Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 271 - Bab 280

When Serena stepped into Jared’s hospital room for the second time, she nearly collided with a group of sharply dressed men gathered around the bed, one of whom held a check. At the front of the group stood a familiar figure—Alexander Vanderbilt’s lawyer. She remembered him well; he was the one who had coldly handed her the divorce papers, crisp and unsigned, like a formal end to a chapter she hadn’t yet closed.Her gaze sharpened. Why would Alexander’s people be in Jared’s room?The lawyer stepped forward, his tone polite but practiced. “Mr. Garcia, we’ve come to offer compensation. Here is a check for $300,000. We sincerely hope you’ll refrain from pressing charges or involving law enforcement further.”Jared, lying weakly against the hospital pillows, flinched at the sight of the unfamiliar men. His face was pale, eyes wary. As if on instinct, he yanked the blanket higher over himself, shrinking into the mattress like prey before a predator. The money meant nothing to him. He didn’

The fluorescent lights in the police station buzzed with a steady hum, casting a stark white glare that made the room feel more like a surgical theater than a holding cell. Serena sat on the cold metal bench, her limbs heavy with exhaustion and disbelief. It all felt like a fever dream she couldn’t wake from.“Why’d you go after Cordelia?” the officer demanded, his tone sharp. “Got a personal vendetta, or were you just looking for trouble?”He leaned in, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. “Think carefully. Every word you say can and will be used against you in court.”Serena squinted up at him, trying to focus on his face through her dazed haze, but his features were a blur—just another voice pressing her deeper into the nightmare.After nearly four hours of relentless questioning, they finally moved her to a smaller room. It was spartan, but not entirely bleak—a narrow bed lined one wall, a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. Not comfortable, but at least not concrete and

Dear Gentle Readers, Firstly this author would like to apologize for the timeline-confusion in Chapter 262 (perhaps the worsened flu has gotten its way into his ability of simple copy & paste). It has been fixed at his end but his editor needs to approve it first before it is fixed at readers’ end. That being said, thank you Massiline Makichi for noticing and please enjoy this freebie chapter as a token of apology and gratitude for your continuous support. Yours, E.C. P.S. while this author was checking this chapter again and again before updating, he notices comment about being changed twice for same words or so, please forgive this author and know that it is NOT intentional. This author has never cheated on his readers and always give freebies chapter (against his editor’s wishes and the correct way to publish here) whenever he could ... ***In the other car, Alexander Vanderbilt sat in silence, reclining in the driver’s seat, the window slightly cracked to let in the crisp mount

Lucca Reinaldi had been making waves in New York City lately, and anyone with a shred of influence knew exactly who he was. His name carried weight, his reputation sharper than a blade. So when he appeared in the doorway of that seedy private room, the tension inside snapped like a pulled thread.The men inside froze, instinctively zipping up and stumbling back like guilty schoolboys. Whitney, disheveled and tear-streaked, began to sob as the weight of what could’ve happened crashed down on her.Lucca turned toward Serena, his voice low but firm. “Is this the girl you’re looking for?”Serena gave a silent nod. One look at the trembling figure in the corner had been enough—Whitney was in deep, and luck had only barely swung her way.“You take her,” Lucca said, his tone brooking no argument. “I’ll deal with them.”“Thank you.” Serena didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and reached for Whitney’s arm.Whitney blinked through her tears, trying to focus. “Who... who are you?”“I’m Serena,”

The next morning, Serena stepped out of Le Châteauesque Manor, her heels clicking sharply against the polished stone steps. The early sunlight cut across the estate’s sculpted hedges and stately marble columns, but Serena’s mind was already miles ahead—on contracts, leverage, and the chessboard that was the entertainment world.She had already contacted her lawyer, instructing them to make Ruiz Star Entertainment cover Whitney’s contract termination f*e. Simon had handled Whitney’s contract meticulously; her lawyer barely had to lift a finger to make the case airtight.But back at Ruiz Star, Anita Ruiz was seething.Losing yet another rising star to Serena was an insult she could no longer stomach. First Serena had stolen a prized script, then Simon himself, and now Whitney—their brightest new talent.Later that afternoon, Anita found herself at a high-end restaurant downtown, clinking her wine glass absently as she tried to ignore the weight of failure pressing on her chest. That’s wh