All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

After slipping into the driver’s seat, Alexander gripped the steering wheel with ease and guided the car through the dimming city streets. The soft glow of the dashboard cast shadows across his sharp features, his mind somewhere far from the road.At a red light, another car rolled to a stop beside his. Out of habit, Alexander glanced over—and froze. Through the half-open window, framed by the city’s ambient glow, he saw her. Ava.She stared straight ahead, unaware of his gaze, her expression distant and unreadable. The shape of her face, the gentle curve of her mouth, the slight dip of her lashes—it all looked achingly familiar. He lowered his window and tapped the horn twice, sharp and deliberate.Inside the car, Ava flinched slightly, pulled from her thoughts. She turned her head—and for a heartbeat, time seemed to fracture. There was a strange pull in that moment—like a thread from another life. Maybe it was the streetlight, or maybe it was the letter still echoing in her mind: “

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Upper West Side apartment as Ava buttoned up her blazer, preparing to head to the Morales family company. Just as she reached for the doorknob, the bell rang. When she opened the door, a sharply dressed man stood outside, briefcase in hand and a solemn expression on his face.It was Alfonso’s lawyer.Ava’s chest tightened. For a moment, she wondered if she'd unknowingly fallen into some kind of legal trouble.They sat across from each other in the living room, the morning light casting quiet patterns on the hardwood floor. The lawyer wasted no time delivering the message Alfonso had entrusted him with.“Mr. Morales asked me to convey his apologies,” he began gently. “He said he was too emotional yesterday, and he deeply regrets the unreasonable request he made. He also mentioned that he will remain at the Morales residence to rest and recover. You don’t need to visit him anymore.”Ava’s heart began to throb as the lawyer continu

In New York, there had never been a shortage of women eager to sleep with Alexander Vanderbilt. Yet somehow, Ava Alvarez was the only one who ever complained—silently—that he wanted her too often.She turned her head away now, resisting—not with words, but with the subtle stillness of her posture.Unbothered, Alexander shrugged off his suit jacket. He laid it down carefully on the polished, high-gloss ceramic tiles, the fabric landing softly like silk against stone. Then, without asking, he lifted her and set her down upon it.This time, Ava didn’t resist.Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was resignation. Or maybe—just maybe—it was the quiet realization that she had just used his name to secure a crucial deal with Quinton Darby. And a small part of her felt indebted.Sensing her surrender, Alexander leaned in, and she met him halfway.They kissed—deeply, breathlessly. One standing, the other seated, their bodies angled into each other. Fifteen slow-burning minutes passed, lost in a t

When Valentina returned to the Morales family villa, the afternoon sun was beginning to dip behind the estate’s high hedges, casting long shadows over the stone pathway. A man in a tailored suit waited patiently in the grand foyer—a lawyer, holding a black briefcase and a small envelope in hand."Miss Morales," he said, his tone neutral and professional. "I’ve been instructed by Mr. Alfonso Morales to inform you of the contents of his final will and testament."Valentina paused, sensing something ominous in his tone.The lawyer handed her a sleek black card. “This card contains thirty million dollars,” he explained. “Mr. Morales stipulated that you are to leave New York within forty-eight hours. If you fail to do so, the account will be frozen, and you’ll lose access to the funds permanently.”Valentina blinked, certain she’d misheard. “What?” Her voice trembled.The lawyer continued calmly, “In accordance with Mr. Morales’s will, all shares of the Morales Group have been transferred

It was nearly 2 a.m. when Serena finally returned to the Upper West Side.As she passed by the hallway mirror, her reflection caught her by surprise. Her face was streaked with soot, her hair tangled and dulled with ash. The once-crisp suit she wore was wrinkled and smudged, having been stuffed into a sack during her abduction. She looked like a shadow of herself—haunted, dirty, and worn down to the bone.Without turning on the main lights, she moved wearily through the quiet apartment. The silence was almost surreal, too perfect after the chaos of the night. In the bathroom, steam billowed gently as she stepped into the hot shower. For a long time, she simply stood there under the water, letting it scald her skin and wash away the grime and horror clinging to her body.When she finally emerged, wrapped in her softest pajamas, her limbs felt like lead. The moment she hit the bed, she sank into the mattress and drifted into sleep—deep, dreamless, and unshakable. For once, her exhaustion