All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 461 - Chapter 466

By the time the final guests had settled into their seats, the terrace had transformed entirely. The chandeliers overhead dimmed in deliberate stages until only the runway remained illuminated—an elegant strip of light cutting through the soft darkness like a promise.A hush descended. It was not silence precisely—there was always the faint rustle of silk, the whisper of programmes being folded—but it was the kind of collective stillness that signalled anticipation.The host stepped forward, voice warm and assured. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. This season, we present a collection devoted entirely to formal children’s wear and evening attire, each piece personally designed by Mr. Vanderbilt…”Ava, seated discreetly toward the side of the venue, allowed herself the smallest exhale. She had slipped into an empty chair moments before the introduction concluded, preferring the edge of the audience to its centre. From here she could see the runway clearly without feeling herself observed

Ava did not notice Marie.The instant her eyes met Alexander’s across the terrace, she quickened her pace. The corridor ahead seemed suddenly narrower, the air thinner. If she could just reach the changing room—He was faster.He stepped directly into her path, tall and immovable, his presence cutting off her escape as cleanly as a closed door.“Where are you going?” he demanded.The American edge in his voice was unmistakable—low, controlled, but threaded with irritation.Was she really avoiding him like he was some kind of contagion?“What’s it to you?” Ava shot back, lifting her chin.She attempted to move around him.He shifted right.Blocked again.“Where’s Cello?”“He’s changing,” she replied crisply. “I’m taking him home. If you have nothing urgent to discuss, Mr. Vanderbilt, do allow me to pass.”“The event’s not over. You can’t leave.”Her eyes flashed.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said evenly, though her gaze burned, “I agreed to let my son assist with your fashion show. I did not

At the edge of the dance floor, the music swelled and couples drifted into elegant formation beneath the chandeliers. The moment Alexander’s hold loosened—only slightly—Ava slipped from his arm. Not dramatically. Not rudely. But decisively.“I really must go,” she murmured, already moving briskly toward the exit.Alexander frowned and followed at once. He had barely drawn level with her when a figure appeared before them as if conjured by mischief itself.Ezra.One hand neatly tucked behind his back, the other extended in perfect invitation. His posture was impeccable; his smile, radiant. “May I have this dance?” he asked warmly.Ava nearly sighed aloud. How did this man manage to materialise at the most inconvenient moments? She was already struggling to disentangle herself from one persistent gentleman. She did not require a second.Still— Ezra had stood up for her. For Marcello. He had publicly offended an ambassador on their behalf. Gratitude was not something she ignored lightly.