The crowd that had been eagerly watching the drama slowly dispersed, the tension in the air fading like a dissipating storm. To put on a show of sisterly affection, Victoria personally escorted Michelle to the car, ensuring that all eyes saw her as the graceful and understanding older cousin.Ava, however, remained rooted in place, her body instinctively tensing as Alexander approached. She wasn’t sure why, but she had an urge to step back. Yet, she forced herself to stand her ground, lifting her gaze to meet his. He loomed over her, his dark eyes locked onto hers as if searching for something.Her expression, however, was unreadable—calm, indifferent, as if last night's intimacy had been nothing more than a passing dream."Ava," he murmured, his voice low. There was something he wanted to say.Before he could continue, Victoria returned, her tone carefully measured, yet laced with subtle authority.“Xander, breakfast is ready downstairs. You guys probably haven't eaten yet. Let’s all
"Ava..." Rita expected her cousin to be upset, maybe even furious, but Ava's expression was unexpectedly calm—relieved, even."Rita, thank you, but I can ride with someone else. Mr. Vanderbilt is not in a good mood today, so I'd rather not make him angrier," Ava said, her voice light yet decisive.Rita frowned, puzzled. Why was Alexander in a bad mood? And why did Ava sound as though she had expected it? These two didn’t look like a couple who had spent the night together—if anything, they seemed even more distant than before.Meanwhile, across the venue, Alexander approached Hugo’s table with long, measured strides, his expression stormy. His suit, tailored to perfection, couldn't mask the tension in his shoulders or the sharp, unreadable look in his dark eyes.Victoria, however, didn't follow. She had veered off to chat with other socialites, her posture poised as if she had already won some silent battle.Hugo, who had been lazily swirling the whiskey in his glass, looked up with a
The studio was lively today, the hum of conversation blending with the rhythmic tapping of keyboards. Sunlight filtered through the large glass windows, casting soft golden patches on the polished wooden floors. The scent of fresh coffee from the break room lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sawdust from the latest model prototypes.Kevin was seated at his usual spot near the drafting table, a pen lazily twirling between his fingers. His sharp eyes flickered with curiosity when Ava walked in. He arched an eyebrow, smirking. “What good deed have you done recently? Darby Construction suddenly became generous to our studio, giving us materials at the lowest price.”Ava set her bag down and rolled her shoulders, feeling the weight of the past few days pressing against her spine. “I negotiated a few terms with them last time, but that was only for Le Châteauesque Manor. I didn’t expect them to extend the same offer to the studio.”She recounted the construction mishap t
Dear Gentle Readers, Apologies for missing an update. Life has been pretty hectic. please enjoy...---------Serena’s expression darkened. Her grandparents were from Charleston, yet during her recent visits there, she had deliberately avoided them.The reason was simple—after her mother gave birth to her, her grandparents had never approved of her.In Charleston, tradition dictated that a newlywed daughter-in-law was to live with her husband’s family for a period of time. But Alfonso, Serena’s father, was the eldest son, and the favoritism in their family had always leaned toward his younger brother. Since childhood, Alfonso had been overlooked, enduring years of unfair treatment.After he married Elena, things only worsened. The day after their wedding, Alfonso and Elena were assigned a dilapidated room. Their first meal as a married couple wasn’t even a proper one—there was no rice, and they had to borrow it.Serena’s grandparents had disliked Elena from the very beginning. They ha
In the grand hall of the Morales estate, tension thickened the air as Josh strode in. His presence alone made Araminta’s back stiffen, her usual commanding demeanor dampened by caution.Josh had been in an increasingly foul mood these past few days, and everyone in the household tread lightly around him. Araminta wasn’t an exception.Her voice was hushed, careful. “Josh, did you do it?”Josh let out a sneering chuckle, his lips curling cruelly as he lowered himself into an armchair, his fingers drumming against the carved wooden armrest. “If she dares to step into the Morales family’s world, she should be prepared to be destroyed by me.”Araminta’s hands clenched in her lap, worry knitting her brows. Serena was still under the protection of Mr. Vanderbilt Sr. If anything serious happened to her, the old man would investigate, and with his power, uncovering the truth wouldn’t take long. Once that happened, Josh wouldn’t be the only one facing retribution—he would drag the entire Morale
(From here, Ava will be referred to as Ava, as Tom recognizes her as “Ava Alvarez,” Rachel’s best friend.)Outside the dimly lit bar, Tom lingered near the entrance, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his borrowed waitstaff uniform. His tall frame and practiced nonchalance made him blend seamlessly with the nightlife atmosphere, yet there was a sharp calculation in his gaze. He had just received a call from Rachel, informing him that she was suddenly called home due to an emergency.Tom exhaled slowly, weighing his options. He wasn’t about to risk getting involved in Ava’s mess—especially not when there was nothing to gain. Avoid unnecessary trouble when there’s already enough going on, he reminded himself. Without another glance back, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the alleyway beside the bar, leaving behind the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. ---Meanwhile, inside the private room, Ava struggled to stay upri
