For five years of their contractual marriage, Serena couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her husband Alexander Vanderbilt who fled the country right after he signed the papers. She couldn’t even see him when his assistant came with divorce papers. Unbelievably, their first encounter unfolded as one night of intoxicated intimacy, with both failing to recognize one another. The next morning, she realized what had happened but when her husband still did not recognize her, she did not bother to inform him. Serena believed their paths would never cross again, only to discover that this was the commencement of their intertwined destinies. The next time Serena met with Xander, she used her middle name 'Ava' and her mother's maiden name 'Alvarez'. Recalling the virgin that had shared his bed the previous night, he almost mistook her as a prostitute until he saw her designs for his new house which, according to rumor, he bought for him and his soon-to-be bride and also his first love, Victoria. How ironic. Fate dictated otherwise and true love indeed saves the day as the more they interract, the more Xander started to feel something for Serena while Serena herself remain cool and composed, which only made him even more curious! If only he knows that she is still his wife...
View MoreSerena stood barefoot, dripping wet, her long hair plastered against her back. Droplets of water trickled down her neck, soaking the towel clutched tightly around her chest. Her bare toes curled subconsciously, as if seeking stability on the cold floor. She looked fragile yet resilient, her discomfort betrayed only by the slight tremble in her posture. Alexander’s gaze flicked down, lingering momentarily on her soaked figure. Her drenched clothes clung tightly to her form, outlining every curve. He closed his laptop with a soft click, leaning back with a sneer. “Honey?” he echoed mockingly, his tone sharp. “You’re not even bothering to hide your agenda anymore, are you?” His words sliced through the already fragile atmosphere, making Serena flinch inwardly. Serena instinctively glanced down at herself, only to notice her current state—drenched, with the outline of her underwear starkly visible beneath the thin towel. Embarrassment surged through her like a tidal wave. Her face, pale
Alexander stood beside the bathtub, his trousers clinging to his legs, soaked from the water Serena had splashed. The damp fabric did little to hide his body’s involuntary reaction—a response he found both unexpected and infuriating. The faint memories of that night, which he had worked hard to suppress, now resurfaced with maddening clarity.He had never imagined that a simple word—honey—could unsettle him like this.“If you’re sober, get out,” he said gruffly, though his voice came out hoarser than intended.Serena’s wet clothes clung to her body, tracing every curve in stark detail. Her long black hair, slick and plastered to her flushed cheeks, made her look like a siren emerging from the depths of the sea—innocent and seductive in equal measure. She smiled faintly, her expression dazed, as if unaware of how disheveled yet alluring she appeared.Feeling the oppressive heat return, Serena shifted, preparing to climb out of the tub. But Alexander wasn’t about to let her. Without hes
Serena’s parted lips trembled faintly, a delicate contrast to her shallow, erratic breaths. The effects of the psychedelic drug made her gaze misty, her usual sharpness was dulled. Her eyes, misted and unfocused, held a vulnerability that tugged at Alexander in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Alexander’s mind flickered with images he had deliberately tried to forget, but her current state brought them rushing back—memories of the way she had looked at him that night.For reasons he couldn’t quite comprehend, his heart skipped a beat.Feeling his steady warmth beneath her trembling fingers, Serena instinctively tightened her grip around him, her petite frame pressing closer against his rigid form. She wasn’t thinking—she couldn’t. All she knew was that Alexander felt like the only anchor in her swirling, feverish world. Michael, standing mere feet away, grew increasingly bewildered. His‘Didn’t Alexander deny that she was his wife earlier today? So what’s going on now?’ His mind spun with
Later that afternoon, Jonathan returned to Alexander’s office with a report. “Sir, the police have officially delivered an apology to Miss Alvarez, and the charges have been dropped.”“Good,” Alexander replied, though his tone remained cold and detached. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk as he drifted into thought.Jonathan hesitated before speaking again, choosing his words with care. “Would you like me to arrange a call with Miss Alvarez? A gesture from you might go a long way in mending things.”Alexander’s eyes flicked toward him, sharp as ever but devoid of anger. Instead, there was something else—hesitation, perhaps? He loathed unresolved matters, and this situation felt particularly tangled. Yet, the idea of reaching out gnawed at his pride.“No need,” he said after a long pause. Jonathan gave a curt nod and quietly left the office, leaving Alexander alone with his thoughts.As the door clicked shut, Alexander leaned back in his chair, exhaling slow
