Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Serena’s lips parted, ready to snap back, but the words stuck in her throat. She remembered her promise to Lucca—his warning, his favor she had already accepted. Wes was far away in Hollywood, yet here she was, caught in a room with Alexander Vanderbilt, his presence looming over her like a storm cloud.A sharp pang of guilt twisted in her chest. She gripped the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles whitened, her nails digging into the fabric as if she could claw herself out of the moment. For a fleeting second, she hated herself—hated how torn she felt, how powerless.But no matter what, she knew the truth: she could never beat Chiara.Her voice came out low, almost defensive. “You don’t know him.”Alexander’s gaze darkened. His tone was cold enough to chill the air. “You haven’t slept with him, right?”Serena shook her head faintly. “No.”The ice in his eyes didn’t melt. He studied her as if he were peeling away her layers, searching for a lie beneath her skin. His jaw flexed, then he sh

Italy glittered under the night sky, the streets alive with golden lights and restless energy. From the rooftop terrace, Alexander had the city spread out before him like a jewel—crowded piazzas pulsing with laughter, distant cathedral domes gleaming under the moon, and winding streets that never truly slept.He ended a call and tossed the phone aside, lifting his glass of deep red wine. The alcohol burned slightly as it slid down his throat, doing little to steady the restlessness coiling inside him. His gaze drifted over the pool beside him, the water shimmering in sapphire ripples beneath the soft glow of lanterns. A platter of fruit and chilled drinks sat untouched at the table’s edge.The scene was picture-perfect. The kind of setting made for two.If Serena were here, it would’ve been more than perfect.He could imagine her slipping into the pool, the reflection of city lights dancing across her skin. Maybe he’d steal a kiss, or two… and if she didn’t stop him, things could easi

The night was heavy with silence as Serena pressed her foot on the gas. The car hummed steadily, headlights cutting through the endless stretch of dark road. From the passenger seat came the faint sound of Miriam sniffling, the kind of quiet sobs that trembled in her chest.Serena didn’t press her for words. She simply kept her focus on the road, hands steady on the wheel, giving Miriam the space to crumble without judgment.She had memorized Miriam’s address earlier, and after nearly an hour of driving, the car finally rolled into a narrow street lined with modest homes. The warm glow of light spilling through the curtains of Miriam’s house made Serena slow her breath. Her parents were still awake, waiting.Without a word, Serena reached for the box of tissues in the console and pulled one free, extending it across the console. “Wipe your face. Your parents are probably still up.”Miriam accepted it with trembling hands, dabbing at her swollen eyes. Her voice was hoarse, almost broken

By the time the clock struck noon, sunlight streamed lazily across the office windows, casting long golden lines across Serena’s desk. She finally set her pen down, her wrist sore after hours of signing documents and reviewing reports.The mountain of paperwork for the month was nearly conquered. Training programs for the company’s new actors were underway—renowned teachers had been brought in to coach them in posture, diction, and the finer points of performance. Progress was steady.On top of that, Ray Rossi’s film project had officially entered production, and Wes had already flown out for a Hollywood gig. With everything moving in the right direction, Serena felt she could breathe for the first time in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she could afford a few days of rest.She stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders cracking, then collapsed into the leather sofa tucked against the wall of her office. The cushions welcomed her with a sigh, and she closed her eyes, tempted by the id

Hugo hadn’t expected to find Serena inside. From outside the heavy oak door, he called out, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and suspicion.“What’s going on at Manhattan Villa? Did someone rob you?”When he finally stepped through the iron gate, the sight that greeted him made his jaw slacken. The once-pristine driveway was marred with deep tire tracks, the gate was bent out of shape, and debris littered the path like scars left by a violent quarrel. His chest tightened. Who could possibly harbor such venom to trash Alexander’s estate like this?The servants, having earlier witnessed Alexander and Serena in a heated tangle, had all wisely vanished. The mansion felt oddly hollow, stripped of its usual hush of order. Inside, Alexander had no choice but to answer the door himself.The moment it opened, Layla stood there.She had clearly spent hours perfecting her look, painting herself into an uncanny echo of Serena. Under the glow of morning light, the similarities were unsettling—y