Dear Gentle Readers,
Let’s play a game of guessing which character said the quote on the chapter title... Comment who you think say "I want Ava. And I want her now!" before you read this chapter...
E.C.
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Josh's bloodshot eyes locked onto the car speeding ahead of him, his grip on the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Fury coiled inside him like a viper, ready to strike. He wanted nothing more than to crash into her, to force her to a stop—to make Ava his, no matter the cost.
But Ava was faster. It was as if she could anticipate his every move, her driving precise, calculated. He floored the gas pedal, ignoring the blaring sirens that suddenly erupted behind him. Police patrol cars closed in, their flashing red and blue lights reflecting off his windshield, but Josh was beyond caring. He wouldn't let them stop him—not before he got Ava.
The problem was, she had already slipped through his fingers.
Le Châteauesque Manor had strict speed restrictions, and as soon as Ava reached the gated entrance, the security guards recognized her car and lifted the barrier without hesitation. She disappeared inside, leaving Josh trapped on the outside.
The second he tried to follow, a barricade of police cars cut off his path. Officers surrounded his vehicle, barking commands, their hands hovering over their weapons. Josh slammed his fists against the steering wheel, a guttural growl escaping his throat. His furious gaze never left the entrance of Le Châteauesque Manor.
Ava had escaped.
---When Araminta’s phone rang, she snatched it up, expecting news about Kenny. She had already informed the police about his sudden disappearance, and worry gnawed at her stomach. But the voice on the other end didn’t mention Kenny.
Instead, they wanted her to come down to the station and collect Josh.
Her brows furrowed. What had that idiot done now?
When she arrived at the police station, she found Josh in a state of barely contained rage, his body tense as he snapped at the officers. His face was red, his eyes wild.
Araminta hurriedly paid the bail and ushered him outside, shoving him into the car. But the moment she settled into the driver’s seat, he turned on her with venom.
“This is all your fault for messing around with Kenny,” he spat. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this damn situation!”
A flicker of shame crossed Araminta’s face, but she quickly buried it.
“Josh, listen to me,” she said, forcing her voice into something close to reason. “If your father wakes up and asks Cornelius Vanderbilt for help, both Kenny and I will be thrown in jail. Kenny’s already missing, and I’m thinking of selling my shares to get some cash. We need to leave New York City—”
Josh’s fist lashed out, slamming into the car window. The glass shattered in an instant, sending shards raining down onto the seat.
Araminta shrieked, her hands flying to the wheel.
Josh’s breathing was ragged, his fists trembling.
“Shut up,” he growled. “I don’t give a damn about the Morales family’s money. I want Ava. And I want her now.”
Araminta’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles paling. She had never seen him this unhinged before, his obsession twisting into something monstrous.
“Josh…” she murmured cautiously, but he didn’t even spare her a glance.
Realizing that reasoning with him was futile, she fell silent. But her unease only grew. James could wake up at any moment, and when he did, all hell would break loose.
---Meanwhile, back at Le Châteauesque Manor, Ava’s hands were still trembling around the steering wheel. The close call with Josh had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
This had to end.
She knew Josh well enough to understand that as long as he was still free, she’d never be safe—not here, not anywhere. Sitting back and waiting for him to make the next move wasn’t an option.
Taking a steadying breath, she changed into dark, nondescript clothing, pulling a cap low over her forehead and securing a mask over her face. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Even Rachel wouldn’t recognize her now.
As the sky darkened, she slipped out, accompanied by two of Mr. Vanderbilt Sr.’s most trusted drivers. One of them, according to Aunt Torres, was a professional at evasion—he could shake off a dozen cars without breaking a sweat.
Ava had him take her car as a decoy while she rode in the second vehicle. If Josh was going to come after her, she’d make sure he walked straight into her trap.
She sent him a message.
Ava: Where are you? I’ll come find you. Let’s talk.
Josh’s response was immediate, as expected. He sent an address—an abandoned bar on the outskirts of the city, a place known for its lack of surveillance.
A smirk curled at the corner of Ava’s lips. His intentions were obvious.
Ava: I heard the Morales family is in trouble. I need to ask you something.
Josh sneered at his screen. “That dumb bitch actually dared to meet me.”
Without hesitation, he jumped into his car and drove to the location, his excitement thrumming through his veins.
The moment he arrived, he headed straight for the innermost private room. He had everything ready—ropes, whips, candles, and a selection of drugs. The second Ava walked through that door, she was his. He’d break her, make her regret ever defying him. And once he was done, he’d sell her off.
