Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Ava had no idea that the news she unintentionally leaked earlier could have led to a disaster. As she was about to leave Charleston, she realized she had forgotten her phone charger in the courtyard. Letting out a sigh, she turned the car around and headed back.The narrow streets were packed with pedestrians and vehicles, a common sight in the small, bustling town that lacked proper urban planning. Cars crawled along at a snail’s pace, testing Ava’s patience as the sun bore down mercilessly on the dusty roads. What should have been a thirty minute drive stretched into an agonizing hour. By the time Ava reached the courtyard, she was simmering with frustration.As she approached, the scene at the gate stopped her in her tracks. A small crowd had gathered near the entrance, their curious murmurs filling the air. Among them were the two executives she had seen the day before, both visibly anxious. Alexander stood at the center of the commotion, his imposing figure radiating displeasure.

Ava’s mind raced as she held her phone, realizing the urgency of the situation. She needed to warn Aunt Torres to hide Rex immediately. Alexander’s well-documented allergy to dog fur could trigger an attack if Rex was anywhere nearby. Moreover, Alexander had seen Rex before—recognition was inevitable.Her heart thudded as she dialed Aunt Torres, her fingers slightly trembling. The voice from the front seat cut through her thoughts."Sir, your grandfather said the wedding house prepared for you is just ahead. He will arrive in about two days and plans to inspect your living situation with that person," Jonathan said, his tone carrying a hint of disdain as he deliberately emphasized "that person."Not only did Alexander hold a dispassionate view of Ava, but Jonathan’s disdain for her was equally evident. To him, the Morales family had long crossed the boundaries of propriety. Their actions since the engagement with the Vanderbilt family were nothing short of opportunistic. If it hadn’t

Cordelia’s sneer cut through the air, sharp and condescending. “It’s not about what she did wrong. It’s about how the Morales family doesn’t match up to the Vanderbilt family. You should be aware of this. If it weren’t for her saving Mr. Vanderbilt Senior’s life, there would be no chance for her and Alexander.”Araminta, typically quick with a biting retort, sat silent under Cordelia’s imposing presence. Instead, she seethed inwardly, her frustration directed at Serena. Why couldn’t Serena hold onto Alexander’s heart? If she had, none of them would have to endure this humiliation.Cordelia’s sharp gaze shifted to Serena, who maintained her usual calm demeanor. Cordelia hated it. That indifferent mask, as if nothing could touch her, irritated Cordelia beyond words.“This contract stipulates that you must divorce in one year. Even if Xander can’t control himself and wants you, you must obediently take birth control pills. The Morales family isn’t qualified to give Alexander a child. I d

Morning light filtered through the hospital window, casting soft streaks of warmth on the sterile white walls. The steady beeping of the monitor provided a rhythmic backdrop to the stillness of the room. Alfonso lay propped up on the stiff hospital bed, his face pale and weary. His body ached as if every nerve was on edge.As his eyelids fluttered open, he spotted Araminta seated beside the bed, her posture stiff and her arms crossed. He frowned slightly, his voice hoarse and low. “How did I end up here?”Araminta leaned back, the corner of her mouth tightening. “You passed out at Le Châteauesque Manor,” she said dismissively, smoothing a crease in her silk blouse.Alfonso shifted uncomfortably, a dull throb radiating through his chest. “Where’s Serena?” he asked, his tone softening at the mention of his daughter.At the question, Araminta’s lips pursed tightly. “The nurse sent her to the cafeteria to get some food,” she replied coldly. “Apparently, the hospital serves customized meal

The surprise was so strong that Serena called out Alexander’s name before she could stop herself. Aunt Torres, realizing her oversight, quickly nodded. “Mr. Vanderbilt is in the master bedroom now. Would Miss Morales like to see him?”Serena stiffened at the suggestion. She quickly handed the cup of milk back to Aunt Torres, shaking her head. “Aunt Torres, let me know after he leaves tomorrow morning. I’ll skip breakfast.”Aunt Torres wasn’t blind to what was happening. She noted Serena’s reluctance and deduced that she was avoiding Alexander. Though she was tempted to ask why, she refrained and nodded instead. “Alright, Miss Morales. Rest well.”As Serena closed the door behind her, her heart raced, not with excitement but with unease. Alexander being here felt too close, too invasive. What if he discovered the truth about her? The tension weighed on her as she sipped her milk, trying to calm herself. She decided she would visit the old mansion tomorrow to see Mr. Vanderbilt Senior an