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
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
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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