Michael pondered as he hesitated as he considered his next move. His last bet in the last round of one hundred million loomed in his mind, a weighty reminder of what he had already risked. The murmurs from the onlookers didn’t help either —they only fueled his growing uncertainty.His gaze darted to Serena, searching for a clue, a weakness, anything to justify his next decision.But Serena remained maddeningly calm. Her face was unreadable, her posture steady. When she noticed his gaze, she turned her head slightly, her expression serene, and asked, “Mr. Murray, the last round, no?”Her voice was casual, almost indifferent, but the implication was clear: if he folded, the money in the pot would be hers. She wasn’t taunting him; she was stating a simple truth. But to Michael whose heart was already in turmoil at the moment, it felt like a deliberate provocation, as if she was purposedly taunting him. It wasn’t about the money— the eight hundred million was a drop in the bucket for him
The two billion chips she had won sat neatly stacked on the table. Her calm demeanor, even after such a shocking win, caught everyone’s attention. Most people would be reveling in their triumph, yet here she was, poised and focused on her word.Hugo hesitated. Letting go of a billion dollars so easily wasn’t something even the wealthiest people did. Did she really value a promise more than the money?But Hugo knew the dangers Serena had likely foreseen. Winning such a large sum as a newcomer, and a woman no less, would inevitably attract trouble. Her way back home could be unsafe. By giving away the winnings, she was transferring that burden—and it also allowed her to leave the table with her dignity intact.Finally, Hugo accepted the chips with a complicated expression. He turned to Alexander, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "Married people. Isn’t it about time to go home?"Hugo emphasized the words "married people," glancing briefly at Serena as she returned to her seat. He see
In all honesty, Alexander didn’t know how to respond.It wasn’t as if he hadn’t received admiration before, but this time it was different. The woman in front of him wasn’t just anyone; she was someone he had shared an intimate moment with. Though he had had relationships before, that kind of closeness made it impossible to treat her like a stranger.Now, this same woman seemed to be showing feelings for him. Rejecting her like he did others felt unnecessarily cruel, and he hesitated before speaking."You know I’m married, right?" he said, his tone even.Serena raised her eyebrows slightly, confused. Of course, she knew he was married. Wasn’t their conversation supposed to be about the layout of the project?Alexander caught her puzzled expression, and a faint awkwardness crept into his chest. He continued, "Actually, my wife and I are... very much in love."The word “wife” tasted foreign in his mouth, and the phrase “in love” was even more awkward. It felt so unnatural that he had to
Serena froze in place when she heard the voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Raphael’s mother, Diana Montague Richardson.Diana, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and carrying a Hermès bag, radiated elegance and authority. Her sharp eyes immediately landed on the redness of Serena’s cheek, her expression darkening."Who hit you? Did you and Raphael have a fight?" Diana asked, her voice laced with concern and barely concealed anger.Serena felt her chest tighten. The events of the evening had already left her emotionally drained, and now standing face-to-face with Diana only added to her anxiety.Should she confess everything now? Should she reveal the truth about her and Raphael’s fake relationship? The longer this went on, the harder it would be to explain later.“Ms. Richardson, actually, I—” Serena began hesitantly.Before she could finish, Diana grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”She led Serena down the hallway with an air of authority that brooked no refusal. They stopp
Serena’s body burned with an unusual heat, a relentless warmth that crawled over her skin and seeped into her bones. She wondered if it was the aftermath of being thrown into the pool earlier, her damp clothes now causing a feverish chill. But this was different—intense and unyielding. Her throat was parched, and she desperately needed water.After searching the room to no avail, she grabbed her key card and stepped into the hallway. Each step felt heavier, her vision blurring as a strange sensation clouded her senses.Her thoughts jumbled, Serena stumbled forward, catching the faint touch of a cool breeze. It seemed to come from an open balcony nearby, promising relief from the sweltering heat. Drawn to it, she pushed the door open, stepping into the small, secluded space.A sharp, refreshing scent met her nose, momentarily cutting through the haze clouding her mind. Her eyes landed on a man seated in the shadows, his posture composed, yet commanding. He was effortlessly handsome—his
