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Chapter 56: Serena is the only daughter-in-law I will recognize!
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Morning light filtered through the hospital window, casting soft streaks of warmth on the sterile white walls. The steady beeping of the monitor provided a rhythmic backdrop to the stillness of the room. Alfonso lay propped up on the stiff hospital bed, his face pale and weary. His body ached as if every nerve was on edge.As his eyelids fluttered open, he spotted Araminta seated beside the bed, her posture stiff and her arms crossed. He frowned slightly, his voice hoarse and low. “How did I end up here?”Araminta leaned back, the corner of her mouth tightening. “You passed out at Le Châteauesque Manor,” she said dismissively, smoothing a crease in her silk blouse.Alfonso shifted uncomfortably, a dull throb radiating through his chest. “Where’s Serena?” he asked, his tone softening at the mention of his daughter.At the question, Araminta’s lips pursed tightly. “The nurse sent her to the cafeteria to get some food,” she replied coldly. “Apparently, the hospital serves customized meal
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At the Vanderbilt family estate, the night was winding down. Dinner had ended, and the family had gathered in the grand living room, filled with soft lamplight that highlighted the ornate furnishings and gilded frames adorning the walls. Alexander stood up, his tall figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light.“Remember what your grandfather said,” the old master said, his tone firm but kind, “and bring a gift when you visit Alfonso this week.”Alexander’s jaw tightened, though he maintained his composed demeanor. “I know,” he replied curtly.Cordelia, who had been silently observing from the corner, narrowed her eyes. The slight crease in her brow deepened as she watched Alexander leave the room. Unwilling to let the matter rest, she followed him into the garden, where the scent of blooming jasmine filled the air.“Alexander,” she called out sharply, her heels clicking against the cobblestone path. “Are you really planning to visit Alfonso?”Alexander halted mid-step, the
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The surprise was so strong that Serena called out Alexander’s name before she could stop herself. Aunt Torres, realizing her oversight, quickly nodded. “Mr. Vanderbilt is in the master bedroom now. Would Miss Morales like to see him?”Serena stiffened at the suggestion. She quickly handed the cup of milk back to Aunt Torres, shaking her head. “Aunt Torres, let me know after he leaves tomorrow morning. I’ll skip breakfast.”Aunt Torres wasn’t blind to what was happening. She noted Serena’s reluctance and deduced that she was avoiding Alexander. Though she was tempted to ask why, she refrained and nodded instead. “Alright, Miss Morales. Rest well.”As Serena closed the door behind her, her heart raced, not with excitement but with unease. Alexander being here felt too close, too invasive. What if he discovered the truth about her? The tension weighed on her as she sipped her milk, trying to calm herself. She decided she would visit the old mansion tomorrow to see Mr. Vanderbilt Senior an
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This morning, Ava had sent the finalized construction drawings to the renovation team she had worked with on multiple projects. However, no response had come. She decided to visit their office in person to understand the delay.The office building of Thompson Renovations stood twenty kilometers away from Le Châteauesque Manor, a modern structure with glass-paneled windows that reflected the bright afternoon sun. Ava arrived just as the city began to buzz with the midday rush. The marble-floored lobby exuded an air of professionalism, but as soon as Ava stepped through the doors, she was met by a young receptionist seated behind a sleek, white desk."Hello," the receptionist said, her tone polite but guarded. "Do you have an appointment?"Ava’s brow furrowed slightly. This wasn’t her first time visiting Thompson Renovations. In fact, she had collaborated with them extensively over the years. Typically, her visits required no formalities. "I’m here to see Mr. Thompson," Ava replied, her
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Maison Marseille, an opulent dining establishment perched high above the city, exuded an air of exclusivity from the moment Ava stepped out of the car. The building’s glass facade reflected the dazzling skyline, and the glow from the chandelier-lit interior spilled onto the cobblestone driveway.Her eyes immediately caught Alexei Volkov standing near the entrance. He held a large bouquet of deep red roses in one hand, his other tucked casually into the pocket of his pristine white suit. He looked every bit the part of a man accustomed to luxury—effortlessly charming and utterly self-assured.As she came to a halt, Alexei’s sharp blue eyes lit up, and he strode toward her with a practiced ease. The roses, vivid against the evening backdrop, were extended toward her."Miss Alvarez," he said smoothly, his voice carrying just the right blend of warmth and mischief. "These are for you."Ava tilted her head slightly, a polite smile curving her lips as she met his gaze. Instead of reaching f
