Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Alexander sat at the head of the long mahogany table, perfectly composed, his posture regal yet relaxed. His fingertips tapped a slow rhythm against the polished surface, each beat echoing in the silent conference room. He looked for all the world like a man with time to spare, unconcerned by the storm he had just unleashed.Finally, he lifted his gaze, his voice calm but cutting.“Justin, to buy those twenty percent shares from Mr. Saverio, you mortgaged everything you own, drained your cash reserves, and borrowed four hundred million dollars from the bank. Tell me—how exactly do you plan to pay that back?”The question hung in the air like a guillotine.Alexander’s eyes glinted with quiet amusement as they swept across the room, but the family members sitting along the sides recoiled as though pierced by ice. Moments ago, they had been whispering with confidence, emboldened by Justin’s apparent triumph. Now, under Alexander’s gaze, they shrank into their seats, their earlier bravado

The city lights shimmered across the windshield as Chiara slipped back into the car, the night air trailing behind her like a faint perfume of rain and perfume. Lucca sat behind the wheel, one hand gripping the steering column, his profile sharp in the glow of the dashboard lights. His brows were furrowed, his expression a mix of restraint and quiet disapproval.“You shouldn’t have come tonight,” he said at last, his voice low but edged with reproach.Chiara let out a small laugh, brushing an invisible speck from her dress. “Oh, come now, Lucca. Because I came, everyone’s talking about me and Alexander.” Her tone carried both satisfaction and defiance. “No one’s even mentioning Serena anymore. My background, my family, my connection to Alexander—it’s all far more dazzling than hers.” She tilted her chin slightly, the streetlight cutting a golden edge across her cheekbone. “If Serena ends up with him, people will just think she’s some Cinderella he picked up out of pity. And Alexander—h

The truck rumbled to a halt before a sprawling villa, its headlights slicing through the pale mist that hung low over the grounds. The engine’s hum died, leaving only the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze.Chiara stepped out first, her heels clicking smartly against the cobblestone driveway. A servant immediately emerged to take the crate containing Snowball—the great white wolf with eyes like shards of ice—and carried it carefully inside.Chiara’s gaze swept over to the sleek black car parked nearby. She recognized it instantly. With a faint smile, she walked toward it, her perfume drifting faintly through the cool air. When she reached the window, she knocked—softly, almost playfully.Serena sat still in the driver’s seat, her profile faintly illuminated by the dashboard lights. Her jaw was set, her hands motionless on the steering wheel. She didn’t roll down the window.Chiara tilted her head, observing her in the dim reflection. She had guessed it already—the wolf wasn’t

The internet was on fire.Just when everyone thought Anita couldn’t sink any lower, Ruiz Star Entertainment dropped a bombshell—she had resigned.But the announcement only poured gasoline on the flames.[Resign? That’s it? She should be in jail!][We need a full investigation into Ruiz Star Entertainment! They’ve been shady for years!][Remember that scandal with E.A. Corporation? Serena was the one who exposed it! That whole company’s rotten to the core!][You can’t just “resign” your way out of criminal behavior. Something’s being covered up.]By noon, hashtags accusing Ruiz Star Entertainment of corruption and exploitation were trending across every platform.Yet, despite the public outrage, the company remained eerily quiet. Their only statement—“Anita has resigned due to personal reasons”—felt like a slap in the face.As hours passed, the situation escalated.Three small-time actors, shaking with courage, came forward on social media, revealing horrifying stories of being coerce

The day had started like any other—sharp heels echoing against the marble floors, sunlight slanting through the glass facade of E.A. Studios, and Serena’s mind occupied with business. She was supposed to meet a renowned film director for lunch, someone she’d been trying to sign to her company for weeks.By noon, she and Marilyn descended into the underground parking lot, their conversation a mix of scheduling details and light laughter. The air was cool and faintly metallic, echoing with distant engine hums.The moment they stepped into the car, the world shattered—literally.A deafening crash! erupted as the side window exploded inward, scattering shards of glass like rain.Marilyn gasped and opened her mouth to scream, but before a sound could escape, a dark figure struck the back of her neck. Her body went limp, collapsing into the seat beside her.Serena froze. Her instincts screamed danger. She twisted toward the front&