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
When Ava arrived at the bar, she didn’t go inside. Instead, she took out a small pair of scissors and methodically punctured two of Josh’s tires. He wouldn’t be making a quick escape tonight.
Then, slipping back into the waiting car, she had her driver position the vehicle directly at the entrance. There was no way Josh was leaving this place without her say-so.
Finally, she sent the last message.
Ava: I’m here.
Josh grinned, rolling his shoulders as he got to his feet. He strode out of the private room, fully expecting to see her standing there, helpless.
Sure enough, Ava’s car was parked right at the entrance.
His blood boiled with anticipation.
Tonight, he would make her his.
Just as Josh neared, another message popped up on his screen.
Ava: [I'm worried this place isn't safe. Let's go somewhere else, not far from here.]
Almost on cue, the car in front of him slowly began to pull away. It moved deliberately, as if waiting for him to follow.
Josh’s pulse quickened. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He climbed into his car, feeling a twisted sense of triumph. But as he started the engine, the dashboard lit up with a tire pressure warning.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Something was wrong.
Logically, he should have stopped to check. But ahead, the car carrying Ava—or so he thought—kept rolling forward, luring him in. The temptation was too much to resist. Changing a tire meant wasting precious time. Dragging her down with him, however? That was worth the risk.
What Josh didn’t know was that Ava was nowhere near that car. The only person inside was a seasoned driver, a man hired specifically for this task. Ava hadn’t done anything as reckless as cutting the brake lines—that would be too dangerous. Instead, she had only punctured the tires, leaving Josh with a choice.
Yet, in his blind pursuit, he threw caution aside.
As expected, the driver ahead noticed Josh taking the bait. Without hesitation, he veered onto the highway.
The road Josh had chosen for the meeting was already secluded, but now they were heading toward a more treacherous path—a winding mountain road notorious for late-night street races.
Ava had deliberately mentioned it earlier, offhandedly bringing up how Josh had once loved the thrill of racing there. It had been a calculated remark, planting the seed in the driver’s mind.
And the driver understood the message loud and clear.
With smooth precision, he guided the car into the narrow curves, drifting effortlessly through a series of hairpin turns.
Behind him, Josh’s eyes darkened with manic determination. He barely blinked as he pressed the accelerator, thrilled by the fact that they were getting further and further away from the city. The remoteness of the road sent a sick wave of excitement through him.
Soon, she would have nowhere to run.
He imagined her car finally stopping, her helpless expression, her breathless pleas. He could almost hear it now—her begging, her fear.
Josh clenched the steering wheel, a twisted grin creeping onto his face. Arrogant bitch. You won’t escape me tonight.
But then—
The car jerked.
It swerved wildly as he yanked the wheel, trying to regain control. His gut lurched as the vehicle fishtailed violently, tires screeching against the asphalt.
A split second later, metal met rock.
The impact was deafening.
Glass shattered, the car crumpled, and Josh’s body was thrown forward with brutal force. As the vehicle lurched toward the cliff’s edge, sheer terror shot through him.
He was going to die.
With the last ounce of his strength, he lunged for the door and hurled himself out—just before the car tipped over the edge and plunged into the darkness below.
The fall was long. The explosion even longer.
Josh hit the ground hard. Agony shot through his legs—both were broken. His vision blurred, pain consuming him entirely. And then—blackness.
---Inside the lead car, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed the absence of headlights behind him. His expression remained impassive as he smoothly changed course, taking an alternate route back.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“It’s done,” he reported.
On the other end of the line, Ava sat in the dim interior of her own car. At his words, her grip on the steering wheel tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line. Her throat felt suddenly dry.
“…Okay. Got it.”
This was the first time she had orchestrated something like this. And yet, she felt no guilt.
Josh had become a parasite, feeding off his own hate, refusing to let go. He had already poisoned too much of her life. She had given him a chance—more than one. He was the one who had chosen revenge.
He had no one to blame but himself.
---As the two cars neared Le Châteauesque Manor, Ava hesitated. If Alexander was there, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. Making a split-second decision, she switched back to her own vehicle and turned toward the Upper West Side instead.
It was already past nine. Her phone screen lit up, showing a missed call from Alexander. She had been too preoccupied with Josh to notice it earlier.
She dialed back, but before she could even say a word—
He hung up.
Ava stared at the screen, her brow furrowing.
Really?
Of all the things Alexander could be, petty wasn’t usually one of them. But tonight? He was acting ridiculous.
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Alexander was at Le Châteauesque Manor that evening, an imposing estate of modern elegance and old-world grandeur. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the marbled floors, their light reflecting off the polished mahogany furniture.
