When Serena and Alexander married, he hadn’t even bothered to appear at city hall. The entire process had been orchestrated by Cornelius Vanderbilt’s influence, allowing Serena to obtain the marriage certificate without her groom’s presence.
Now, for the first time, she truly faced the reality of that document. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she opened the drawer, pulled out the marriage certificate, and traced her fingers over the embossed seal.
Alexander Vanderbilt.
The name carried an almost suffocating weight.
She barely glanced at the picture beside her own before tossing the certificate back into the drawer. Dwelling on it wouldn’t change anything. Their marriage was nothing more than a formality, and soon enough, it would be undone.
Deciding she had wasted enough time, Serena grabbed her coat and left for the hospital to visit her younger sister, Valentina.
By the time she arrived, it was past noon. The hospital hallways smelled faintly of antiseptic, the sterile scent mingling with the warmth of sunlight streaming through the high windows. The nurse had already left for lunch, leaving Valentina alone in the ward.
The moment Serena stepped inside, Valentina’s delicate features lit up.
“Serena!” she gasped excitedly, struggling to sit up. “What are you doing here? Let me guess—Dad’s being paranoid again?” She rolled her eyes. “I told him I’m fine! How could he go behind my back and call you?”
Serena chuckled, walking over to the bedside and handing her a cool bottle of water. “He’s just worried about you.”
Valentina had always been frail, her health delicate since birth. Each time she was hospitalized, their father, Alfonso, became overprotective, hovering like a hawk.
Valentina groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “Well, I hate being stuck here! Mom won’t stop fussing, and all I get to eat is milk. Do you know how humiliating it is for a grown woman to survive on bland hospital food?”
She tugged at Serena’s sleeve, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“The nurses won’t shut up about this new burger place nearby, and now I need one. Serena, you’re my favorite sister! Let’s sneak out and get me a burger—just one bite, I swear!”
Serena arched an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Didn’t you just say you told Dad you were fine?”
Valentina grinned sheepishly. “Fine enough for a burger.”
Despite herself, Serena sighed in amusement. She had always been weak against Valentina’s pleading expression.
Half an hour later, they returned with a freshly wrapped burger. The warm, savory scent filled the room as Serena unwrapped it and handed it over.
“Just a taste,” she warned, her voice stern but affectionate. “No swallowing.”
Valentina eagerly leaned forward, her fingers closing around the sandwich. But just as she was about to take a bite, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
The tension in the room snapped like a rubber band.
Serena turned to see Araminta Morales, their stepmother, standing in the doorway, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the designer handbag she clutched.
Her expression was a storm of fury and disbelief.
Striding forward, she snatched the burger from Valentina’s hands and, without hesitation, hurled it into the trash.
Araminta’s voice sliced through the tense silence, sharp and accusatory.
“Are you trying to kill your sister?” she spat, her cold gaze locking onto Serena. “I always knew you had bad intentions!”
Serena barely flinched, though the familiar bitterness churned in her chest. She had long grown used to Araminta’s hostility. Her eyes flickered to the discarded burger in the trash, the wrapper now crumpled like a useless scrap of paper. So much for a simple indulgence.
“What else did she feed you?” Araminta demanded, whirling on Valentina. “Are you feeling sick? I should call your father!”
“Mom, stop,” Valentina said anxiously, tugging at Araminta’s sleeve. “It’s not Serena’s fault. I begged her for it.”
Araminta paused, but instead of showing any sign of embarrassment, she merely narrowed her eyes, turning back to Serena with unrelenting scorn.
“Valentina doesn’t understand how serious her condition is, but you do. So why indulge her?”
Serena met her gaze evenly. “Because she’s not a child,” she replied, her voice calm but firm.
Araminta’s lips curled into a sneer. She had never cared for Serena—the living reminder of Alfonso’s first marriage. If it weren’t for Serena’s connection to the Vanderbilt family, she wouldn’t tolerate her existence at all.
“Alexander is back in New York now,” Araminta said, her tone dripping with condescension. “As his wife, you should stop thinking only about yourself. Focus on gaining the Vanderbilt family’s support for your father.”
Serena’s faint smile didn’t waver. “Are you blaming me for not doing enough for Dad?” she asked coolly. “Is that your opinion, or his?”
Araminta’s face darkened, her fingers tightening around her designer handbag. Before she could retort, Valentina quickly cut in, sensing the rising tension.
“Serena, could you get the medicine the doctor prescribed for me?” she asked, giving her sister a pleading look.
Serena took the opportunity to step away, walking briskly toward the pharmacy. Even as she left, Araminta’s grating voice echoed down the hallway.
