Ava hesitated before typing out a message: Mr. Vanderbilt, sorry, I broke the umbrella.Feeling a bit unlucky tonight, she impulsively added a pitiful emoji for good measure.Alexander, who seldom engaged in casual conversations, found the message peculiar. Most of his communication was reserved for business calls and the occasional curt chat with associates. Seeing Ava—typically poised and composed—send such an unexpected emoji piqued his curiosity. A subtle but unfamiliar sensation flickered in his chest, though he quickly brushed it aside.Ava didn’t expect any response from him and decided to take a shower. The hot water cascaded down, washing away the chill that had clung to her all night. By the time she returned, dressed in cozy loungewear, she noticed a new notification on her phone: the $700 had been refunded. Alexander hadn’t added any accompanying message.She frowned. Was this his way of saying he didn't want her to pay? Although Ava knew Alexander wasn’t lacking money, the
The next morning, Serena was woken by the persistent vibration of her phone. Half-asleep, she groaned before squinting at the screen. Alfonso’s name blinked on it. She swiped to answer."Serena, have you sorted out your gown for tonight’s banquet?"His voice, though weakened, carried its usual commanding tone. Serena rubbed her temples, struggling to shake off the sleep."Not yet, Dad. I was planning to go shopping later today.""No need," Alfonso cut her off. "I've already had a gown delivered to Le Châteauesque Manor. It’s elegant and tasteful—you'll wear that."Serena sighed but held back a complaint. Alfonso had always been particular about her appearance, especially at events involving New York’s elite. With the banquet hosted at the Vanderbilt estate and the patriarch present, this was a rare opportunity for her to step into the social circles that truly mattered."Serena," Alfonso continued after a fit of coughing, "my health won’t allow me to attend tonight. Even walking a few
Jonathan, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror, catching sight of Alexander immersed in a virtual meeting on his tablet. A moment of hesitation flickered across his face as he debated whether to interrupt.Through the corner of his eye, Alexander thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside the window. For a moment, he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. Just as he was about to look again, the car had already driven past.Jonathan cleared his throat. "Sir, that was Miss Serena," he said carefully. "She seemed to be walking her dog."Alexander’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t respond immediately. He turned his attention back to the tablet screen, though a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. What was she doing out there with a dog?When they arrived at Le Châteauesque Manor, Alexander stepped out of the car, his polished black shoes clicking against the driveway.Aunt Torres, who was sweeping near the entrance, was startled at the sight of him.
Serena hobbled into the hospital, her footsteps uneven on the crutches provided by the nurse. After getting her ankle bandaged, she stepped out with a frown clouding her face. Her current condition posed a major problem—tonight was the much-anticipated banquet where Grandpa Fu planned to formally introduce her to influential people in the circle. Showing up with a limp and a bandage would not only embarrass herself but also disappoint the old man, something she absolutely wanted to avoid.She regretted her decision to rush back to meet Alexander. If she had just let things be, perhaps this mess could have been avoided.With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and called Aunt Torres. "Aunt Torres, could you send someone to pick up Rex?" she asked, trying to keep her tone composed despite the frustration simmering within her."Of course, Miss Morales," Aunt Torres responded immediately.Serena ended the call and mulled over her predicament. She needed a way to reduce the swelling quickly s
The chaos in the alley had subsided, leaving a tense silence in its wake. The gangsters lay sprawled across the pavement, groaning in pain. Alexander stood among them, composed and untouched, his tailored black suit immaculate despite the brief scuffle.Ava’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him. The sheer efficiency of his movements had left her stunned. He didn’t just handle the situation—he dominated it.But before she could process what had just happened, a flicker of movement caught her eye."Jared, are you okay?" she asked, concern pulling her toward him.Jared’s face was pale, and his eyes widened with fear. In that split second, Ava’s instincts screamed a warning. The glint of a blade caught in the dim alley light.There was no time to react.The sickening sound of metal piercing flesh sliced through the air. Ava’s heart lurched as she spun around, horrified to see the dagger embedded in Alexander’s palm. Blood gushed from the wound, staining his hand and dripping on
