All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Girlfriend?

Later that afternoon, Jonathan returned to Alexander’s office with a report. “Sir, the police have officially delivered an apology to Miss Alvarez, and the charges have been dropped.”“Good,” Alexander replied, though his tone remained cold and detached. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk as he drifted into thought.Jonathan hesitated before speaking again, choosing his words with care. “Would you like me to arrange a call with Miss Alvarez? A gesture from you might go a long way in mending things.”Alexander’s eyes flicked toward him, sharp as ever but devoid of anger. Instead, there was something else—hesitation, perhaps? He loathed unresolved matters, and this situation felt particularly tangled. Yet, the idea of reaching out gnawed at his pride.“No need,” he said after a long pause. Jonathan gave a curt nod and quietly left the office, leaving Alexander alone with his thoughts.As the door clicked shut, Alexander leaned back in his chair, exhaling slow

Chapter 12: You and I both know she isn’t yours

Serena’s parted lips trembled faintly, a delicate contrast to her shallow, erratic breaths. The effects of the psychedelic drug made her gaze misty, her usual sharpness was dulled. Her eyes, misted and unfocused, held a vulnerability that tugged at Alexander in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Alexander’s mind flickered with images he had deliberately tried to forget, but her current state brought them rushing back—memories of the way she had looked at him that night.For reasons he couldn’t quite comprehend, his heart skipped a beat.Feeling his steady warmth beneath her trembling fingers, Serena instinctively tightened her grip around him, her petite frame pressing closer against his rigid form. She wasn’t thinking—she couldn’t. All she knew was that Alexander felt like the only anchor in her swirling, feverish world. Michael, standing mere feet away, grew increasingly bewildered. His‘Didn’t Alexander deny that she was his wife earlier today? So what’s going on now?’ His mind spun with

Chapter 13: Send up a set of women’s clothes later

Alexander stood beside the bathtub, his trousers clinging to his legs, soaked from the water Serena had splashed. The damp fabric did little to hide his body’s involuntary reaction—a response he found both unexpected and infuriating. The faint memories of that night, which he had worked hard to suppress, now resurfaced with maddening clarity.He had never imagined that a simple word—honey—could unsettle him like this.“If you’re sober, get out,” he said gruffly, though his voice came out hoarser than intended.Serena’s wet clothes clung to her body, tracing every curve in stark detail. Her long black hair, slick and plastered to her flushed cheeks, made her look like a siren emerging from the depths of the sea—innocent and seductive in equal measure. She smiled faintly, her expression dazed, as if unaware of how disheveled yet alluring she appeared.Feeling the oppressive heat return, Serena shifted, preparing to climb out of the tub. But Alexander wasn’t about to let her. Without hes

Chapter 14: I’m not foolish enough to believe you’re interested in me, Mr. Vanderbilt

Serena stood barefoot, dripping wet, her long hair plastered against her back. Droplets of water trickled down her neck, soaking the towel clutched tightly around her chest. Her bare toes curled subconsciously, as if seeking stability on the cold floor. She looked fragile yet resilient, her discomfort betrayed only by the slight tremble in her posture. Alexander’s gaze flicked down, lingering momentarily on her soaked figure. Her drenched clothes clung tightly to her form, outlining every curve. He closed his laptop with a soft click, leaning back with a sneer. “Honey?” he echoed mockingly, his tone sharp. “You’re not even bothering to hide your agenda anymore, are you?” His words sliced through the already fragile atmosphere, making Serena flinch inwardly. Serena instinctively glanced down at herself, only to notice her current state—drenched, with the outline of her underwear starkly visible beneath the thin towel. Embarrassment surged through her like a tidal wave. Her face, pale

Chapter 15: Actually, I’m married

Alexander froze, certain he had misheard her. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying Serena with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.Serena, unfazed by his silence, retracted her hand with practiced ease, her expression remaining composed. She had expected a reaction—just not this one.“I’ve tried reaching out to you several times, but you didn’t seem interested. Perhaps, since you still have my work in hand, this is a better time to discuss it,” she said smoothly, her voice even and professional. “If so, I assume I still have a chance to make it up to you.”In all his life, Alexander Vanderbilt had never encountered a situation quite like this. He, who always maintained control, now found himself momentarily caught off guard.The words interior designer echoed in his mind. His gaze dropped to the photo he was holding, and for the first time, he noticed the small, neat signature at the bottom—Ava Alvarez. Alongside it was a number, presumably her contact information.A frown creased hi

Chapter 16: Think of it as compensation for that night...