When he returned home, Aunt Torres was surprised. It was one thing for him to call earlier to check on a dog, but to come back so early just to personally retrieve its leash? That was unprecedented. She watched him with curious eyes as he picked up Rex's leash and made a call—only for it to go unanswered.
His jaw tightened, his face darkening visibly before he tossed the leash aside with a sharp flick of his wrist.
Aunt Torres hesitated before cautiously asking, “Aren’t you going to return the dog?”
"No." His voice was clipped, his mood unreadable as he strode toward the staircase. “The owner doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.”
Aunt Torres sighed inwardly. Of course, Ava wasn’t in a hurry. After all, she knew exactly where Rex was.
---Meanwhile, Ava hesitated, her phone in hand. Should she call again?
She couldn't figure out Alexander's temper, so instead, she called Aunt Torres.
"Aunt Torres, Alexander hasn’t been skimping on Rex’s food, has he?"
Would he be petty enough to starve her dog out of spite? Rex was mischievous and incredibly picky, a result of being spoiled since he was a puppy. The poor thing wouldn’t be able to handle such mistreatment.
Aunt Torres chuckled. "Don’t worry, dear. Tonight, he even had us feed Rex imported beef."
Ava was speechless. Imported beef? That stuff cost hundreds of dollars per pound! Even she hadn’t indulged Rex to that extent.
Realizing Rex was being treated better than ever, Ava exhaled in relief. At least that was one less thing to worry about tonight. With Josh’s situation finally settled, she could finally get a good night’s sleep.
---Back at the manor, Alexander sat in his sleek, modern study, reviewing company documents. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the glow of his laptop and the ambient city lights outside the vast window.
As the hours passed, his brows furrowed deeper. Not a single call.
By midnight, a storm had settled behind his cold gaze. She really wasn’t planning to call.
His fingers drummed impatiently against the glass table. His expression was unreadable, but there was a certain tension in his posture—a growing urge to sell Rex on the spot.
Eventually, with a heavy exhale, he shut his laptop. Time to wash up and call it a night.
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The golden light of dawn spilled over Le Châteauesque Manor, casting long shadows across the estate.
Alexander picked up his phone and called Rita. "Come pick up Rex."
On the other end, Rita paused before responding, "So, you did see my messages. You found Rex pretty fast."
When she arrived at the manor, she stepped inside, eyeing Alexander with amusement. "By the way, why didn’t you return him yourself? Ava would probably be thrilled."
Standing in the grand foyer, Alexander adjusted the cuffs of his perfectly tailored suit. His expression remained cool, unreadable. “None of my business.”
Rita raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk. Slept with her, but now acting indifferent?
For someone who never entertained casual flings, Alexander certainly had a way of pretending he didn’t care.
Outside, he walked toward his luxury car, sleek and black, reflecting the morning light like polished obsidian.
"Can you give me a ride?" Rita asked, holding Rex. "I don’t want to leave him in the back of my car. If anything happens, I won’t be able to explain it to Ava."
Alexander shot her an impassive glance before shutting the car door. "I’m allergic to dog fur."
Rita rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’ve been living with him.”
Instead of arguing, she tried a different angle. "If I return Rex myself, Ava will assume I found him. Should I mention that it was actually you?"
Alexander barely glanced her way. "No need." He rolled up the window, effectively ending the conversation.
Rita sighed, watching his car speed away. The man was impossible.
She made a quick call to Ava.
---Ava had been cleaning when the phone rang. As soon as she heard Rita's voice, she rushed downstairs.
The moment Rex saw her, his tail wagged furiously, and he jumped up excitedly.
Holding him close, Ava smiled. "You little troublemaker."
Rita had a noon class and couldn’t stay long. As she got back into her car, she casually added, "Alexander found the dog, but he was busy, so he didn’t bring him himself. Don’t be sad, okay? Just try a little harder—sooner or later, he’ll start caring about you."
Ava blinked.
Try harder? Why should she try to make Alexander care?
She watched Rita drive off, completely confused.
As Ava brought Rex upstairs, she crossed paths with Bridgitte, who was on her way out.
The moment Bridgitte spotted the dog, she recoiled, her expression twisted in disgust. "Pets are so dirty. Keep its mouth shut. If it barks at night, I’ll definitely report it to property management."
Ava barely spared her a glance. Instead, her gaze flicked over Bridgitte’s outfit—head-to-toe designer labels, her fingers clutching an Hermès bag that was probably worth a small fortune.