Alexander pressed his lips into a taut line as he answered the call with his uninjured hand, already contemplating how to handle the conversation. The steady hum of hospital equipment filled the room, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from the phone."Alexander, you did well this time," Mr. Vanderbilt Sr.’s voice came through, brimming with unexpected relief. "You've finally grown up. If you don’t come tonight, it’s fine. Grandpa won’t blame you."Alexander’s brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion passing through his sharp features. That was not the tone he had expected. The old man rarely missed an opportunity to bring up Serena within three sentences. But tonight, it seemed he had no intention of mentioning her at all. Was it the recent acquisition that had put him in such high spirits?It was rare for his grandfather to concern himself with the intricacies of the Vanderbilt business empire these days. The old man had long shifted his focus to treatments and leisurely activitie
The hospital corridor buzzed faintly with the occasional murmur of nurses and the distant beeping of medical equipment. The cold, sterile air prickled against Ava’s skin as she pressed the phone tightly against her ear."Uncle," she said urgently, but the voice that responded was hoarse and weary."Ava, it’s your Aunt Mona," the woman said, sounding utterly defeated. "I didn’t want to call, but I have no choice. We don’t have Mr. Vanderbilt Senior’s contact information, and the police won’t release your cousin-in-law. We don’t have that kind of money. Things have gone from bad to worse. Your uncle…his leg is broken, and he’s bleeding from his head. He’s still in the hospital, and we can't even afford the surgery right now. We already used up the money trying to help Tania, and now she’s locked up in the police station. Everything's falling apart."Ava’s chest tightened, her breath catching. The hospital’s whitewashed walls seemed to close in around her as she absorbed her aunt’s despe
The hospital’s parking lot was dimly lit, the faint glow of overhead lights casting long shadows across the sleek cars. The cool evening breeze carried the scent of antiseptic from the hospital’s entrance, mingling with the distant hum of city traffic. Do anything for him? Available at his beck and call? Deliver three meals a day to the Vanderbilt family? No matter who it is, Alexander wasn’t very interested.But he caught a glimpse of the slight embarrassment on her cheeks and knew that she was doing it to compensate. Seeing Ava in such a humiliated state, Jared at the door couldn’t bear it. Ava is a top student, a prestigious graduate of Harvard University. Even if this man is wealthy, he shouldn’t insult her like this, right?Ava stood rigidly beside Alexander, her nerves fraying as Jared, clearly agitated, lashed out. His voice echoed across the empty lot. "Ava, what are you doing? You’re a Harvard graduate! And now you’re offering to be some rich man’s nanny?"Her face tightened
Meanwhile, Alexander had just touched down on foreign soil. The sleek wheels of the private jet had barely cooled before he was ushered into a waiting car—Victoria trailing a few steps behind.The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, casting a golden hue over the glass buildings around them. But the warmth of the city didn’t seem to reach Victoria’s mood.The auction had been a disappointment.Those who had flown in from all over the world had come chasing one thing—a rumored masterpiece by the elusive Master Remington. The buzz had been relentless, the anticipation feverish. Collectors, curators, and connoisseurs all gathered under one roof, poised to outbid one another for a chance at owning a piece of immortality.But the pièce de résistance had never arrived.Instead, the organizers had presented a different set of paintings—fine works, certainly, but none carrying the master’s signature. Whispers swirled through the crowd: the Remington piece had already been given away. P
Ava had just stepped out of the shower, the steam still curling around her from the bathroom. Wrapped in soft pajamas and with her damp hair towel-dried and tousled, she was about to unwind for the evening when a message lit up her phone.It was from the property management office:“Dear resident, we’ve prepared a small gift for you. Please collect it in the underground garage.”It wasn’t unusual in this kind of upscale community. Services like this—holiday gifts, complimentary deliveries—were standard perks. She assumed it was another seasonal gesture and didn’t think much of it.She threw on a light cardigan over her pajamas and slipped into house slippers. There was no need to dress up just to walk through her own building. The community was secure, and the garage private—no one would bat an eye.The garage, however, was packed.Dimly lit rows of polished luxury vehicles stretched in every direction. She stepped carefully between them, the click of her slippers echoing softly. As s