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Alexei stiffened, his expression shifting multiple times as he tried to mask his unease. Finally, gritting his teeth, he scoffed, "Do you think I'd believe that? Marriage certificates like this can be replicated for ten dollars a bundle on any street corner."His tone was laced with skepticism, and his mind raced back to Alexander's cold, detached demeanor toward Ava. How could a man treat his wife like a stranger? It didn’t align with the image of a genuine marriage.Unfazed, Ava leaned back slightly in her chair, her calm composure unwavering. "Believe what you want, Mr. Volkov," she said, her voice smooth and deliberate. "Alexander and I have an understanding. We’ve agreed to remain strangers in public until the day our divorce is finalized. But you've gone too far this time, leveraging Volkov Co. Inc.'s influence and connections to target me. If this continues, I’ll have no choice but to involve Mr. Vanderbilt Senior."She casually reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over
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Compared to Alexei's romantic and ostentatious private room, Alexander's had a completely different ambiance. The atmosphere here was sober and businesslike, reflecting his meticulous taste. Reserved for Vanderbilt family use year-round, the room was decorated in a sleek, minimalist style—clean lines, muted tones, and understated luxury that spoke volumes of Alexander’s personality. The Vanderbilt name was synonymous with power, and their empire extended far and wide, with many of New York’s iconic buildings falling under their ownership.Alexander sat at the table, his expression unreadable as he glanced out the window. The faint glow of the fireworks reflected in his sharp, dark eyes. His frown deepened as he wondered why women found such displays appealing. He found them... frivolous.Hugo broke the silence, leaning casually on the back of his chair as he patted Colton on the shoulder. "Colton, you wouldn’t believe it, but Ava is smitten with Alexander. Remember the casino? She thr
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Ava’s brow furrowed as doubt clouded her mind. How had Valentina known she would be at Maison Marseille tonight? And hadn’t Valentina been unwell? Why had she been discharged from the hospital so quickly?Outside the towering building, Valentina leaned against a sleek Lamborghini worth five million dollars—one that her father, Alfonso, had bought for her. The sports car gleamed under the city lights, a statement of wealth and indulgence. Alfonso had repeatedly told Valentina not to drive alone and had even offered to assign her a driver. But Valentina often ignored his advice, opting to discreetly track a man she was infatuated with, as though her persistence would one day earn his attention.Despite her lavish surroundings, Valentina anxiously tapped her manicured nails on the steering wheel, her eyes darting to the glass facade of Maison Marseille. Growing impatient, she redialed Ava.Inside the elevator, Ava rubbed her forehead in frustration as she answered the call. "The elevator
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Colton barely spared a glance at the chaos unraveling behind him. With a cool indifference that only years of elite breeding could cultivate, he stepped around Ava Alvarez, still on the ground, and disappeared into the nearby private room as if she were nothing more than a misplaced handbag.Ava knelt slowly, her trembling hands reaching for the scattered items Rachel had so carelessly stuffed into the gift box. The embarrassment crept up her spine like ice. She hadn’t even unwrapped the gift, let alone imagined its contents tumbling across polished marble for the world to see.Just as she reached for one of the smaller items—a sleek, suggestively shaped accessory—she heard Alexander Vanderbilt’s voice, cold and commanding.“Hugo, go inside.”Hugo’s chuckle was low and teasing as he passed them. “Oh boy, someone’s in for it now.”Now only Ava and Alexander remained in the corridor, the air heavy with unsaid words. One of the items had landed near Alexander's polished leather shoe, and
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Ava was completely drained. Every inch of her body ached as if she’d been taken apart and reassembled—twice.Alexander Vanderbilt, she thought bitterly, was not someone an ordinary woman could keep up with.She was still lying in bed, limbs heavy and muscles sore, when her phone lit up. The name Rachel flashed on the screen.Ava groaned internally but forced herself upright and answered the call."Ava! I brought something up for you—I’m downstairs and on my way up!" Rachel's cheerful voice burst through the speaker.Snapping out of her haze, Ava quickly sprang to her feet and checked her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She smoothed her dress, adjusted her hair, and ensured nothing about her appearance betrayed her disheveled morning. With a small breath of relief, she stepped back just as the doorbell rang.She hurried over and pulled open the door.Rachel stood there glowing in high-waisted designer jeans and a black camisole with delicate lace sleeves hugging her arms. Her outfit
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Alexander rose from his chair and made his way toward the bedroom.The room was a blend of understated elegance and quiet opulence—decorated with muted colors, gilded moldings, and a custom-made European-style bed that looked as though it belonged in a palace. A long row of mahogany cabinets lined one wall, their polished surfaces gleaming under the soft light.An air of subtle luxury hung over everything, understated yet unmistakable.Alexander opened one of the cabinet doors. The scent of expensive wood polish and crisp linen filled the space. Neatly arranged inside were rows of impeccably pressed suits—his armor for the world outside.But tucked beneath them, nearly hidden among the shadows, sat a beautiful woman.Ava.She was curled up against the side of the closet, her knees drawn tightly to her chest, wrapped in nothing but his oversized white shirt. Her bare feet were tucked under her, her shoes hastily kicked somewhere under the bed in her rush to hide.For a long moment, nei
