All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

When Serena arrived at the manor, her first thought was whether Alexander had skipped his medication that afternoon. To her mild surprise, she found the pill bottle neatly capped and the dosage already taken.Relieved, she set her bag down and slipped into the bathroom. The scent of alcohol still clung stubbornly to her, so she lingered under the hot spray, washing away the evening’s haze until her skin flushed pink. By the time she stepped out, dressed in soft pajamas, her hair damp and loose, she was greeted by an unexpected sight.Alexander, propped against the pillows, was watching entertainment news.Serena raised a brow, amusement flickering across her face. “You? Watching this kind of thing?”She remembered Cornelius once mentioning how Alexander never paid attention to anything outside work. Abroad, his world had been contracts, markets, and power plays—never the shallow chatter of television gossip.Alexander’s lips curved into a half-snort. “How else would I know you went ou

The statements were taken quickly, one after another, until the tension in the room thinned just enough for people to start leaving. Beatrice was the first to rise. Her heels clicked against the floor as she passed Serena, her chin tilted high in defiance.“This is just the start,” she declared, her voice carrying a venomous edge. “Wes, Whitney, Simon—within a month, they’ll all be dead.”Serena slowly lifted her gaze. Her face was expressionless, pale under the harsh fluorescent lights, but her eyes locked on Beatrice with a weight that made the other woman falter.Beatrice had expected indifference, maybe even fear—but not that unblinking, cold stillness. The stare burrowed under her skin, sending a tremor down her spine.For a fleeting second, Beatrice shivered. Realizing it, shame rushed in hot and fast, stoking her anger. She hated that Serena could strip her confidence so easily, hated the humiliation that lingered in her chest.No. She wanted to live. She would live. Life meant

The two bodyguards had already dragged Edmund down to the first floor. For a moment, they considered shoving him down the marble staircase—quick, efficient, and brutal—but the thought of flashing cameras and hungry reporters outside gave them pause. Any slip would snowball into a scandal that could tarnish E.A. Corporation’s reputation. Instead, they hauled Edmund like a sack of grain to the side of the building and dumped him unceremoniously into a flower bed.Edmund had driven himself to the building that morning, full of his usual swagger, never once imagining that Serena would push him to the point of collapse. Nor could he have foreseen that when he lost consciousness, she wouldn’t call for an ambulance or even bother to check on him. To her, he wasn’t worth the effort—just dead weight for her men to discard outside like refuse.When Edmund finally came to, the world felt gritty and wrong. His designer suit was streaked with dust and soil, and every time a car sped past on the bu

Justin’s expression shifted from stormy rage to something colder, more calculating. His eyes swept over the circle of relatives gathered in the room, their faces pinched with anger and indignation. For a long moment, he let the silence stretch, savoring their hostility toward Alexander.Finally, he sighed, his voice low and heavy. “You all see it, don’t you? Ever since he got entangled with Serena, he’s cared less and less for the family. He disregards us, disregards tradition. Now, while he still holds fewer shares, we must strike. We need to push him out of the Vanderbilt family once and for all.”The words hung in the air like smoke.Diana’s face was stiff, her mouth pressed into a hard line. Alexander’s behavior wasn’t just reckless—it was insulting, a blatant slap to the dignity of his elders. If the rumors were true, if he had indeed raised his hand against Cornelius, then he wasn’t just reckless; he was dangerous. A loose cannon who could tear the Vanderbilt family apart from w

Alexander’s gaze swept across the room, sharp and unwavering, his eyes narrowing like a blade catching light. His voice broke the silence, steady and cold enough to chill the air.“Justin, did I not beat enough sense into you last time? What gives you the courage to threaten me again today?”The color drained and then flared back into Justin’s face, a furious shade of crimson. The reminder struck deep. Last time, Alexander had humiliated him—knocked him flat in front of Serena—and the memory still burned like acid in his chest. Now, dragged into the open once more, Justin’s pride crumbled. He clenched his fists at his side but said nothing, swallowing rage along with humiliation.Without waiting for an answer, Alexander pushed open the heavy glass door of the conference room, the hinges groaning faintly as though aware of the tension clinging to the air. Jonathan trailed close behind, his steps deliberate, his eyes darting between Alexander and the gathering storm outside.Jonathan ha