After a long day at work, Serena headed straight home. As she approached the door, an unfamiliar tension gripped her. The door, which should have been securely shut, was ajar. She froze in the doorway, her heart racing, but quickly regained her composure. Cautiously, she pushed the door open.Her apartment was in disarray, as though a burglar had ransacked it. The bedroom door was slightly cracked, but Serena hesitated to enter. Her first instinct was to call the police. She did so immediately, her hands trembling as she relayed the situation.When the officers arrived, they carefully examined the apartment. Serena followed them, and though she was relieved to find that nothing appeared to be missing, a gnawing unease settled in. It was clear the apartment was no longer safe. What if the next intruder decided to strike while she was inside? The thought of it chilled her. The reality of living alone, vulnerable in her own space, was too overwhelming to ignore.She quickly packed a few
Serena had no idea that her name had been tossed around and twisted by Patty. In the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, she stood in the yard with a frisbee in hand. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it soaring across the lawn. Rex, her energetic German Shepherd, sprinted after it, caught it mid-air with ease, and returned, dropping it proudly at her feet.Serena smiled, kneeling to pat his head. "Good boy, Rex," she murmured. Tossing the frisbee again, her peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted.A sharp bark from Rex turned into a bounding leap. "Rex, no! Come back!" Serena shouted, alarmed. But Rex had already launched himself, paws first, onto an unexpected guest.“Ah!” A high-pitched cry of surprise rang out.Serena turned to see Cordelia Vanderbilt standing stiffly, her crisp white pants now adorned with muddy paw prints. Her perfectly sculpted brow furrowed in annoyance.Cordelia rarely visited unannounced, and Serena certainly hadn’t expected her today.“What kind of dog
Rachel wasted no time and sent Serena a list of property listings the next morning. She even arranged for a professional real estate agent to accompany her. Serena set the appointment for 11 a.m. After spending some time playing fetch with Rex in the yard, she prepared to head out.The real estate agent greeted her warmly. "Miss Morales, this area is quiet, with a mix of townhouses and villas. It has a low population density, great amenities, and a serene environment—perfect for young professionals like yourself."As they toured the property, Serena noticed another agent leading a couple nearby. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Alfonso and Araminta.They hadn’t noticed her yet, but Araminta’s voice carried across the quiet courtyard."Josh wants to live in a villa,” Araminta said, her tone laced with pride. “There’s one here for fourteen million. He’s interested, so I brought Alfonso to take a look."Alfonso, ever the doting husband, smiled indulgently. "If he likes i
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
Alexander was not alone. Hugo Beaumont and Colton Valcrosse stood on either side of him, their towering presences only adding to the weight of his arrival. The air was thick with tension, an unspoken shift settling over the gathered crowd.Michelle, still sitting on the ground, felt her stomach drop the moment she caught sight of Alexander. Humiliation burned through her veins. Of all people to witness her in this pitiful state, it had to be him, the person she had a crush on. Could anything be worse?Alexander’s gaze swept over the scene, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "What’s going on?" His voice was calm, detached—so effortlessly composed that it was hard to believe he had been a man consumed by raw passion just the night before.Victoria wasted no time approaching him, her heels clicking against the polished floor with urgency. "Last night, a bodyguard mistakenly drank the wrong drink and harmed Michelle," she explained, her voice carrying just the right balance of concern and
- please read to the very end of the chapter - Ava woke to the cold touch of the hardwood floor against her skin. Her nightgown felt strangely loose, slipping slightly off her shoulder as she groggily pushed herself up. A dull ache radiated from her waist, making her wince as she realized her lower body was sprawled on the floor while her legs still rested on the bed.Had she fallen off in the middle of the night?She rubbed her temples, feeling weak and disoriented. The last thing she clearly remembered was taking a drink from Alexei. After that, everything was a blur—just a deep thirst and the vague sensation of searching for water. Her mind struggled to fill in the gaps, but nothing came.Ava exhaled in relief. At least she hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of anyone. She must have somehow returned to her room early. However, a new problem presented itself—she hadn’t brought any extra clothes, and the silky sleepwear Rita had given her wasn’t appropriate for stepping outside.Jus
Ava clung to Alexander’s waist, her movements hesitant, unsure of how to respond. The only thing she could manage was wrapping her arms around his neck."It tickles," she murmured, her voice breathy.His hot breath fanned against her skin, seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a sensation that sent shivers down her spine.Alexander, already on edge from her teasing, tightened his grip on her waist. His voice dropped, husky and deep."So, what should I do to relieve your itch?" He had never imagined himself uttering such flirtatious words, but with Ava, they came naturally.She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing against his skin. "Husband, you’re really good... it feels so good."Downstairs, the night was alive with murmurs of conversation and footsteps, but none of it mattered. Alexander held Ava closer, shielding her from the world as if nothing else existed beyond them.Ava whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the moment, but before she could