“It’s been years! James doesn’t owe her anything anymore. She still holds a grudge against me because her mother worked herself to death! How is that my fault? It’s not like I made her mother unlucky!”
Serena’s grip tightened around the prescription slip in her hand. She didn’t stop walking.
The previous night had left her bruised and sore, but she had masked her discomfort well. The last thing she needed was to hear Araminta rewrite history.
After waiting in line at the pharmacy, she hesitated before heading toward the OB-GYN. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to go. Maybe it was the dull ache in her body, or maybe she just wanted confirmation that last night hadn’t left any lasting consequences.
The doctor’s exam was quick but thorough. Serena lay on the paper-covered examination table, staring at the sterile white ceiling as gloved hands prodded gently over her abdomen.
The doctor finally spoke, her voice cautious. “Miss Morales, would you like us to contact the police?”
Serena blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
The doctor’s expression softened, misinterpreting her shock. “If this wasn’t consensual, we can—”
“No,” Serena cut in quickly, embarrassment heating her cheeks. “That won’t be necessary.”
The doctor hesitated, then nodded. “You have some bruising, but nothing concerning. I’ll prescribe some anti-inflammatory medication.”
Serena barely registered the rest of the doctor’s words as she took the prescription and left.
Back in the hospital lobby, she nearly bumped into Josh Morales.
Neatly dressed in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back with practiced precision, Josh looked every bit the charming businessman. But Serena had never been fooled by appearances.
His gaze flicked to the pharmacy bag in her hand, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he smiled.
“Serena,” he greeted smoothly. “Here for Valentina? Or are you not feeling well?”
Serena resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His tone was too casual, too interested.
“I’ve already seen her,” she replied curtly, holding out the bag. “Give this to Araminta.”
Josh raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Why not come with me? It’s been a while since we last caught up.”
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry,” she said, brushing past him without another glance.
As she walked away, she felt the weight of his gaze lingering on her.
Josh watched her retreating figure, his smirk deepening. Anti-inflammatory meds from the OB-GYN?
His fingers tapped against his wristwatch as a satisfied expression settled over his face.
What a slut. Makes sense—her husband’s been gone for five years. Sooner or later, she’ll be mine.
Serena climbed into her car, gripping the steering wheel as a wave of melancholy settled over her like an unwelcome guest.When Araminta moved in with Valentina and Josh, Serena had gently suggested that it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to share a home with Josh, who wasn’t related to her by blood. A polite request—that he find his own place—had seemed reasonable.But Alfonso, ever eager to keep Araminta and Valentina happy, had hesitated. And rather than create conflict, Serena had quietly made the decision to move out herself.Now I’m just an outsider in my own family, she thought bitterly, pressing the ignition button.With no urgent work at the studio, she decided to head straight home. The cityscape blurred past her windows, neon signs flickering in the early evening light. But before she could lose herself in the solitude of the drive, her phone buzzed against the dashboard.Seeing the caller ID, her mood dipped further.Serena exhaled, letting it ring a few more times before r
Serena followed quietly behind Alexander, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The hallway was dimly lit, the overhead lights casting a warm, golden glow that reflected off the polished surfaces. Every inch of the 54 Club exuded luxury—gold-accented walls, velvet furnishings, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.At the entrance to the main lounge, a biometric scanner beeped softly as Alexander swiped his black membership card. The staff at the door bowed deeply, their expressions neutral but their posture stiff with reverence.Serena noted how effortlessly he commanded respect without uttering a single word. His presence alone carried authority—unshaken, unchallenged.She lingered a step behind, observing him. He was dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, the crisp white of his shirt standing out against the dark fabric. His demeanor was as cold as ever, yet there was something effortlessly magnetic about him.Alexander stopped abruptly, turn
I don’t think I made any mistake… Maybe he just doesn’t know me well enough, Serena mused, replaying the earlier encounter with Alexander. His sudden shift in mood had left her unsettled, making her wonder if she had unknowingly offended him.The soft buzz of her phone snapped her from her thoughts. Seeing Kevin’s name flash on the screen brought a small sense of relief.“Ava, have you arrived?” Kevin’s voice was steady yet laced with curiosity.“Hey, Kevin… I think I might’ve messed up,” Serena admitted with a sigh, running a hand through her hair.Kevin was taken aback. Serena—known professionally as Ava Alvarez—was one of the most meticulous designers he had ever worked with. He had never once heard her second-guess herself.“Room 1402. Come here, and we’ll sort it out,” he said, his tone reassuring.“Okay.” Ending the call, she flagged down a nearby waiter for directions and made her way through the dimly lit corridor toward the private suite.Inside the lavishly furnished room, Ke