The room grew silent, the ticking of the wall clock amplifying the tension. Alexander remained still, caught off guard by Serena’s composed response. For a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating. Did she just call him her husband? Had she mistaken him for someone else, or was this part of a ploy he didn’t fully understand?Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, Serena’s face was serene as she continued. “I can’t remember what happened that night in detail, and I assume you’ve forgotten as well. I apologize for addressing you improperly earlier.”Her tone was even, devoid of any trace of awkwardness. She shifted the conversation effortlessly back to business. “If you’re interested in my design work, feel free to share your requirements.” Her professionalism made it clear that she had no intention of dwelling on what had transpired. Araminta’s scheming may have led to that night, but Serena wasn’t about to let it dictate her future.Alexander remained silent, his mind drift

Chapter 17: What does your husband do?

Jonathan hovered behind Alexander, prepared to remind him about their meeting, but he paused upon noticing Serena’s presence. His brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in his mind. Is she the woman from last night? What’s going on between her and the boss?The elevator doors slid open, and Serena smiled politely, gesturing for them to enter. “After you,” she said, her tone light and friendly.Alexander didn’t bother with pleasantries. Without a word, he turned to Jonathan. “Head back to the office,” he ordered curtly before stepping into the elevator with Serena.Down in the hotel lobby, the breakfast crowd was already bustling. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air.Serena chose a table by the window, sitting across from Alexander. The waiter arrived promptly, placing two glasses of chilled lemon water before them. The tangy citrus hit Serena’s palate, instantly refreshing her after a sleepless, feverish night.I should grab something to eat before headin

Chapter 18: Shouldn’t someone inform her husband?

Serena casually offered a lie, her tone steady and convincing. “My husband is a programmer.” With a gentle smile, she added, “Marriage requires effort from both sides. I can’t let him bear all the responsibilities alone.” Gracefully, she pushed the coffee toward Alexander. “Even though his income is modest, he takes excellent care of our family.”Her description painted a picture of an ideal partner—one who, ironically, was nothing like Alexander.Curious to gain more insight, Serena asked, “And you, Mr. Vanderbilt? The lady earlier mentioned you’re married. What’s your wife like?”The question caught Alexander off guard. He furrowed his brows slightly, answering bluntly, “I don’t know.”It was an honest admission. He had sent the divorce papers to the Morales family long ago, but there had been no response. His so-called wife seemed content to cling to the Vanderbilt name without any real connection to him.Serena was momentarily stunned by his frankness. Before she could respond, th

Chapter 19: Mr. Morales wants to sell his daughter, but he’s too proud to admit it

Kevin supported Ava, still reeling from Alexander’s earlier comment. Ava is married? He cast a sideways glance at her unconscious face. Over the past five years, since she had joined his studio after college, he’d never seen her close to any man. How could she have a husband?Noticing Kevin’s confusion, Alexander arched a brow and said tersely, “Let’s get her inside first.”Kevin nodded, carefully helping her into the hospital lobby.Alexander had no intention of lingering. He had only brought her here out of professional courtesy—nothing more. Once she was in Kevin’s care, his obligation was fulfilled.On the drive back to Vanderbilt Group headquarters, Alexander’s phone rang. It was Cornelius.“Alexander, have you seen Serena lately? She must be even more beautiful now, right?” Cornelius spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, punctuated by intermittent coughs. His condition was clearly still critical.“Grandpa, focus on resting. Don’t worry about unnecessary things,” Alexander replied, kee

Chapter 20: Here’s the funny part—he has no idea I’m his wife

Rachel had always been refreshingly blunt, her sharp tongue rarely sparing anyone. Yet, beneath her direct manner was genuine concern for those she cared about. It was one of the qualities Serena appreciated most in her longtime friend.Serena lowered her eyes, unable to hide the disappointment weighing heavily on her mind. Her father, Alfonso Morales, was getting old. Never a particularly gifted businessman, his declining health and advancing years had only further dulled his already limited acumen. He seemed more desperate than ever to cling to any lifeline that could salvage his struggling ventures.Rachel, always quick to notice Serena’s mood shifts, decided to steer the conversation in a lighter direction. “So, you mentioned something about getting paid on time. What’s the story? Did you take on a project for Alexander?”Serena sighed, grateful for the change in topic. “Yeah, I landed a deal to design his house in Manhattan.”Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she immediatel

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