Ava refused to sit back and do nothing, so she took the initiative to call Rachel, asking her to investigate the two men who had attempted to assault her. With the Rowell family's influence, they could dig into their backgrounds and figure out who was behind it.Rachel was furious. "I can't believe something so vile happened! Don’t worry, Ava. I’ll send someone to look into it right away. You just focus on resting at the hospital!"After hanging up, Ava barely had a moment to gather her thoughts before Michelle pushed open the door.Dressed in her usual high-end attire, Michelle exuded arrogance, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorway. Her lips curled into a mocking sneer. "My cousin's husband will be here soon. You better start thinking about how to apologize to her."Ava found it amusing. She tilted her head and let out a soft chuckle. "It seems like you have the memory of a goldfish. Have you already forgotten why you’re in the hospital?"Michelle's face darkened with hu
Ava was unusually irritable that morning. The weight of unanswered questions and lingering suspicions pressed heavily on her chest. Just as she was about to try distracting herself, her phone rang. It was Rachel.Rachel’s voice was low, almost hesitant. "Ava, I checked on those two men. They've already left the country. We can’t catch them now."Ava’s grip on her phone tightened. Without them, there would be no direct proof linking Victoria to the incident. The trail had gone cold.She exhaled slowly, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The entire situation was infuriating. The bar had been seedy, dark, and conveniently lacking surveillance cameras—almost as if it had been chosen for that very reason. No cameras, no witnesses. Just her word against Victoria’s, and that wasn’t enough.Ava rubbed her temples, willing herself to push the thoughts away, but sleep wouldn’t come. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, the night stretching endlessly before her.Finally, she gave up and g
Alexander couldn't focus, his thoughts scattered and restless. As his phone rang with a call from a business partner, he seized the moment and stood up.“Grandpa, the business partner is calling. I need to go over the details of this morning’s meeting,” he said, already moving away.Grandpa let out a long, weary sigh. To him, it looked like Alexander was just eager to escape. “If you put that much effort into Serena,” he grumbled, “you two would have had a house full of kids by now. Go on, but no matter how busy work gets, don’t forget the wife waiting for you at home.”Alexander didn’t answer. He slipped into his car and glanced at the dashboard clock—8:00 PM. Ignoring the call still ringing on his screen, he turned the key and headed straight to the hotel.By the time he arrived, it was 8:30.His phone buzzed again. It was Jonathan, this time with more urgent news—Ryan had been arrested, and sensitive information about PW Group had been leaked. By morning, the media would be ablaze w
The Vanderbilt building was unusually still for a Friday evening. Outside, the city buzzed as it always did, but inside Alexander’s top-floor office, silence reigned.The only light came from the city skyline pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Alexander stood by the glass, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a thick, official envelope.The divorce had been finalized. Her name — Serena Ava Morales Vanderbilt — would no longer be linked to his. And yet, the weight in his chest hadn’t budged. If anything, it had settled deeper.The quiet was broken by the buzz of his phone.Hugo.He answered with a low, “Yeah?”“Finally!” Hugo’s voice crackled through the speaker. “You’re free. About damn time, man.”Alexander didn’t respond.“So,” Hugo continued, voice laced with mischief, “how about some celebratory drinks? I’ve got a private room at 230 Fifth, and I might’ve invited a few… distractions.”“Hugo—”“Come on, don’t be boring. Half the city would give their left arm for a
Ava sat cross-legged on the floor of her apartment, Rex’s warm head resting against her knee. The golden retriever let out a soft, contented sigh, completely unaware of the life-changing moment that had just arrived.On the table before her lay a sealed envelope.Her name printed clearly beneath it:Serena Ava Morales Vanderbilt.She knew what it was. In fact, she’d been waiting for this moment for years — though not in longing or hope.She had never begged for Alexander’s attention. Never sought his approval.Not five years ago, when she signed that marriage certificate under the cold gazes of the powerful Vanderbilt family and Alfonso, her father’s watchful eyes.Not when he had left the country right after signing the marriage certificate without a word, abandoning a marriage neither of them had wanted.She had lived alone since then.Alone with the Morales debt, the fading reputation of he