Ava’s expression remained composed, her voice calm and measured, yet something about her quiet determination made Alexander pause—if only for a fleeting second. His sharp gaze flickered over her, searching for a hidden motive, but her sincerity made him hesitate.Still, his features remained impassive, his presence commanding. The aura of dominance he carried made it difficult for anyone to hold his gaze for too long.As the elevator descended, silence settled between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Ava's mind was already racing. The studio was still in its early stages, and securing a high-profile client like Alexander Vanderbilt would cement its reputation. She had long learned that pride didn’t pay the bills—persistence did.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said, her tone poised yet earnest. “I’d like to understand your design preferences. I can tailor something specifically for you, and if you’re not satisfied, I won’t charge a single cent.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. She’s persi
Serena vaguely remembered the details of the project Kevin had mentioned. At the time, she had been preoccupied with another client’s design, and Michael Murray’s request had slipped her mind.Now, Kevin informed her that Michael had placed an order through the studio and was currently at the golf course. He wanted her to meet him there.The golf course was located in the affluent suburbs, a sprawling property spanning thousands of acres—one of the most coveted private clubs in New York. Lush green fairways stretched endlessly under the clear blue sky, lined by manicured hedges and glistening sand traps.When Serena parked her car, a uniformed assistant promptly approached her at the entrance.“Good afternoon, Miss Morales,” the assistant greeted with a polished smile. “Mr. Murray is expecting you. This way, please.”Serena followed the assistant through the grand entrance of the clubhouse, past towering glass windows that overlooked the expansive greens. But instead of heading straigh
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
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
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 nurse hesitated for a moment but then entered Alfonso’s hospital room, pushing the small stainless steel tray in front of her. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the stark white walls, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air.The two bodyguards stationed outside barely spared her a glance. She was the same nurse who had been tending to Alfonso’s care for days, her presence routine and unremarkable.Inside, Alfonso lay motionless on the hospital bed, his breathing slow and mechanical. His face was gaunt, his skin sallow under the artificial lighting. The machines beside him hummed a rhythmic yet fragile tune, a constant reminder of his precarious condition.With practiced hands, the nurse reached for the syringe, carefully drawing the medication into it, preparing to inject it into the IV bag.But just as she brought the needle close to the drip chamber, Alfonso’s eyes shot open—wide and filled with sudden panic. His body convulsed, his chest heaving
Ava made her way to Le Châteauesque Manor today. It had been a few days since she last checked in on Rex, and the thought of how his surgical wound was healing gnawed at her.As she stepped through the grand iron gates, the scent of freshly trimmed hedges and late-blooming roses filled the crisp afternoon air. The estate's sprawling gardens, once a place of quiet solace, felt strangely empty without Rex bounding through them.Aunt Torres's face lit up the moment she spotted Ava, her warm smile deepening the wrinkles around her eyes. "I just took Rex for a walk," she said, brushing her hands against her apron. "Rex has been restless."With Alexander still absent, Aunt Torres hadn't dared let Rex roam freely. Instead, the loyal dog had been confined to the spacious back room, his days spent pacing within its walls.As soon as Ava entered, Rex's ears perked up, and the sound of his frantic barking echoed through the manor. He recognized her instantly.Her heart ached.She hurried over, cr
Ava reached for the car door handle but hesitated, her fingers lingering against the cool metal. With a deep breath, she sank back into her seat, turning to Alexander. "Mr. Vanderbilt, if Miss Victoria Laurent comes after me again… can I still count on you for help?"Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable weight behind her words. She wasn’t asking lightly. The Morales family couldn’t compete with the power and influence of the Laurents, let alone the Vanderbilts. Victoria was his girlfriend, and with his support, she could become even more ruthless.Alexander’s hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze unreadable. A silence stretched between them before he finally spoke. "Why do you think I would take your side?"Ava met his stare, determined. "It’s not about taking sides. It’s about doing what’s right. At least I never provoked Miss Laurent. She’s the one who sees me as a rival—even though, between you and me, Mr. Vanderbilt, there’s nothing going on."The mome