The sun climbed over the skyline, casting long shadows across New York’s bustling streets. Jonathan adjusted his tie nervously as he paced outside Alexander’s office. The investigation into the hit-and-run had taken most of the night, but they finally had results—results that pointed to Miss Alvarez’s innocence. He knew Alexander well enough to understand how his boss hated being wrong, especially when it involved personal matters. He clutched a folder containing the results of a night-long investigation that finally shed light on the hit-and-run incident.With a steadying breath, Jonathan knocked on the door and entered. Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands tucked into his pockets, a cold morning light casting shadows across his sharp features.“Sir,” Jonathan began, holding out a folder, “we’ve identified the other vehicle involved in the incident. It belongs to Veronica Taylor, wife of Henry Taylor.” Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Veronica Taylor?” That na
The cold metal cuffs snapped tightly around Serena’s wrists, the metallic clink jolting her into harsh reality. She stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes locked on the two uniformed officers.“Miss Alvarez, you’re under investigation for a hit-and-run,” one officer repeated, holding up a tablet displaying grainy footage of the incident. “This is the surveillance video. It shows clearly that at 6:25 p.m. you hit the Bentley’s rear and left without any contact information. The owner demands to hold you accountable.” Her heart sank as the video played. It clearly showed her car rolling forward and colliding with a Bentley after being struck from behind. But the angle failed to capture the speeding vehicle responsible for the initial impact, making her look solely at fault.“This is a mistake,” Serena said, her voice steady despite the growing knot of anxiety in her chest. “Another car hit me first. I didn’t—”The officer raised a hand, silencing her. “You can explain at the station. Plea
Michael trailed closely behind Serena, just a few feet away, while his bodyguards lingered near the exit.Ahead, Alexander stood near a lounge door, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, his tall frame and poised movements radiating elegance and composure.As he reached for the doorknob, Serena felt Michael’s leering gaze on her back. He smirked and murmured loud enough for her alone to hear, “He’s here. Aren’t you going to say hello?”Serena inhaled deeply, gathering her composure. Without hesitating, she moved toward Alexander.Alexander had just cracked the door open when he heard quick footsteps behind him. Before he could react, Serena’s soft frame brushed against him as she slipped into the lounge, shutting the door behind them.Alexander’s expression darkened. “Get out,” he said curtly.Serena quickly locked the door and turned to face him, leaning against it. Her gaze was earnest. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I don’t mean to intrude. Would you min
Serena remembered the details vaguely. At the time, she had been caught up with another client’s project and had forgotten about it.Kevin had mentioned that Michael had placed an order with the studio and was currently at the golf course. He wanted her to meet him there.The golf course was located in the suburbs, a sprawling property covering thousands of acres—a prized piece of land in New York.When Serena parked her car, an assistant promptly came to greet her at the entrance.“Hello, Miss Morales,” the assistant said with a polite smile. “This way, please.”Serena followed the assistant until she realized she was being led to a changing room.“The grass and sand on the golf course require careful maintenance, so non-players and caddies are not allowed on the field. I’ve prepared some clubs for you. Do you play golf, Miss Morales?” the assistant asked.“I do, but not very well,” Serena replied modestly.“That’s alright. Please change into these clothes first. Mr. Michael Murray i
Serena’s expression was so calm and straightforward that it momentarily made Alexander question whether he had overreacted. Still, his features remained stoic, cold, and distant—an air of authority radiating off him, making it difficult for anyone to meet his gaze. As the elevator descended in silence, Serena’s mind whirled. The studio was still in its early stages, and landing a high-profile client like Alexander could secure its future. Ever since she entered the workforce, she had learned that pride alone wouldn’t pay the bills. Now, more than ever, she needed to fight for this opportunity.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she began, her tone professional but earnest, “I’d really like to know which design style you prefer. I can tailor something specifically for you, and if you’re not satisfied, I won’t charge anything.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly, caught off guard by her persistence. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Was she truly this shameless, or just incredibly determined?
Serena Morales woke up to find the man beside her still sound asleep. Ignoring the discomfort between her legs, she quietly slipped out of bed. Just as she bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor, a cold, detached voice broke the silence.“How much do you want?” His indifferent tone was a stark contrast to the man who had whispered sweet, dirty words into her ear just hours earlier.Serena froze, disbelief washing over her.After three years of marriage, her husband didn’t even recognize her. Three years ago, she had saved Cornelius Vanderbilt, the patriarch of the Vanderbilt family, from a life-threatening incident. At the time, her father’s company was struggling during its first round of financing. Cornelius had proposed a deal: if Serena married his grandson, Alexander Vanderbilt, he would invest three billion dollars into her father’s business.Alexander had been conspicuously absent during their wedding. It wasn’t until Serena received the marriage certificate tha...
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