All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 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

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

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 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