LOGINThe elevator was crowded as people filed in one after another. Ava slipped in last, quietly taking her place in the corner.Her posture was poised—chin lifted slightly, a faint professional smile on her lips. Yet, despite her composed appearance, her eyes betrayed her restraint, stealing a discreet glance toward the man standing at the center.Seven years had passed. Seven long years.And he was still the same.It was as if time itself had conspired in his favor. Not a single line marred that sculpted face; not even the faintest trace of fatigue dulled the sharpness of his gaze. If anything, he’d grown more refined—more quietly commanding, with that aura of authority that made the air around him heavier, harder to breathe.He didn’t glance her way. Not even once. His gaze stayed fixed on the elevator doors, cool and distant.Oddly enough, that gave her a sense of relief.It seemed he hadn’t recognized her—and that was for the best. Seven years could change a person beyond recognition,
The world outside Hawthorne Court London was in chaos.Ava could already see it from her car window—the flashing of camera phones, the shrill excitement of voices rising and falling like a wave. The hotel entrance was packed with fans, signs waving in the air like flags of battle. Her brows knitted instinctively.These people were everywhere.How did they always find out?Today was supposed to be routine—well, as routine as things could be when a world-famous model was checking in. Vanesza, the temperamental fashion icon, was staying at the hotel, and her arrival had thrown the staff into frenzy. The General Manager, Kenneth Whitby, had been forced to cut short Ava’s annual leave, summoning her back from the countryside to handle the situation personally.And Ava—newly promoted as Head of Housekeeping—knew she couldn’t afford a single mistake. This assignment was her chance to prove herself worthy of her title and her salary.But as she watched the mob outside, she could already tell:
Alexander Vanderbilt had always considered women synonymous with trouble and boredom—until he met her and discovered that exceptions existed. She, for instance, had the uncanny ability to make him unwilling to let go of her from dawn until long past nightfall.*********“Mommy!”Her shoulder was shaken insistently, and Ava felt as though she had been shoved off a cliff, her body jerking violently as she snapped awake from a dream.Her lashes fluttered open to a somewhat yellowed ceiling, faint cracks tracing across it like old memories. For several seconds, she lay there dazed, her mind suspended between reality and the remnants of sleep.She had dreamed of him again.The dream dragged her back to that night seven years ago with cruel precision, as if time itself had folded inward. Darkness pressed close around them, heavy and intimate, broken only by the steady rhythm of their breaths. His presence was overwhelming—heat, strength, and a quiet dominance that left no room for escape.H
Dear Gemtle Readers , After thinking this through multiple times now, this author decided to continue this book with the 1st branch of the story. The continuation of the 2nd branch will be in the BVEW II (there is no change on that note). The author will try to update daily starting 01 January 2026 however considering that he only gets paid for 1 book at a time, he might have to switch which book to focus/update every month. With the above being said, this author hopes you can enjoy both stories and perhaps even try the book TTWC which the author is most proud of. Thank you & have a wonderful end of 2025 and beginning of 2026 celebration. Grazie a mille. Yours, Ethan********* below are the last chapters of 1st branch in case you have forgotten *********Alexander let out a sigh, leaning back in the chair as his grandfather rifled through a worn leather photo album placed neatly beside the chessboard. The old man flipped through its pages, mumbling to himself. The room felt heav
Dear Gentle Readers , How art thou? First of all, this author would like to convey his gratitude for your kind and generous support throughout this journey. This author has gone through all the comments in the last chapter during the last seven hours or so and it pained him to remain silent. However, today he is finally able to inform you that the sequel is published. 《 Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife II 》 Around 7 chapters already up and this author will continue uploadinf during the week. For your information, even though this author is not supposed to say this aloud, those chapters are still free as we speak (the status, as this author has checked, is Free). Hence he decided to risk everything by posting this to let you know so that you, Gentle Readers, can enjoy it. If by chance you could not find it on the application, please search through the website and then add the novel to your library so you can enjoy in the application. Grazie mille. Yours , EthanP.S. please do not s
After finishing the last bite of her fruit, Serena rose carefully, her injured leg causing her to limp slightly as she made her way toward Alexander.He was crouched by the fire pit, sleeves rolled up, muscles shifting under sun-warmed skin as he adjusted a portable grill. When he noticed her approaching, his expression immediately darkened.“Sit over there,” he ordered flatly, his voice carrying that familiar authority.Serena blinked, then obediently sat down on a nearby boulder. But when she noticed the fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, her heart softened. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a small packet of tissues, and gently dabbed his brow.Alexander stiffened at the unexpected touch. For a moment, the air between them stilled. Then he turned, the edge of a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.Not far away, Raphael—lounging lazily in the grass with Snowball chasing a stick—caught sight of the moment. A mischievous grin crept across his face as he discreetly li







