All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ava clung to Alexander’s waist, her movements hesitant, unsure of how to respond. The only thing she could manage was wrapping her arms around his neck."It tickles," she murmured, her voice breathy.His hot breath fanned against her skin, seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a sensation that sent shivers down her spine.Alexander, already on edge from her teasing, tightened his grip on her waist. His voice dropped, husky and deep."So, what should I do to relieve your itch?" He had never imagined himself uttering such flirtatious words, but with Ava, they came naturally.She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing against his skin. "Husband, you’re really good... it feels so good."Downstairs, the night was alive with murmurs of conversation and footsteps, but none of it mattered. Alexander held Ava closer, shielding her from the world as if nothing else existed beyond them.Ava whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the moment, but before she could

Alexander was not alone. Hugo Beaumont and Colton Valcrosse stood on either side of him, their towering presences only adding to the weight of his arrival. The air was thick with tension, an unspoken shift settling over the gathered crowd.Michelle, still sitting on the ground, felt her stomach drop the moment she caught sight of Alexander. Humiliation burned through her veins. Of all people to witness her in this pitiful state, it had to be him, the person she had a crush on. Could anything be worse?Alexander’s gaze swept over the scene, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "What’s going on?" His voice was calm, detached—so effortlessly composed that it was hard to believe he had been a man consumed by raw passion just the night before.Victoria wasted no time approaching him, her heels clicking against the polished floor with urgency. "Last night, a bodyguard mistakenly drank the wrong drink and harmed Michelle," she explained, her voice carrying just the right balance of concern and

"Ava..." Rita expected her cousin to be upset, maybe even furious, but Ava's expression was unexpectedly calm—relieved, even."Rita, thank you, but I can ride with someone else. Mr. Vanderbilt is not in a good mood today, so I'd rather not make him angrier," Ava said, her voice light yet decisive.Rita frowned, puzzled. Why was Alexander in a bad mood? And why did Ava sound as though she had expected it? These two didn’t look like a couple who had spent the night together—if anything, they seemed even more distant than before.Meanwhile, across the venue, Alexander approached Hugo’s table with long, measured strides, his expression stormy. His suit, tailored to perfection, couldn't mask the tension in his shoulders or the sharp, unreadable look in his dark eyes.Victoria, however, didn't follow. She had veered off to chat with other socialites, her posture poised as if she had already won some silent battle.Hugo, who had been lazily swirling the whiskey in his glass, looked up with a

Dear Gentle Readers, Apologies for missing an update. Life has been pretty hectic. please enjoy... --------- Serena’s expression darkened. Her grandparents were from Charleston, yet during her recent visits there, she had deliberately avoided them. The reason was simple—after her mother gave birth to her, her grandparents had never approved of her. In Charleston, tradition dictated that a newlywed daughter-in-law was to live with her husband’s family for a period of time. But Alfonso, Serena’s father, was the eldest son, and the favoritism in their family had always leaned toward his younger brother. Since childhood, Alfonso had been overlooked, enduring years of unfair treatment. After he married Elena, things only worsened. The day after their wedding, Alfonso and Elena were assigned a dilapidated room. Their first meal as a married couple wasn’t even a proper one—there was no rice, and they had to borrow it. Serena’s grandparents had disliked Elena from the very beginning.

(From here, Ava will be referred to as Ava, as Tom recognizes her as “Ava Alvarez,” Rachel’s best friend.)Outside the dimly lit bar, Tom lingered near the entrance, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his borrowed waitstaff uniform. His tall frame and practiced nonchalance made him blend seamlessly with the nightlife atmosphere, yet there was a sharp calculation in his gaze. He had just received a call from Rachel, informing him that she was suddenly called home due to an emergency.Tom exhaled slowly, weighing his options. He wasn’t about to risk getting involved in Ava’s mess—especially not when there was nothing to gain. Avoid unnecessary trouble when there’s already enough going on, he reminded himself. Without another glance back, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the alleyway beside the bar, leaving behind the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. ---Meanwhile, inside the private room, Ava struggled to stay upri