Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The hospital room felt suffocating, the stale scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. Serena remained still, watching as Alfonso leaned back against his pillows, his expression clouded with disapproval. His earlier words still echoed in her mind."Since you're married, you should act like a married person."As if her marriage to Alexander meant anything.Suppressing the bitterness rising in her chest, she forced a neutral tone. “Dad, take care of yourself. I have things to do today, so I’ll be leaving.”Alfonso didn’t look at her, waving his hand dismissively. “Go. You only make me angry by coming here.”Serena clenched her jaw but said nothing, simply turning on her heel and exiting the ward. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she let out a slow breath, steadying herself.She had barely reached the elevators when she ran into Valentina.Her half-sister was dressed elegantly in soft pastels, her delicate features tinged with an unnatural pallor. She had obviously come stra

Ava hadn’t planned to stay long at the bar after resolving the loan issue with Rachel. She still had to figure out a construction team for Alexander’s house. However, just as she was about to leave, a familiar hand lightly tapped her shoulder."Ava, what a coincidence."She turned to find Alexei standing there, his signature smirk in place. Dressed in an expensive yet deliberately casual suit, he exuded his usual playboy charm. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief under the dim lighting of the private lounge, where the chatter of the wealthy elite filled the air."I heard you had a falling out with Mr. Thompson?" he asked, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers.Ava gave him a measured look. "Mr. Volkov, do you really have the audacity to ask especially when you are the cause of it?"Alexei chuckled, unfazed. The atmosphere in the room was electric—soft jazz playing in the background, the clinking of expensive glassware, and the occasional bursts of laughter from nearby VIP boo

Ava had planned to repay the eight million first, and once the bank funds arrived, she intended to sell her house immediately. She refused to take advantage of Alexander—even the interest would be included.But now, Alexander had refused, and on top of that, he seemed angry. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking.Just as he was about to say something, a familiar voice interrupted."Alexander, aren’t you leaving yet?"Hugo's voice rang out from across the bar, slightly slurred but still clear. He had been drinking, but not to the point of losing his sharp instincts. As soon as he spotted Ava standing close to Alexander, his lips curled into a knowing smirk."What secret conversation are you two having?"Alexander’s gaze darkened, and instead of answering, he turned and walked away, leaving Ava standing in the dimly lit bar. Hugo nodded politely at her before following his friend.Ava remained where she was for a few moments, feeling the weight of Alexander’s cold mood lingering in the ai

Jonathan wasted no time executing Alexander’s order. The hotel, owned by the Vanderbilt family, operated with precise efficiency. Within five minutes, security had retrieved the complete surveillance footage of Ava leaving in a car.Alexander strode out of the lobby, his expression cold and unreadable. Jonathan was already waiting at the curb with the engine running. The red dot on the GPS map indicated Ava's location—she hadn't been taken far.The kidnappers had been careless, confident that no one would come for her so quickly. After all, Mr. Thompson had assured them she was a nobody, someone with no powerful connections. One million dollars in exchange for her? It seemed like an easy deal.Inside the speeding car, Ava drifted in and out of consciousness. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and the overwhelming stench of gasoline churned her stomach. She felt hands on her—rough, unwelcome, invasive.The man beside her groped at her, but the vehicle’s motion prevented him from doing m

Alexander gazed out at the night sky, his expression unreadable. The soft glow of city lights reflected in the glass, but he felt no excitement at Victoria’s words."I'm coming back, Alexander. Aren't you happy?"His voice remained indifferent, steady as ever. “Naturally.”Across the ocean, Victoria Laurent sat with her phone pressed to her ear, waiting—expecting a different reaction. A trace of disappointment flickered in her chest, but she quickly dismissed it.He must still be upset about the past.The separation hadn’t been her choice—it was Cordelia Vanderbilt who had forced them apart, pushing Alexander into an unwanted marriage. Victoria had expected him to fight harder, to chase after her, to rebel against his family for her sake. But he hadn't.That had left her resentful, waiting for him to take action. She had assumed he would eventually come to her, beg for her return, prove to the world that he couldn’t live without her. Yet, instead of bridging the distance, Alexander had