Alexander didn’t remember much of the drive back. The city was a blur of lights and shadows, his thoughts tangled and restless. The tight knot in his chest refused to ease.The image of Ava — Serena — standing by that window lingered with painful clarity. The hollow look in her eyes. The way her voice had cracked when she spoke of dignity, safety, and the things he’d stripped from her.He’d always considered himself a man in control, measured and strategic in every move, every decision. But tonight, for the first time, he felt powerless.And ashamed.He’d broken something he had no right to touch. Now, all he could do was try — maybe hopelessly — to repair what pieces remained.By the time he arrived at the Vanderbilt estate, the staff were long asleep, and the house was quiet. But he didn’t stop there. He headed straight to his private study, locking the door behind him.He pulled out his phone and made a call.Jonathan picked up on the second ring, sounding slightly groggy. “Sir?”A
The city lights blurred past as Alexander sped through the streets, his grip tight on the steering wheel. The cool night air seeped through the slightly opened window, but it did nothing to calm the restless storm inside him.For the first time in years, his usually sharp, calculated mind was clouded — not by business, not by rivals, but by a woman.His wife.And how badly he’d wronged her.Ava. Serena.Every time he said either name in his head now, it twisted something deep in his chest.He thought back to her messages — not a single word of accusation, not one plea for sympathy.Even after everything, she hadn’t used his name.She called him Mr. Vanderbilt.Professional. Distant. Like a stranger.And wasn’t that what he’d made himself?As he pulled into the underground parking of the hotel, he sat in the car for a long moment. His reflection in the windshield stared back at him — polished, cold, successful. A man respected, feared, envied. But none of that meant anything now.He gr
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 heavier somehow, the air thick with nostalgia and something Alexander couldn’t quite name.Alexander leaned back against the worn leather chair in the grand sitting room of the Vanderbilt Mansion, pretending to sip his tea while his grandfather, Cornelius Vanderbilt Sr., dug through an old photo album. The scent of aged paper and tea leaves hung in the air, mixing with the warm, familiar atmosphere of a home built on old money and endless pride.He didn’t want to be here.His mind had been elsewhere all evening — on Ava.The hotel. The time. Her waiting.She’d agreed to meet him there, not because she wanted to — but because she had no choice.Because of Ryan Kuzmin.Alexander had promised her that if she surrendered to his terms — ten nights, no conditions — he wou
Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you for your support from the beginning until this point. This author really appreciates it. Never thought this story will have these many readers...This author understands your wish for this story to end therefore there will be 2 branches of the story from here onwards. The first branch is for Alexander to realize that Ava is Serena and the story can conclude there.The second branch is what the author has already prepared from the beginning. All good things must come to an end at some point...Please enjoy the ride and if you wish to read other story, please check out "Taming the Wild CEO" which has the following premise :For nearly four years Ella Stanford has been working as a secretary to Javier Summers, and for most of that time, she has been fighting her own feelings for him. Javier was undeniably sexy but she knew she should never fall for a ruthless playboy. He has never paid heed to her, so this has not been a problem but a struggle on her own
When Ava pulled up in front of the boutique, she sat frozen in her car for a long minute, her fingers clutching the steering wheel, her heart pounding. The neon lights reflected off the windshield in lurid pinks and reds, making everything feel surreal.With a deep breath, she opened the door, keeping her head down as she briskly walked toward the entrance.Inside, a burst of artificial floral perfume and soft pop music hit her. The boutique was dimly lit, with shimmering silk and lace displayed under glowing spotlights. Ava didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes.The sales clerk approached — a middle-aged woman with shrewd eyes and a practiced smile that brightened the moment she saw Ava.“Beautiful lady, what kind are you looking for?” the woman asked warmly.Ava’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come. She had no experience here — none of this belonged in her world. “A-anything is fine…” she stammered, avoiding the clerk’s gaze.The woman’s expression turned stern. “How can you be so c
By evening, after back-to-back meetings and an unrelenting day of negotiations, Alexander finally stepped out of the conference room. The moment he entered his office, his sharp gaze landed on Ava, quietly seated by the window.She looked pale, her skin almost translucent under the soft light, but her eyes held steady — calm, guarded, as though nothing from the night before had ever happened. Not a flicker of hesitation, not a single ripple.Alexander moved to his chair, sitting down with the unhurried grace of a man who always controlled the room. His eyes swept over her.She had a scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, a strange choice for this mild evening. It couldn’t hide everything though — a hint of bruising peeked from beneath the fabric. A turtleneck would’ve made more sense, but in this weather, it would have drawn too much attention.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” Ava said evenly, breaking the heavy silence.“I won’t back out from the remaining nine times. But can you give me Ryan’s info