, This author understands the frustration over the last chapter and could only pray that you will trust this author that every chapter, every paragraph, every sentence has their own meaning and purpose. Serena may not be able to open up yet, but it is within her character’s arch. You have read from the very beginning of this story, you must have seen how each character grew naturally and evolves. Yours, E.C. ---When Serena stormed out of Manhattan Villa, she felt as though her whole body were burning. Rage coiled inside her chest, mingling with a suffocating helplessness she could barely endure. Layla’s smug talk about pregnancy echoed in her ears, colliding with Alexander’s cold words about getting rid of the child. The contradiction made her head pound violently, as if someone were striking an anvil inside her skull.Still, she didn’t forget to scoop up Max on her way out.After spending a short while cooling down at Le Châteauesque Manor, trying and failing
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The hall of the Manhattan Villa was dimly lit, the amber glow of a chandelier spilling across polished marble floors. Hugo lounged on the sofa, glass in hand, while Layla perched tensely at the edge of her seat.The moment Alexander stepped through the doorway, Layla’s heart leapt. Relief washed over her features.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she breathed, almost like a plea.She made a move toward him, but Hugo caught her wrist with casual firmness, tugging her back before she could embarrass herself.Hugo knew women. And he knew Layla especially well. The glimmer of anticipation in her eyes told him exactly what she was thinking—that Alexander had finally abandoned Serena and was here, returning to her.But Hugo also knew the man upstairs. One look at Alexander’s stormy expression, taut with unspoken confusion, was enough to know that if Layla tried to close that distance now, she’d be burned.Alexander didn’t so much as glance at them. His long strides carried him straight past, his figure sw
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Hugo hadn’t expected to find Serena inside. From outside the heavy oak door, he called out, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and suspicion.“What’s going on at Manhattan Villa? Did someone rob you?”When he finally stepped through the iron gate, the sight that greeted him made his jaw slacken. The once-pristine driveway was marred with deep tire tracks, the gate was bent out of shape, and debris littered the path like scars left by a violent quarrel. His chest tightened. Who could possibly harbor such venom to trash Alexander’s estate like this?The servants, having earlier witnessed Alexander and Serena in a heated tangle, had all wisely vanished. The mansion felt oddly hollow, stripped of its usual hush of order. Inside, Alexander had no choice but to answer the door himself.The moment it opened, Layla stood there.She had clearly spent hours perfecting her look, painting herself into an uncanny echo of Serena. Under the glow of morning light, the similarities were unsettling—y
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 308 : If you’re going to kill me, do it in bed.
Layla strutted back into Broadway Bar with a smug smile tugging at her lips, basking in the thrill of what she thought was a daring move. The neon lights flickered over her flushed face, giving her a false sense of glamour and control.But her self-satisfaction quickly soured when one of her friends leaned in, lowering her voice with a pointed look.“Hey, Layla… when you dropped that stuff off, you didn’t leave anything behind, right? No fingerprints?”The question froze her mid-step. “What do you mean?” she stammered.Her friends exchanged incredulous glances before bursting into laughter.“Oh my God, Layla. We all know you’re not exactly a genius, but this? This is suicidal. That stuff isn’t harmless—it can kill. If you left fingerprints, you basically just volunteered to be locked up. Do you think you’re untouchable? Rich people might get away with playing with lives, but us? We’d rot in jail. Didn’t that even cross your mind?”Their words hit her like a bucket of ice water. The co
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * 2nd * Chapter 307 : Eat something before you collapse.
By the time the clock struck noon, sunlight streamed lazily across the office windows, casting long golden lines across Serena’s desk. She finally set her pen down, her wrist sore after hours of signing documents and reviewing reports.The mountain of paperwork for the month was nearly conquered. Training programs for the company’s new actors were underway—renowned teachers had been brought in to coach them in posture, diction, and the finer points of performance. Progress was steady.On top of that, Ray Rossi’s film project had officially entered production, and Wes had already flown out for a Hollywood gig. With everything moving in the right direction, Serena felt she could breathe for the first time in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she could afford a few days of rest.She stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders cracking, then collapsed into the leather sofa tucked against the wall of her office. The cushions welcomed her with a sigh, and she closed her eyes, tempted by the id
Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife * FREEBIES * 2nd * Chapter 306 : She may be tired of me—but I am not tired of her.
At six in the morning, the first pale streaks of dawn washed over New York’s skyline as Alexander’s black sedan rolled back into the city. He looked worn from the overnight drive, his sharp profile catching the cold light as one of his men leaned forward from the passenger seat.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” the man began cautiously, “we’ve confirmed it. The people who tried to take Ms. Morales out that night—they were sent by the Whitehall family.”Alexander’s dark eyes narrowed, a glint of steel cutting through his fatigue. “The Whitehall family? Beatrice?” His tone dripped with skepticism. “She’s not even important enough in that house to pull something like this.”The man shook his head. “Not Beatrice. Her brother—Edmund. Tristan Whitehall’s golden boy. The old man favors him above anyone else. And with the Whitehalls’ current heir on his deathbed, Edmund’s gearing up to take the position.”Alexander leaned back against the leather seat, jaw tightening. The Whitehalls weren’t just rivals; they
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