The pool area buzzed with activity. Waiters weaved through the guests, offering a selection of drinks, fresh fruit, and delicate pastries to those lounging or swimming. Amid the chatter and clinking of glasses, a waiter approached Ava with a light blue cocktail, placing it on the table in front of her.Alexei leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Drink it," he said, watching her reaction carefully.Ava ignored him, keeping her gaze steady on the water.Alexei smirked and moved even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "What’s wrong? Do you want me to feed you? Mouth to mouth, perhaps?"Knowing Alexei, he was more than capable of following through on that threat. Without another word, she grabbed the glass and downed the drink in one go. The alcohol burned on the way down, making her cough.Alexei reached out instinctively to pat her back, but she pushed him away."Mr. Volkov, Farah likes you," Ava said flatly. "Even if you help me
Rita led Ava through the vast grounds, passing from the lively seafood section to the entertainment areas. The sprawling estate was designed for indulgence, featuring everything from Olympic-sized swimming pools to high-adrenaline bungee jumps and a state-of-the-art shooting range. The event was in full swing, with guests scattered in various spots, enjoying their freedom to partake in whatever entertainment suited them.By the time they reached the grand dessert display—a magnificent ten-meter-long spread of exquisitely crafted pastries—chefs had already begun preparing fresh seafood under glass enclosures, while clusters of socialites chatted over cocktails nearby.“Farah hosts these gatherings every year, though never on a fixed schedule,” Rita explained as they approached the desserts. “It could be spring, summer, or fall. The chefs she brings in have all worked for the Vanderbilt family before. Michelin-starred talents—worth more than some pro athletes. The food is exceptional.”
As Ava finished helping Rita with her painting, she glanced over and saw Rita on the phone, her voice light and cheerful. Only then did Ava realize that Rita’s driver had already left.Rita returned with a bright smile. “Ava, do you have any plans for tonight or tomorrow morning?”Ava thought for a moment. Her father was still unconscious, and the construction in Manhattan was progressing smoothly. Aside from picking up Rex tomorrow afternoon, she had nothing pressing. “Not really.”Rita clapped her hands in excitement. “That’s great!”Without warning, she linked her arm with Ava’s and pulled her toward the roadside. “I absolutely must treat you to something amazing today! I guarantee you’ve never tasted anything like it before!”Ava was about to protest when she spotted a sleek black luxury car parked ahead. Her stomach twisted. She knew that car.Alexander’s car.Before she could react, Rita had already opened the door and gently nudged her inside.“Xander, I brought Ava along. You
Dear Gentle Readers, This author was denied promotion & the app actually said that this story does not perform well with only 4 readers and 2 comments thus no ads since last week... This author refuses to believe that especially when he saw at least 7 people liked & gave a thumbsup on the last free chapter. Can you please help this author by giving a thumbsup and commenting on this chapter, please? So this author has proof when consulting and reporting this to his editor tomorrow morning. As a token of gratitude for your generous help, please enjoy this chapter free of charge... Grazie mille. Yours, Ethan. P.S. this is actually 2 chapters combined into 1 therefore it is quite long, apologies for that. ---------That night, Serena slept soundly, the kind of deep, dreamless rest that felt like a rare luxury. By the time morning light filtered through her curtains, her spirits were noticeably brighter.The first thing she did upon waking was reach for her phone. A single missed call
The heavy air in Le Châteauesque Manor carried the weight of discontent. The tension was palpable as Mr. Vanderbilt Sr. walked in with slow, measured steps, his cane tapping softly against the marble floor. His presence commanded instant attention. He settled into the high-backed armchair across from the sofa with practiced ease. The room, grand yet intimate, was bathed in the soft glow of antique chandeliers, casting a warm contrast against the tension crackling in the air. His sharp gaze swept across the grand room before settling on Victoria, who sat stiffly on the couch. Aunt Torres, ever the dutiful housekeeper, hurried over with a delicate porcelain teacup, steam curling from its surface. The old man accepted it with a measured nod, lifting the cup just enough to brush away the floating tea leaves with its lid before taking a deliberate sip. His voice, steady and firm carrying the weight of authority. “Miss Laurent,” he began, his tone cutting through the thick silence like a