All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Maison Marseille, an opulent dining establishment perched high above the city, exuded an air of exclusivity from the moment Ava stepped out of the car. The building’s glass facade reflected the dazzling skyline, and the glow from the chandelier-lit interior spilled onto the cobblestone driveway.Her eyes immediately caught Alexei Volkov standing near the entrance. He held a large bouquet of deep red roses in one hand, his other tucked casually into the pocket of his pristine white suit. He looked every bit the part of a man accustomed to luxury—effortlessly charming and utterly self-assured.As she came to a halt, Alexei’s sharp blue eyes lit up, and he strode toward her with a practiced ease. The roses, vivid against the evening backdrop, were extended toward her."Miss Alvarez," he said smoothly, his voice carrying just the right blend of warmth and mischief. "These are for you."Ava tilted her head slightly, a polite smile curving her lips as she met his gaze. Instead of reaching f

Compared to Alexei's romantic and ostentatious private room, Alexander's had a completely different ambiance. The atmosphere here was sober and businesslike, reflecting his meticulous taste. Reserved for Vanderbilt family use year-round, the room was decorated in a sleek, minimalist style—clean lines, muted tones, and understated luxury that spoke volumes of Alexander’s personality. The Vanderbilt name was synonymous with power, and their empire extended far and wide, with many of New York’s iconic buildings falling under their ownership.Alexander sat at the table, his expression unreadable as he glanced out the window. The faint glow of the fireworks reflected in his sharp, dark eyes. His frown deepened as he wondered why women found such displays appealing. He found them... frivolous.Hugo broke the silence, leaning casually on the back of his chair as he patted Colton on the shoulder. "Colton, you wouldn’t believe it, but Ava is smitten with Alexander. Remember the casino? She thr

Ava maintained her polite composure, her lips forming a faint smile as she nodded. “Thank you for your concern, I’m fine.”Inside the second elevator, Alexei seemed eager to lift her spirits. His voice carried a hint of accomplishment as he said, “My collaboration with Mr. Thompson has been canceled. He’ll highly likely come looking for you now.”But Ava’s expression remained neutral. Regardless of whether Mr. Thompson sought her out, she had already decided to sever ties with him. Years of collaboration meant nothing if trust was absent. His decision to not only avoid her but also deceive her in order to hitch a ride with Volkov Co. Inc. spoke volumes about his character.“Well,” she replied evenly, “I won’t work with Mr. Thompson anymore either. I’ll simply find another company.”The elevator dinged softly as it arrived on the ground floor. Ava, preoccupied with getting to the hospital, didn’t linger. She nodded politely at everyone in the elevator, her movements brisk and purposefu

Serena was already drenched, rendering the umbrella Alexander had given her practically useless. But turning down his kindness a second time would have seemed ungrateful, so she accepted it out of courtesy.If she were honest with herself, she had half a mind to boldly ask for fifty bucks for a taxi ride—anything to avoid stepping into Alexander’s car. However, she bit her tongue, knowing it would only further reveal her reluctance to be around him. Instead, she decided to walk back to the Morales estate.The distance wasn’t impossible—about half an hour on foot—but wearing high heels on uneven pavement made it far less convenient. Each step was a minor ordeal, with her shoes squelching from the rain.From his car, Alexander caught glimpses of her through the rearview mirror, her figure illuminated briefly by passing streetlights. Her drenched silhouette pressed on despite the conditions, lips pursed tightly in determination. His brows furrowed imperceptibly as he watched her stride in

The next morning, Serena was woken by the persistent vibration of her phone. Half-asleep, she groaned before squinting at the screen. Alfonso’s name blinked on it. She swiped to answer."Serena, have you sorted out your gown for tonight’s banquet?"His voice, though weakened, carried its usual commanding tone. Serena rubbed her temples, struggling to shake off the sleep."Not yet, Dad. I was planning to go shopping later today.""No need," Alfonso cut her off. "I've already had a gown delivered to Le Châteauesque Manor. It’s elegant and tasteful—you'll wear that."Serena sighed but held back a complaint. Alfonso had always been particular about her appearance, especially at events involving New York’s elite. With the banquet hosted at the Vanderbilt estate and the patriarch present, this was a rare opportunity for her to step into the social circles that truly mattered."Serena," Alfonso continued after a fit of coughing, "my health won’t allow me to attend tonight. Even walking a few