Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 1 - Bab 10

When Serena Ava Morales and Alexander Piers Vanderbilt married, he hadn’t even bothered to appear at City Hall. The entire process was orchestrated under Cornelius Vanderbilt’s iron-fisted influence, enabling Serena to receive the marriage certificate alone, her groom’s signature nothing but a hollow formality.Now, for the first time, she truly looked at the proof of that union. Perched at the edge of her bed, she opened the drawer and pulled out the certificate, running her fingers across the raised, official seal.Alexander.The name weighed on her chest, heavy enough to suffocate.She barely spared a glance at the stiff photograph beside her own before tossing the document back into the drawer with a dull thud. No amount of staring could change the truth: their marriage was a transaction, soon to be dissolved.Determined not to dwell on it, Serena shrugged into her coat and headed for the hospital to visit her younger sister, Valentina.By the time she arrived, the sunlight was str

Serena followed quietly behind Alexander, the soft click of her heels echoing against the cool, polished marble. The hallway of the 54 Club was cloaked in a gentle, amber glow from the overhead sconces, casting elegant reflections across the gilded paneling and velvet-upholstered walls. A faint trace of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle scent of aged oak and polished brass.Every detail of the club screamed exclusivity and power. Even the staff stationed at the main lounge entrance stood at perfect attention, their faces blank masks of deference.At the entrance, a biometric scanner let out a discreet chime as Alexander swiped a sleek, black membership card. Instantly, the staff bowed deeply, their spines almost rigid with respect. It was clear from their eyes—no one dared to cross him.Serena paused a step behind, watching. He moved with a natural, unspoken command that made others shrink back without him needing to say a word. Even in a simple, flawlessl

Ava’s expression remained composed, her voice calm and measured, yet something about her quiet determination made Alexander pause—if only for a fleeting second. His sharp gaze flickered over her, searching for a hidden motive, but her sincerity made him hesitate.Still, his features remained impassive, his presence commanding. The aura of dominance he carried made it difficult for anyone to hold his gaze for too long.As the elevator descended, silence settled between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Ava's mind was already racing. The studio was still in its early stages, and securing a high-profile client like Alexander Vanderbilt would cement its reputation. She had long learned that pride didn’t pay the bills—persistence did.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said, her tone poised yet earnest. “I’d like to understand your design preferences. I can tailor something specifically for you, and if you’re not satisfied, I won’t charge a single cent.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. She’s persi

Michael trailed closely behind Serena, just a few feet away, while his bodyguards lingered near the exit.Ahead, Alexander stood near a lounge door, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, his tall frame and poised movements radiating elegance and composure.As he reached for the doorknob, Serena felt Michael’s leering gaze on her back. He smirked and murmured loud enough for her alone to hear, “He’s here. Aren’t you going to say hello?”Serena inhaled deeply, gathering her composure. Without hesitating, she moved toward Alexander.Alexander had just cracked the door open when he heard quick footsteps behind him. Before he could react, Serena’s soft frame brushed against him as she slipped into the lounge, shutting the door behind them.Alexander’s expression darkened. “Get out,” he said curtly.Serena quickly locked the door and turned to face him, leaning against it. Her gaze was earnest. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I don’t mean to intrude. Would you min

The sun climbed over the skyline, casting long shadows across New York’s bustling streets. Jonathan adjusted his tie nervously as he paced outside Alexander’s office. The investigation into the hit-and-run had taken most of the night, but they finally had results—results that pointed to Miss Alvarez’s innocence. He knew Alexander well enough to understand how his boss hated being wrong, especially when it involved personal matters. He clutched a folder containing the results of a night-long investigation that finally shed light on the hit-and-run incident.With a steadying breath, Jonathan knocked on the door and entered. Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands tucked into his pockets, a cold morning light casting shadows across his sharp features.“Sir,” Jonathan began, holding out a folder, “we’ve identified the other vehicle involved in the incident. It belongs to Veronica Taylor, wife of Henry Taylor.” Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Veronica Taylor?” That na