Alexander sat at his sleek glass desk, a shaft of afternoon light slanting across the surface. His fingers moved with precision as he reviewed the final pages of a thick document. With a quiet finality, he pushed the folder forward.Jonathan, ever efficient, stepped forward to take it, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment. As he turned to leave, the door opened and another figure appeared.Victoria.She stopped short, clearly startled to find Alexander at the office today—especially considering he had been at the hotel earlier. And it was Saturday.Recovering quickly, she walked in with her usual grace, her heels tapping softly against the polished floor."Alexander," she began, her tone casual but calculated, "news just came in from Spain. Master Remington’s painting is officially going up for auction. Everyone’s flying in for it this week—even Colton’s confirmed his attendance. When are you planning to leave?"She studied his face as she spoke, carefully watching for a flicker
Ava shot upright in bed, her heart thudding as her eyes scanned the breaking news headlines on her phone.Ryan Kuzmin Detained in International Crime Probe—PW Group Offices Raided.Details unfolded line by line like a script in a legal thriller. Ryan had been arrested on suspicion of overseas criminal activity. That morning, the authorities had swept through PW Group’s towering headquarters, raiding offices and seizing documents. The scandal was larger than anyone had anticipated.Further investigations revealed damning evidence: years of tax evasion, vast embezzlement schemes, and a tightly knit circle of executives siphoning company funds for personal gain.The outcome was swift—and brutal.PW Group had been slammed with devastating penalties. Their bank accounts frozen. Assets forcibly liquidated. Half their senior executives were already behind bars.And Ryan? He now faced the terrifying possibility of a twenty-year prison sentence.All of it—undeniably—was Alexander’s doing.With
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
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
Alexander leaned in, brushing his lips against Ava’s earlobe—a whisper of a kiss, soft and lingering like a lover’s secret murmur.Ava stiffened slightly, unaccustomed to this kind of closeness.In truth, she had never been this intimately connected with anyone before. The sensation of his warm breath against her sensitive skin felt almost foreign, startling.Despite her naturally cool and reserved demeanor, her body betrayed her easily. A soft pink hue blossomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck, making her look even more delicate under the sunlight.Without daring to meet his gaze, Ava slipped away, heading toward the bathroom, still dressed in his oversized white shirt.Alexander watched her go, his dark eyes trailing her graceful movements. He never would have imagined that his stiff, formal shirt could look so sinfully beautiful draped over a woman’s body.She was the very picture of effortless allure—elegant, yet undeniably tempting.Inside the bathroom, Ava quickly spo
Ava rushed out of the hospital, her heels clicking against the pavement as she hurried to her car. Once inside, she started the engine with shaking fingers and glanced at her phone. Her heart dropped. The roads were packed—an evening traffic jam clogging the city like a pulse grinding to a halt.Her fingers clenched the steering wheel, frustration bubbling up. She honked the horn more times than she could count, each one sharper than the last. A twenty-minute drive had now turned into a maddening forty-minute crawl.Alexander had given her exactly one hour.With every passing minute, her heart beat faster, the pressure building like a kettle about to boil over.And then—bang.Her car lurched forward. She’d been rear-ended. The sudden jolt slammed her head into the steering wheel, sending a flash of pain through her skull. Her eyes stung with tears, but she blinked them away, biting down on her panic. The driver behind her got out, waving his arms and pulling out his phone to call the
Alexander couldn't focus, his thoughts scattered and restless. As his phone rang with a call from a business partner, he seized the moment and stood up.“Grandpa, the business partner is calling. I need to go over the details of this morning’s meeting,” he said, already moving away.Grandpa let out a long, weary sigh. To him, it looked like Alexander was just eager to escape. “If you put that much effort into Serena,” he grumbled, “you two would have had a house full of kids by now. Go on, but no matter how busy work gets, don’t forget the wife waiting for you at home.”Alexander didn’t answer. He slipped into his car and glanced at the dashboard clock—8:00 PM. Ignoring the call still ringing on his screen, he turned the key and headed straight to the hotel.By the time he arrived, it was 8:30.His phone buzzed again. It was Jonathan, this time with more urgent news—Ryan had been arrested, and sensitive information about PW Group had been leaked. By morning, the media would be ablaze w