Valentina didn’t know how to conceal her admiration for him, her wide eyes filled with excitement, cheeks flushed as if she had just stepped in from the cold. Alexander immediately noticed and found it distasteful. That kind of overt admiration, the kind that bordered on idolization, always annoyed him. His expression darkened.
She had originally been on her way out to pick up food for Alfonso, eager to escape the hospital room before another one of his long-winded speeches about Serena. But fate seemed to have other plans, delivering Alexander directly into her path. Instead of leaving, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to resist the rare opportunity to be close to him.
Alexander, however, had no patience for her hesitation. His brows furrowed. "Aren’t you going out?"
His tone was cool, detached—exactly the way he would speak to a stranger.
Valentina hesitated, then cautiously took a step closer, her voice soft. "Mr. Vanderbilt, may I invite y
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
The question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation.Women exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity evident.Ava exhaled slowly, relieved that Hugo hadn’t directly asked who the woman was. If he had, all eyes would have been on her immediately, and she wasn’t sure how she would’ve handled that.Hugo might be playful, but he knew when to hold back.Alexander, on the other hand, barely looked fazed. His gaze flicked toward Ava, his dark eyes unreadable.Ava straightened slightly under his scrutiny, a prickle of heat creeping up her spine. Was it the alcohol, or was it him? Their arms were still pressed together, and she could swear his skin felt warmer.A sudden memory flashed in Alexander’s mind—her soft gasps, the way her nails had dug into his back that night, her flushed skin beneath his. His jaw clenched, annoyed at himself for thinking about it now.Irritated, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, letting a bit of cool air hit his skin.Then, his deep voice cut through the th
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
Ava had planned to leave right away, but after sending Rachel that message, she knew her friend would come storming in. So she waited by the elevator.It didn’t take long. Rachel arrived like a force of nature, her high heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her stride radiating fury."Rachel?" Ava called, but Rachel was too far gone in her anger to respond.She made a beeline for the suite at the end of the corridor and pounded on the door with the force of a woman scorned.Bang! Bang! Bang!Inside, the birthday celebration was in full swing. Two men and two women were laughing as they clinked glasses, singing a boisterous rendition of Happy Birthday.The birthday girl, draped over Tom’s shoulders, smirked. "Tom, did you invite me a surprise guest?" she teased, her voice saccharine.Everyone chuckled. They all knew Tom—good-looking, broke, and willing to do anything for money.He had been hesitant t
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
As the car window lowered, Ava acted instinctively. Without a second thought, she turned and buried herself against Alexander’s chest, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist.From the outside, it looked like a woman seeking comfort in the arms of her lover.Valentina, who had been watching expectantly, felt her breath hitch. Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. The image before her sent a sharp wave of jealousy crashing through her, but she forced a soft, composed smile onto her face, though it barely hid the storm brewing in her heart.“Mr. Vanderbilt, are you unwell?” she asked, her voice laced with gentle concern.In truth, she had been hoping to catch his attention—to show him that she was different from other women, that she was considerate and understanding. Yet here he was, holding another woman in his arms.Alexander cast her a brief, indifferent glance. He had never held much regard for Valentina. His sharp gaze flickered with irritation before
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
"Ava?"The voice was warm yet filled with concern. It was exactly the same as last time.Ava's fingers curled slightly at her sides as she turned around. Since Diana had already spotted her, there was no point in avoiding the encounter. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and greeted her with quiet respect."Mrs. Richardson."Diana’s sharp eyes immediately landed on Ava’s cheek, where the unmistakable imprint of a slap stood out against her fair skin. The redness hadn’t yet faded, the edges of the bruise barely beginning to darken.Diana was an educated and refined woman. She knew better than to be too direct when addressing someone’s pain, but she couldn’t simply ignore what was right in front of her. Moreover, she had already observed that Ava was fiercely independent, someone who didn’t ask for help—even when she desperately needed it.How could my son allow his girlfriend to be treated like this?A deep frown formed on Dian
"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 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
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