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

Serena Morales woke up, only to find the man beside her still asleep. Enduring the discomfort between her legs, she got out of bed. Just as she was about to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, a cold voice came from behind her."How much do you want?" he remarked in an indifferent tone, sounding nothing like the guy who murmured dirty talk softly in her ear last night.Serena paused, feeling absurd.After three years of marriage, her husband didn't even know who she was. Three years ago, she accidentally saved Cornelius Vanderbilt, the patriarch of the Vanderbilt family, from death. At that time, her father's company encountered difficulties during its first round of financing. So Cornelius offered her a deal: if Serena married his grandson Alexander Vanderbilt, he would invest three billion dollars into her dad's business.Alexander never appeared during their marriage ceremony, and it wasn't until she received her marriage certificate that Serena found out he had gone abroad.

Serena got into her car, feeling somewhat depressed.When Araminta moved in with Valentina and Josh, Serena suggested that it wouldn't be proper for her to live in the same place with Josh, who was not related to her through blood. Thus, she tried to advise that maybe Josh could move out and live alone.Yet Alfonso didn't wanna upset Araminta and Valentina, so he hedged.Serena didn't wanna frustrate Alfonso, so she moved out.'Now I seem to be the outsider,' Serena thought to herself.She didn't have to clock in at the studio, so she drove back home directly. Her phone rang and she found herself in a worse mood upon seeing the caller ID.Taking a deep breath after letting her phone ring for a while, Serena finally picked it up."Hello, Mrs. Vanderbilt."It was Cordelia Vanderbilt, Alexander's mother, on the other end of the line.Ever since they got married, her high-born and snobbish mother-in-law was never satisfied with her. Serena knew better than to provoke her. Thus, she tried t

‘I don’t think I’ve made any mistake, though. Maybe he just doesn't know me well.’ Luckily for her, her phone rang. It was Kevin. "Have you arrived?""Hey, Kevin... I think I just messed up."Kevin was surprised because he trusted Serena very much due to her talent in designing. She never said that before about messing up something related to work."Room 1402. Come here before we talk about it.""Okay." Serena hung up the phone after asking the waiter for directions to the given room.Kevin looked up and turned to Raphael, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed. "Mr. Richardson, the designer will be here soon."Raphael had a very flamboyant appearance that exuded youthful energy all over his body. He smiled with raised eyebrows. "No rush, Xander is still on his way, too. When they meet face-to-face later, things will definitely work out."With this guarantee from Raphael, Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. "Alexander and I were high school classmates but he probably doesn't

Serena remembered the details vaguely. At the time, she had been caught up with another client’s project and had forgotten about it.Kevin had mentioned that Michael had placed an order with the studio and was currently at the golf course. He wanted her to meet him there.The golf course was located in the suburbs, a sprawling property covering thousands of acres—a prized piece of land in New York.When Serena parked her car, an assistant promptly came to greet her at the entrance.“Hello, Miss Morales,” the assistant said with a polite smile. “This way, please.”Serena followed the assistant until she realized she was being led to a changing room.“The grass and sand on the golf course require careful maintenance, so non-players and caddies are not allowed on the field. I’ve prepared some clubs for you. Do you play golf, Miss Morales?” the assistant asked.“I do, but not very well,” Serena replied modestly.“That’s alright. Please change into these clothes first. Mr. Michael Murray i

Serena left the golf course feeling disgusted. Inside her car, the memory of Michael’s actions churned in her mind. What a vile man. Too bad there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Surrounded by high-end vehicles, her modest car looked out of place. She eased it into reverse, careful to avoid scratches. But before she could maneuver out, another car raced up and slammed into her rear bumper. The impact jolted her forward, nearly slamming her head against the windshield. Her car skidded ahead several feet, colliding with a Bentley parked in front. Shaken but uninjured, Serena got out to assess the damage. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the other car, her immaculate makeup and haughty demeanor giving away her privileged background. The woman’s disdainful gaze swept over Serena’s car, clearly judging it as beneath her notice. She turned to Serena with a sneer, assuming she was just another social climber. “You’ll hear from my insurance company,” the woman said dismissively