The meeting, originally scheduled for two hours, stretched into three due to an unexpected change midway. By the time it finally concluded, Alexander shut his laptop and glanced out the window. Night had fallen completely, and the cityscape shimmered with golden lights, illuminating the skyline in a breathtaking display.He had informed Jonathan earlier that he would be driving himself tonight, so his assistant had already left. Now, the only person remaining in the office with him was Ava.Alexander rose from his chair and made his way toward her. She was curled up on the couch, fast asleep, her breathing soft and even. For a moment, he hesitated. She looked peaceful—almost fragile—under the warm office lights, and he didn’t want to wake her. But he had to.“Ava,” he called gently.Dressed in his impeccably tailored suit, he reached out a hand and nudged her lightly with his long fingertips. Instead of waking up properly, Ava instinctively reached out and grasped his hand, her finger
Ava furrowed her brows slightly. Was losing her position such a devastating blow to Michelle?Tears streamed down Michelle's face, her expression twisted with rage and humiliation. "He actually sided with you—he actually sided with you! There must be something unspeakable between you two! You seduced him, you wretched woman! I hope you rot in hell!"Ava found the accusation almost laughable. Now, she fully understood—Michelle’s fury wasn’t just about losing her job. Alexander must have dismissed her personally, delivering a blow to both her career and her pride.Watching Michelle unravel, Ava decided she had tolerated enough. Striding forward as the security guards held Michelle back, she landed two sharp slaps across her face.The sound echoed in the tense air.Michelle stood frozen, her wide eyes filled with disbelief as she slowly raised a trembling hand to her stinging cheek. "You dare to hit me?"Ava smiled, a slow and deliberate curve of her lips. "Yes. I do."She leaned in slig
The city stretched out beyond the vast floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vanderbilt family’s office, its skyline glowing against the velvet night. The twinkling lights reflected off the polished mahogany desk where Alexander sat, a stark contrast to his cold, impassive demeanor. Shadows from the skyscrapers flickered across the glass, but he remained motionless, focused on the papers before him.Jonathan entered the room, a stack of documents in hand, his expression tinged with hesitation. "Sir," he began cautiously, "I heard that PW Group has signed a cooperation agreement with the Morales family."Alexander didn’t even glance up. His fingers tapped idly against the edge of his pen, his attention still fixed on the contract before him.Jonathan hesitated before continuing. "Five hundred million dollars. That’s the Morales family’s two-year order volume, and they have to complete it within six months. If they fail, they’ll face severe penalties—possibly even bankruptcy."The silence tha
Ava's forehead furrowed deeper as she scanned the document in front of her. It outlined a five hundred million dollar collaboration between the Morales family and PW Group, yet it was frustratingly vague on specifics.Her fingers tightened around the paper. What kind of deal required such an astronomical cash flow? Even during the last round of financing, the Vanderbilt family hadn’t invested this much. This project was larger than any she had seen before.A cold sense of unease settled in her chest. Something wasn’t right.Without wasting another moment, she picked up her phone and called Alexei Volkov. After acquiring Mr. Thompson’s company, Alexei had gained considerable insight into PW Group, far more than Rachel would know.When he picked up, there was an unmistakable smirk in his voice. “Ava, really? You only call me when you need something? What happened to our friendship?”His tone was teasing, but she didn’t have time for games.“Mr. Volkov,” she said, trying to keep her voice
With his passport, bank card, and phone securely in his pocket, Kenny was just about to leisurely step into his car when—out of nowhere—a rough burlap sack was thrown over his head."Who?!" he shouted, his voice laced with sudden panic.There was no answer. Instead, a pair of strong hands grabbed him, dragging him backward into a dark alley. Before he could struggle, blunt blows landed on his body—hard, merciless strikes from what felt like wooden clubs. A dull, sickening pain spread through his limbs as the world around him became a blur of agony.Kenny's mind raced. He was supposed to be on a flight out of the country tonight. The money had already been transferred, and Alfonso could wake up at any moment. If Alfonso identified him, everything—years of careful scheming, countless manipulations—would be ruined. Who the hell was doing this? And why now, at the worst possible moment?Damn it!Fear coiled in his gut as he tried to bargain. "Stop hitting me! I'll give you fifty thousand d
The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hum of medical equipment monitoring every breath Alfonso took. The dim lighting in the hospital room cast long shadows, making the space feel colder than it already was.Ava sat beside the bed, her fingers curled around her father’s frail, calloused hand. She had spent the last few days in a relentless cycle of worry, exhaustion, and hope, unsure whether he would wake up at all.Then, finally, a flicker of movement.Alfonso's eyelids fluttered before slowly, painstakingly, opening. His eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion, locked onto Ava’s face. There was something in them—something urgent, desperate, almost pleading. But when he tried to speak, the oxygen mask stifled his words, reducing them to shallow gasps.Ava’s heart clenched at the sight."Dad," she said softly, squeezing his hand. "Please don’t push yourself. You're still recovering. You need to take it slow."Tears welled up in his eyes, spillin