บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

When Serena woke, the morning had long since slipped away—her phone glowed with the time: 10:17 a.m.Her head pounded like a distant drum, her limbs heavy and sluggish. As she slowly sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Shivering slightly, she groped for her nightstand and downed a dose of cold medicine. The moment she tried to descend the stairs, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed.Aunt Torres, hearing the noise, rushed over from the kitchen. Her eyes widened in concern as she reached out and touched Serena’s forehead. “Ms. Morales, you’re burning up. Just cold medicine won’t be enough. You need to take something for the fever too.”Serena nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just go in later—”Before she could finish, her phone buzzed on the counter. The caller ID flashed: Marilyn.She answered immediately. “What’s wrong?”“Ms. Morales,” Marilyn’s voice came through in a panic, “something’s happened to Whitney!”That jolted Serena more

The atmosphere in the car was heavy with unspoken tension.Serena sat silently in the back seat, her eyes fixed on her phone. She hadn’t said a word since they got in. Jonathan drove up front, quiet as always, while Alexander sat beside her, their legs barely brushing—yet the warmth of that subtle contact radiated through the thin fabric of her trousers like a live wire.Outside, the city lights flickered past the windows, casting soft, shifting shadows that played across Serena’s face. The dim interior of the car only amplified the contrast between her stillness and the occasional flicker of emotion that crossed her features.Ten minutes passed.She hadn’t even looked his way once.Alexander’s initial frustration gradually morphed into helplessness. He studied her profile—the tight line of her lips, the way her hand rested on her knee, her posture slightly rigid. She looked as though she were lost in thought, weary from whatever had burdened her day. Her eyes eventually fluttered clos

Inside the softly lit hospital room, the scent of antiseptic clung to the air like static. Simon lay back against the pillow, his right arm in a cast, propped carefully on a cushion. The pale blue sheets were rumpled from Whitney’s restless movements. She had been crying non-stop for nearly two hours.“Simon, it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry,” Whitney sniffled, her voice cracking.Simon winced—not from the pain in his arm, but from the relentless pressure in his head. Her sobs had drilled into his skull like a slow, aching pulse since the moment she stepped in.“It’s nothing,” he murmured, trying to sound dismissive, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed his discomfort.Whitney shook her head and climbed onto the edge of the bed, unable to hold back. In a surge of emotion, she flung herself into his chest. Her arms wrapped around him with desperate familiarity, and he stiffened instantly.Her soft curves pressed awkwardly against his torso, and the heat from her body seeped through the

"Alexander, man, enough with the booze," Hugo said, stepping in and eyeing the half-empty bottle in his friend’s hand. "You keep going like that, and you're gonna be completely hammered."He looked around the dimly lit lounge, hoping for some backup. "Come on, guys, a little help here? Don’t leave me to play babysitter alone."Colton didn't even glance up from the tablet where he was scrolling through playlists. He shrugged, his tone indifferent. "Never had my heart broken. Can’t relate. Let him drink—maybe blacking out will help him forget."Mikhail, seated quietly in the corner with a glass of untouched whiskey, gave no reply. He was always the silent one, too busy with classified missions and international chaos to be bothered with romance.Out of the four of them, none had truly been in love.Colton lived for strategy and control, never letting emotion interfere with power.Hugo played the field, charming and nonchalant, the type to flirt shamelessly at a gala and forget the girl’

The online scandal had pulled the Whitehall family straight into the chaos, and considering Beatrice’s long history of public blunders, it was almost bizarre that no one from the Whitehall side had reached out to her—no apology, no explanation. Just radio silence.Alexander, ever perceptive, noticed Serena’s mood had lightened a bit. He decided to press his advantage. “Make sure you come back early tonight,” he said casually, but the look he shot Jonathan was anything but.Jonathan picked up the cue immediately and added, “Mr. Vanderbilt, you’ve also got a company meeting to attend tonight. Justin’s been acting unusually aggressive lately. And with that ten percent of your shares gone… I’m worried he’s looking to align with the other board members to undermine you. Things could turn ugly fast.”Serena, who had been switching out of her heels, froze mid-motion. Her brows drew together. “Wait—what do you mean, ten percent of the shares are gone?” Her voice cut through the air, sharp and