All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ava was unusually irritable that morning. The weight of unanswered questions and lingering suspicions pressed heavily on her chest. Just as she was about to try distracting herself, her phone rang. It was Rachel.Rachel’s voice was low, almost hesitant. "Ava, I checked on those two men. They've already left the country. We can’t catch them now."Ava’s grip on her phone tightened. Without them, there would be no direct proof linking Victoria to the incident. The trail had gone cold.She exhaled slowly, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The entire situation was infuriating. The bar had been seedy, dark, and conveniently lacking surveillance cameras—almost as if it had been chosen for that very reason. No cameras, no witnesses. Just her word against Victoria’s, and that wasn’t enough.Ava rubbed her temples, willing herself to push the thoughts away, but sleep wouldn’t come. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, the night stretching endlessly before her.Finally, she gave up and g

"Why did you hit Victoria?" Alexander’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, an unspoken demand for clarity.His grip on the steering wheel was loose yet controlled, the soft glow of the dashboard casting sharp angles across his face. He didn’t know Ava well enough to predict her every move, but she never struck him as someone prone to violence. Yet, the security footage had told a different story—Ava’s strike had been swift, deliberate, and unrelenting. A broken rib wasn’t something minor, and while Victoria had shown aggression first, her slap hadn’t even landed. Ava's retaliation, on the other hand, had been brutal.Sitting in the passenger seat, Ava shifted uncomfortably. The smooth leather was cool against her palms, but her skin felt oddly warm. The pain in her arm was a dull throb, a constant reminder of her own injuries. But what had truly set her off that night had nothing to do with Victoria alone—it was the weight of everything: the betrayal, the secrets, the presen

The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hum of medical equipment monitoring every breath Alfonso took. The dim lighting in the hospital room cast long shadows, making the space feel colder than it already was.Ava sat beside the bed, her fingers curled around her father’s frail, calloused hand. She had spent the last few days in a relentless cycle of worry, exhaustion, and hope, unsure whether he would wake up at all.Then, finally, a flicker of movement.Alfonso's eyelids fluttered before slowly, painstakingly, opening. His eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion, locked onto Ava’s face. There was something in them—something urgent, desperate, almost pleading. But when he tried to speak, the oxygen mask stifled his words, reducing them to shallow gasps.Ava’s heart clenched at the sight."Dad," she said softly, squeezing his hand. "Please don’t push yourself. You're still recovering. You need to take it slow."Tears welled up in his eyes, spillin

Ava's forehead furrowed deeper as she scanned the document in front of her. It outlined a five hundred million dollar collaboration between the Morales family and PW Group, yet it was frustratingly vague on specifics.Her fingers tightened around the paper. What kind of deal required such an astronomical cash flow? Even during the last round of financing, the Vanderbilt family hadn’t invested this much. This project was larger than any she had seen before.A cold sense of unease settled in her chest. Something wasn’t right.Without wasting another moment, she picked up her phone and called Alexei Volkov. After acquiring Mr. Thompson’s company, Alexei had gained considerable insight into PW Group, far more than Rachel would know.When he picked up, there was an unmistakable smirk in his voice. “Ava, really? You only call me when you need something? What happened to our friendship?”His tone was teasing, but she didn’t have time for games.“Mr. Volkov,” she said, trying to keep her voice

Ava furrowed her brows slightly. Was losing her position such a devastating blow to Michelle?Tears streamed down Michelle's face, her expression twisted with rage and humiliation. "He actually sided with you—he actually sided with you! There must be something unspeakable between you two! You seduced him, you wretched woman! I hope you rot in hell!"Ava found the accusation almost laughable. Now, she fully understood—Michelle’s fury wasn’t just about losing her job. Alexander must have dismissed her personally, delivering a blow to both her career and her pride.Watching Michelle unravel, Ava decided she had tolerated enough. Striding forward as the security guards held Michelle back, she landed two sharp slaps across her face.The sound echoed in the tense air.Michelle stood frozen, her wide eyes filled with disbelief as she slowly raised a trembling hand to her stinging cheek. "You dare to hit me?"Ava smiled, a slow and deliberate curve of her lips. "Yes. I do."She leaned in slig