Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 151 - Bab 160

If Ava hadn’t stepped back in time, the car window would’ve caught a fistful of her hair. The breeze from the speeding vehicle brushed her face as she watched it roll away down the street. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh—half amusement, half disbelief.She quickly pulled out her phone and typed a message to Raphael:[Just saw him. Alexander told me not to get too full of myself. You should look for Victoria—she’s riding shotgun with him right now.]Raphael didn’t hesitate. He called Victoria immediately. On the other end, Victoria picked up with a bright, amused smile on her face. “I’ll check,” she said before hanging up and turning toward Alexander.“Raphael called me too,” she said casually, her voice playful. “Looks like he’s really into his girlfriend this time. Maybe he’s serious, Alexander. What do you think—should we let her come back?”Alexander said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, expression unreadable. Though his face was composed, there was somethin

As soon as Serena stepped through the doors of her quiet penthouse on the Upper West Side, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Alfonso.Alfonso: Serena, I'm sorry. I was wrong.Alfonso: I’ve taken back the shares from Araminta. Tonight, I’ll review the contract with PW Group. I won’t let you suffer anymore.Her breath caught in her throat.Serena stared at the screen, the words blurring as her vision clouded. Back at the hospital, she hadn’t shed a single tear—not when she was insulted, not when she was hit, not even when the truth unraveled. But here, in the silence of her own space, with the city lights blinking outside her windows, her heart cracked.She sank onto the velvet sofa and let the tears fall. Alfonso… he had once been her hero. Her anchor. If he had always treated her coldly, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. But he hadn’t. He had once carried her on his shoulders, told her bedtime stories, made her feel like the most cherished girl in the world.And that version of h

Alexei, sensing the atmosphere starting to thicken with tension, quickly tossed a few playful jabs Quinton’s way to ease the mood. The snark-laced banter between him and Alexander had started to turn razor-sharp—too sharp for Ava’s comfort.She felt the invisible rope tightening around her, pulling her into their unspoken power play. Not wanting to become collateral damage, she quietly slipped out of the room under the guise of needing the restroom.But instead of heading there, she veered into the hallway, drawing in a deep breath of cooler, quieter air.To her surprise, Liam was standing nearby, lingering with the nervous energy of someone who didn’t quite belong but was doing his best to stay invisible.When he saw her, he perked up and walked over, holding out a tall glass of lemon water.“Here,” he said with an awkward smile. “Might help clear your head a bit?”Ava hadn’t had much to drink—just a single glass of wine back in the private room—but the gesture was appreciated. She a

Serena made her way down to the underground garage, her heels clicking against the cool concrete. The dim lighting reflected off the sleek cars lined up in perfect rows, the soft hum of engines echoing in the still air.She was just about to unlock her car when she noticed something strange — the window of the car parked right next to hers was rolled down.Then, out of the shadows, Ryan Kuzmin’s pudgy, smug face appeared.His bloated features barely fit through the window, and without even the decency to veil his intentions, he shoved a glossy black card toward her.“One billion for a hundred times. If you’re game, get in.”His voice was thick with arrogance, a disgusting blend of money, power, and entitlement.Serena’s stomach turned. She felt physically ill.But Ryan, clearly full of himself, just grinned wider.“Kyrill used to talk about you,” he leered. “Said you were a real stunner. I saw your photo back then, but in person?” His beady eyes swept over her like she was something o

When Alexander ignored her call, Serena had no choice left. Gritting her teeth, she drove straight to Vanderbilt Headquarters.Though it was already past 7 p.m., the towering glass building gleamed against the night sky, every window lit up like a constellation. Power never slept here — and neither did those who served it.She made her way to the top floor, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. At the reception desk, Jonathan looked up, momentarily surprised to see her at such an hour.Serena forced a faint, polite smile.“I’m here to see Mr. Vanderbilt.”Jonathan hesitated.“President Vanderbilt has an overseas meeting tonight — he just entered the conference room. It’ll be about two hours.”Serena had waited before. She knew how long Alexander’s meetings could drag. Quietly, she took a seat nearby, feeling the sterile quietness of the office press in around her.B