Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire’s V1rgin Ex-Wife: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

The manager adjusted his tie nervously as he explained, “This villa functions similarly to Roastercoast Garden—high-end, secluded, tailored for elite use. The scenery is breathtaking, and the water quality here is pristine. But the location is remote. A standalone development would be difficult to sustain. The beach alone isn’t enough to draw crowds.”He cast a quick glance toward Alexander.“Previous developers backed out one after another. They considered the risk too high for the reward.”But now, with the Vanderbilt family making sweeping moves across Charleston, adding this plot of land to their portfolio would be effortless—an afterthought, really. A few million more meant nothing when you were already investing billions.The manager hesitated before broaching the real concern. “There was a sandstorm here. Just once, ten years ago. But if it happens again—if people are injured, or worse—it’ll destroy the location’s reputation. That's the hesitation. No one wants a tourist haven t

Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you for being so loyal and supportive. Please enjoy this freebie as a token of genuine appreciation from this author. Yours, Ethan---Inside the quiet, sand-laced halls of the villa, the managers exchanged uneasy glances. For a man as calculating and composed as Alexander Vanderbilt, rushing out into a raging dust storm—just for a woman—was unthinkable. Uncharacteristic. Reckless, even.And yet, he had.With the roads nearly invisible and the winds threatening to uproot trees, no one could say whether he'd make it back safely. The sheer thought was unsettling.Slowly, the group’s collective gaze shifted toward Uncle Marco.Everyone knew Ava was his niece.Marco stood stiffly, his jaw tight, the heat of humiliation slowly crawling up his neck. Ava had once been Charleston’s golden girl—the pride of her small community. When she graduated, her name was printed in local newspapers, her photo hung in coffee shops, her story whispered with pride at dinner table

Serena stared at Alexander’s text messages on her phone, her fingers frozen above the screen. A strange tightness settled in her chest—a whisper of intuition that something bigger was coming. If Alexander chose to get involved, it would only be a matter of time before he uncovered her true identity.And yet, how could she be blamed for this chaos?It was Madam Vivienne Vanderbilt who had crossed the line first—shaming her, ripping apart her belongings, destroying a painting that couldn’t be replaced.Across town at Westchester Manor, Madam Vanderbilt was fuming. She had sent someone to demand an explanation from Mr. Vanderbilt Sr., expecting support. But his response had been as cold as it was dismissive: "You solve the problems you create yourself."The words rang in her ears like a slap.She clutched the armrest of her gilded sofa, her face dark with fury. Her scalp prickled as blood rushed to her head. That wretched girl—how dare she challenge her?Cordelia stood nearby, equally on

The room was already buzzing when Mr. Remmington carefully set the two paintings aside and began rolling up the torn one. His normally serene expression was furrowed with obvious displeasure.“Who tore this?” he asked, his tone sharp, the reverence he held for his own work bleeding through each word. “I spent more than a month painting this. What a waste.”His eyes scanned the room and landed on Serena, who met his gaze with calm defiance. Wordlessly, she raised a finger and pointed—straight at Madam Vanderbilt.The color drained from Vivienne Vanderbilt’s face.Mr. Remmington’s brows knitted further. “Madam Vanderbilt, are you saying you destroyed my painting?”“W-Wait a minute!” she stammered. “You mean… that painting is real?”His stare was scathing. “Of course it’s real. I painted it with my own hands. How could I not recognize my own work?”Gasps rippled through the audience.“I was offered three hundred million at the last auction for that piece, and I refused to sell it,” he add

Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you for your support & understanding. This author will publish 2 chapters every day (1 paying & 1 freebie) this month for quick readers — as the chapter will all turned to paying by the end of the month Jun 30 or else this author will have to face an angry editor. Grazie mille. yours, ECAt the rooftop bar of 230 Fifth, the city lights sprawled like a glittering blanket below, but inside, the energy buzzed from something else entirely—gossip.Hugo slammed his palm on the wooden table, nearly tipping over a few glasses. "You guys should’ve seen it! She pointed right at Victoria’s nose and called her a mistress. Madam Vanderbilt was so furious she fainted on the spot. First lawsuit of her life, and she’s almost seventy!" he said with unrestrained glee.The circle around him burst into laughter. Most of them hadn’t attended the Laurent family's gathering and were now hanging on Hugo’s every word, sipping their cocktails with widened eyes.Hugo swirled the am