Clearly, Raphael had been generous.
Noticing Ava’s glance, Bridgitte raised the bag higher, flaunting it. "Oh, this?" she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "It cost over $7,000."
Ava pursed her lips, unimpressed. Without a word, she turned and walked into her apartment, shutting the door behind her.
Bridgitte stood frozen in place, face flushing with anger.
Her attempt to stir up trouble between Ava and Victoria had clearly failed. But that didn't mean she was going to stop trying.
---Still fuming from her encounter with Ava, Bridgitte arrived at Vanderbilt Group with renewed spite.
During lunch, she leaned in conspiratorially with a group of colleagues, voice dripping with malicious glee.
"Did you know that Mr. Vanderbilt’s designer was caught messing around with a villa owner? The wife found out and confronted her at the studio!"
"Really?" one of them gasped.
Bridgitte smirked. "Of course it’s true. Raphael told me, and he’s well-connected. Besides, how do you think she even got to be Alexander’s designer in the first place—"
Her words were cut off by a sharp, cold voice.
"Within half an hour, go get your resignation letter."
The room fell silent. Bridgitte’s breath hitched.
Slowly, she turned—only to see Alexander standing behind her, Jonathan at his side.
His gaze was ice-cold, his presence commanding.
Bridgitte’s mouth went dry. She had just made a very, very big mistake...
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the pristine hotel suite. The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the faint remnants of last night’s champagne.Alexander stood by the window, his posture rigid, his sharp gaze fixed on the woman sitting at the edge of the bed. Serena.She was undeniably beautiful, her tousled hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her delicate fingers working swiftly as she finished buttoning her blouse. But Alexander remained unmoved.“I’ll compensate you generously,” his voice was smooth but laced with ice. “But don’t expect anything beyond that. What happened last night changes nothing.”Serena paused, fingers tightening around the last button of her blouse. The weight of his words pressed against her, heavy and unforgiving.Meanwhile, Alexander’s mind reeled, replaying the events of the previous night in fragmented flashes.The Vanderbilt family had hosted a grand banquet in his honor—a sp
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
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
Dear Gentle Readers, Let’s play a game of guessing which character said the quote on the chapter title... Comment who you think say "I want Ava. And I want her now!" before you read this chapter...E.C. ---------Josh's bloodshot eyes locked onto the car speeding ahead of him, his grip on the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Fury coiled inside him like a viper, ready to strike. He wanted nothing more than to crash into her, to force her to a stop—to make Ava his, no matter the cost.But Ava was faster. It was as if she could anticipate his every move, her driving precise, calculated. He floored the gas pedal, ignoring the blaring sirens that suddenly erupted behind him. Police patrol cars closed in, their flashing red and blue lights reflecting off his windshield, but Josh was beyond caring. He wouldn't let them stop him—not before he got Ava.The problem was, she had already slipped through his fingers.Le Châteauesque Manor had strict speed restrictions, and
Alexander finished his breakfast at a leisurely pace before heading straight to the Vanderbilt Group. The crisp morning air held a slight chill, though it did little to cool the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior.As he arrived at the entrance of the sleek, glass-fronted headquarters, a familiar figure stood waiting. Ava.She looked exhausted—her usually bright eyes dulled with fatigue, the shadows beneath them betraying a sleepless night. The soft fabric of her blouse was slightly wrinkled, her posture tense with urgency."Alexander, about Rex..." Her voice was hoarse, carrying the weight of concern.He didn’t break stride, his polished dress shoes tapping against the marble floor as he passed her without a glance. "I was drunk last night and made a mistake," he said coolly. "Rex wasn’t with me."Liar.Ava remained frozen in place, watching his retreating back. If she hadn’t seen Rex at Le Châteauesque Manor with her own eyes, she might have believed him.Why on earth would
The night was quiet, the air thick with the crisp scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves in the vast garden of Le Châteauesque Manor.Rex stood at the door, his tail wagging wildly, thudding against the frame in rapid succession. Ava paused mid-step, frowning slightly. Aunt Torres must have forgotten to shut the door again.Before she could take another step, Rex bolted towards her, nearly knocking into her legs as he circled frantically. His body trembled with restless energy, his paws scuffing against the polished floor as if pleading with her for something. He let out a soft whimper, then barked—loud and insistent."Shh," Ava hushed him quickly, glancing toward the dimly lit hallway. The last thing she needed was to wake Aunt Torres.Rex, however, was having none of it. He planted his feet, resisting her grip on his leash, his entire body taut with tension. It was strange—normally, he was obedient. But tonight, he
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