Todos os capítulos de Billionaire’s V1rgin Ex-Wife: Capítulo 421 - Capítulo 430

Ava barely managed to pull her dress together, the fabric clinging damply to her skin as she hastily tied her wet hair into a loose knot. A towel wrapped around her body, water still dripping from her shoulders, she stood there fuming—her pulse unsteady and her irritation simmering from what had just happened with that infuriating man.That guy… She clenched her jaw, recalling the faint smirk on Alexander’s face before she stormed off. The memory made her cheeks burn—not entirely from embarrassment.“Hey there!” A sharp, mocking voice cut through the hallway. “Miss Vega, who are you trying to seduce with this wet-body routine?”Ava froze briefly, then lowered the towel she was using to wipe her face. Across the corridor, leaning casually by the elevator doors, was Imogen Harlow—her expression laced with derision.Ava’s gaze cooled instantly. “I’m not as idle as Manager Harlow,” she replied evenly, her tone calm but edged with quiet authority. She pulled out her wireless microphone from

Hot water cascaded over her skin, washing away the exhaustion that had clung to her bones since morning. Steam filled the bathroom, blurring the edges of the mirror until the world around her became little more than warmth and haze.Still, no amount of heat could melt the image that flickered before her closed eyes—Alexander’s face.His voice, low and deliberate, seemed to echo against the tiles:“Was it you that night, seven years ago?”The memory struck like a ripple through still water. She’d thought—no, hoped—that he had forgotten that night completely. Seven years should have been enough to bury it, to erase every trace. Yet his words earlier proved otherwise.Ava drew a sharp breath and ran a trembling hand through her wet hair.“Enough,” she whispered to herself, voice echoing faintly in the steam.She pressed her palms against her face, wiping away both water and thought, as if she could rinse him from her mind just as easily. Then, with mechanical precision, she reached for

Ava snapped back to reality and yanked the building door open, the chill of the night air rushing against her skin as she stepped outside.The Bentley was still there, its black surface glinting under the streetlight. Finn had just closed the passenger door and was rounding the bonnet when he saw her appear on the steps.He hesitated, unsure whether to intervene. The driver, out of courtesy, lowered the window on Alexander’s side.Ava stopped midway down the stairs, her breath steady but her heart still unquiet. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said clearly, her tone sharp and formal, “you needn’t waste your efforts. I’m not interested in you.”Inside the car, Alexander turned his head slightly — the faintest movement — his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard. His blue eyes found hers through the open window, cool and fathomless as deep water.“I’m interested in you,” he said simply.The words landed like a challenge.Ava opened her mouth, then closed it again, utterly at a lo

The moment Ava stepped out of the lift, Finn Huntley was already waiting. The man’s polished smile and immaculate posture practically screamed assistant to a Vanderbilt.“Miss Vega,” he greeted, dipping his head politely. “Good morning.”Ava stopped mid-stride, tilting her head. “Mr. Huntley, what a surprise. You were looking for me?”“Yes,” he said pleasantly, though his eyes betrayed the faintest flicker of nerves. “Mr. Vanderbilt would like to see you in his suite. He’s prepared a gift for you.”Ava’s brows arched. A gift? From him?It was barely nine in the morning. What game was that man playing now?She glanced around — a few members of staff were watching from down the hall, whispering behind their hands. Maintaining her poise, Ava smiled thinly.“Please tell Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said lightly, “that I’m very busy with work and have no time for such… childish diversions.”She turned to walk away.“Miss Vega,” Finn called after her, still smiling though his tone had grown more ca

“Tastes different from yesterday,” Alexander murmured, his tone light yet deliberate. “Did you change your lipstick?”Any sensible person would’ve caught the insinuation — a casual dagger dressed in silk. He was still referring to the kiss.Before Ava could retort, Ezra’s smooth voice chimed in. “Oh, that reminds me…” He pressed a finger thoughtfully to his chin. “Ayvee, is my coat still with you?”The name rolled off his tongue lightly, deliberately.Ava blinked — his coat?Even though they were standing in her office when he’d left it there, Ezra’s words carried a hint of easy familiarity that was impossible to ignore.And judging by the faint arch of his brow and the knowing glance he sent toward Alexander, it was entirely intentional.The air between the two men changed — thin, sharp, electric.Ezra looked almost casual, but Ava knew him well enough to see the flicker of restrained anger in his eyes. He had been careful around her for months — cautious, measured, never crossing a