All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Ava had just reached the third floor when a sleazy man veered into her path. His hand, reeking of alcohol and arrogance, reached toward her chest. She stepped back, trying to dodge, but he moved again, persistent and entitled.Disgusted, Ava finally broke free of him, slipping through a nearby crowd and sinking onto a velvet sofa in the corner. She tried to catch her breath, brushing her hands down the fabric of her dress, only to find her reprieve cut short.From the far end of the hall, a familiar group of women strolled toward her—Victoria Laurent at the center, flanked by a circle of glossy-haired socialites and minor celebrities. Ava’s heart sank. Of all the people she might have run into tonight, Victoria was the last she wanted to see.Victoria pretended not to notice her at first, though her gaze briefly flicked over. But Ava’s dress made her impossible to ignore. It was a couture piece—fluid silk with rare embroidery that shimmered under the light. Every movement whispered ex

Dear Gentle Readers, There are a few paragraphs missing from previous chapter when this author copied from his word file to here : The suite was elegantly appointed but clearly meant for two. A single, spacious bedroom opened into a sunlit living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking view of the open sea. Pale linen curtains danced lightly in the breeze, drawn in from a narrow balcony where a bottle of champagne waited in a silver bucket of ice. Every inch of the room spoke of intimacy—plush throw pillows arranged on the wide sectional couch, two robes hanging side by side in the marble-clad bathroom, a bed far too large for one.It was the kind of suite usually reserved for lovers, or at the very least, couples whose closeness wouldn’t raise eyebrows within their social circle.She didn’t need a manual to understand the message behind the room’s design—or the intent behind the booking.Cornelius had arranged it this way. When he handed Serena the cruise ticke

"Alexander, you and Serena are getting divorced in ten days." Cornelius's voice was firm but calm, lined with fatigue. "Keep the day after free. Since you’ve already signed the certificate, let’s at least have a farewell dinner. Don’t make it too bitter, alright?"His suggestion wasn’t just a formality—it was his way of offering closure. A quiet meal. A symbolic end. He wanted things to settle, for past grudges to fade gently rather than erupt into finality.Alexander, however, looked less inclined toward sentiment. Sitting at his office desk, he slowly reached for a crisp tissue and began dabbing an invisible smudge from the sleeve of his charcoal-gray suit. His movements were meticulous, but his irritation simmered just beneath the surface.“We’ll talk about it later,” he replied, tone flat.Cornelius’s voice rose, the edge of exasperation breaking through. “You jerk! You can’t even spare a night for dinner? She’s agreed to part peacefully—ten days, no fuss. What more do you want? Is

After a long day of work, Ava found herself staring at her phone, her thumb hesitating over the keyboard. Finally, with a subtle exhale, she sent a message to Alexander.[Mr. Vanderbilt, fancy a drink tonight? Broadway Bar. Private booth.]It was a bold move. She had never initiated plans with him before. This was the first time she invited him anywhere.Across the city, Alexander had been preparing for an important evening meeting when the message popped up on his screen. For a brief moment, he simply stared at it—then closed the document he’d been reviewing and turned to Jonathan.“Reschedule my evening,” he said coolly.Jonathan blinked. “Now, sir? It’s only four o’clock.”Alexander rose from his chair, unhurried and unbothered, and picked up the suit jacket hanging beside him. A faint glint flickered in his eyes. “Drop me at the hotel. I need to change.”Jonathan raised a brow. It wasn’t like Alexander to be concerned about wardrobe—not when every suit he owned was custom-tailored

Serena sat quietly on a bench inside the courthouse, her hands clasped together in her lap as she waited—still. The scent of floor polish lingered faintly in the sterile air, and the fluorescent lights above cast a dull glow across the room. It had been four hours since Cornelius spoke to her that morning. Four hours since he said there would be a resolution today.She had come prepared—mentally, emotionally—to face Alexander and sign the end of their marriage. Yet, by two o'clock in the afternoon, no one had reached out. No call. No message. No sign of Cornelius. No word from Alexander.Serena wasn’t popular in the Vanderbilt family, and the cold shoulder extended even here. Staff moved in and out of adjacent rooms, speaking in hushed tones, yet no one approached her. The corridor buzzed with movement, but she sat invisible among them.Finally, with her patience fraying, she took out her phone and sent a quiet message to Alexander from her private number:Serena: [Mr. Vanderbilt, when