Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 301 - Bab 310

Serena was pouring herself a cup of coffee in the quiet break room on the top floor when someone brushed past her shoulder. Startled, she turned and found herself face-to-face with Lucca Reinaldi.“Mr. Reinaldi,” she greeted cautiously, her voice low.Lucca slipped inside with practiced ease and nudged the door halfway shut, trapping them in the muted scent of roasted beans and disinfectant. His eyes glinted with something between charm and calculation.“Ava,” he began smoothly, leaning casually against the counter, “your company’s on the rise. I’ll cut straight to it—I can hook you up with three roles in Hollywood. Big ones. You know exactly what that means.” His smile sharpened, though his tone remained deceptively easy. “But there’s one condition—you leave Alexander. Never see him again.”The warmth of the coffee seeped into Serena’s palm, grounding her as the meaning sank in. She understood immediately. This wasn’t just business. It was Chiara. Lucca was trying to clear the path fo

Meanwhile, Serena sat in her office with her laptop open, eyes glued to the endless scroll of online chatter.E.A. Corporation’s name was burning up on the trending lists—for all the wrong reasons.They had fumbled the contract with Gautier, and the internet was roasting them mercilessly. Comment after comment painted E.A. as careless, unprofessional, even doomed. Serena clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to slam the screen shut.She could only curse herself for trusting Jean-Pierre too much. She should have known better than to let her guard down—should have known he’d set her up.By the time the clock struck eight, she was still at the office, waiting. Papers lay scattered across her desk, her untouched coffee long gone cold.At last, Lucca strode in, carrying a thick folder under one arm. He dropped it onto the table with a self-satisfied grin.“Ms. Morales,” he said, sliding the pages toward her, “look at these three roles. Happy? These are our top IPs. Global productions, massi

Serena’s stomach turned. She fought to keep her disgust from twisting her face, her gaze sharpening like a blade. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I was once married into the Vanderbilt family. You are my elder. To say something so base—don’t you think that demeans you?”Justin chuckled, his eyes glinting with something vile. He raised his hand, fingertips reaching for her cheek. Serena jerked back just in time, her expression turning to ice.“Stop pretending,” Justin sneered. “You’re divorced from Alexander, but you still share his bed. He’s still obsessed with you. That doesn’t happen without… extraordinary skill. Far better than Victoria, I imagine. Isn’t that your true strength?”Serena’s breath caught—not out of shock, but from how utterly revolting he sounded now that he had dropped his mask. His arrogance reeked of someone convinced Alexander was already doomed, someone who thought himself untouchable.Then her eyes narrowed with sudden cunning. She darted a look behind him and shouted, “Alexa

After hanging up, Serena sat frozen at her desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered before her. The words on the page blurred together, meaningless. Her mind kept circling back to last night—the raw intensity of it, the weight of it—and the cruel twist that followed.She hadn’t expected him to still have the energy to find another woman.A hollow, bitter laugh slipped past her lips. The sound was sharp and humorless in the quiet office. She pressed her teeth into her lower lip, remembering her agreement with Lucca, and forced the ache in her chest down where it couldn’t reach her expression.With a steadying breath, she pulled her phone closer and tapped open her chat with Miriam.---At that same moment, in a dimly lit clinic tucked away in a back alley, Miriam pushed herself upright on a narrow hospital bed. Her gaze fell on the waste bin nearby, where a blood-soaked bundle sat discarded, its form unrecognizable. A wave of nausea rose in her throat, and she gripped the sheets u

Before Serena even opened her eyes, the sharp tang of disinfectant stung her nose, dragging her halfway back to consciousness. Voices echoed faintly in her ears—one voice in particular, sharp, furious, impossible to ignore.Alexander.“Didn’t you say she’d wake up soon? Why is she still unconscious? Are you a quack?” His words cracked like a whip, laced with panic that no amount of authority could disguise.The doctor, caught in the storm, stammered nervously, “Mr. Vanderbilt, Ms. Morales suffered severe hypoxia. Her brain and body need time. It isn’t unusual—please, give her a little longer.”Alexander’s glare could have set the room ablaze. “If she dies,” he hissed, his voice cold enough to freeze blood, “this hospital is finished.”The doctor froze, lips parting but no words finding their way out.How could Alexander calm down? His chest still felt hollow, his pulse raw from the terror he’d endured. He could still see it—the image of the submerged car on the live broadcast, the lic