All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ava gripped the steering wheel tightly, her frustration simmering as she drove back to the hotel. She refused to let anyone dictate her designs, let alone make major changes that compromised her vision. Difficult clients were nothing new to her, but they had always respected her professional judgment in the end. Victoria, however, was deliberately making things difficult. Maybe it was time to step away. She had initially taken this project because her studio had been struggling, but now that they were stable, she didn’t have to tolerate this nonsense any longer.Making a firm decision, she swiftly organized her documents and returned to the hotel, determined to wait for Alexander.Meanwhile, Alexander had declined Victoria’s dinner invitation, using work as an excuse. As he stepped out of the elevator, Jonathan followed closely behind, briefing him on the final preparations for tomorrow’s meeting. But as Alexander glanced toward his hotel room, he noticed someone waiting outside. His s

Victoria arrived at the top floor and knocked lightly before pushing open the door. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over Alexander, who was seated on the sofa, engaged in a video conference with overseas executives. The faint scent of shower gel lingered in the air, suggesting he had just taken a shower. At the thought, her body grew warm.Beneath her coat, she wore an alluring outfit—something she had carefully chosen just for tonight. A gift for him. She believed that once he unwrapped it, he would be very pleased. A slight blush tinged her cheeks as she stepped inside and changed into indoor slippers.But just as she squatted down, her fingers froze mid-motion. Two long strands of hair lay on the pristine floor.Her heart pounded. The penthouse was Alexander’s private space, professionally cleaned and disinfected daily due to his extreme aversion to germs. No one was allowed to enter without full coverage, ensuring that not even a single strand of hair would be left behi

That night, instead of returning to his usual hotel, Alexander went to Le Châteauesque Manor—a place that, until recently, had been occupied by Rex, the dog. The lingering traces of dog hair triggered his allergy, and despite taking medication, he developed a mild fever by morning.When Victoria heard about this from Hugo, she wasted no time. Since she and Alexander had agreed to mend their relationship, she needed to show sincerity.As she stepped into the Vanderbilt Corporation’s sleek marble lobby, the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The reception area was always buzzing with activity, a hub of well-dressed professionals gliding between meetings. Women came to the Vanderbilt family offices daily, each one hoping to catch Alexander’s attention. Celebrities, socialites, and influencers—all eager to get close to the elusive billionaire. The front desk had learned to turn them away effortlessly. But Victoria? She belonged here. Brigitte—Raphael's girlf

The heavy air in Le Châteauesque Manor carried the weight of discontent. The tension was palpable as Mr. Vanderbilt Sr. walked in with slow, measured steps, his cane tapping softly against the marble floor. His presence commanded instant attention. He settled into the high-backed armchair across from the sofa with practiced ease. The room, grand yet intimate, was bathed in the soft glow of antique chandeliers, casting a warm contrast against the tension crackling in the air. His sharp gaze swept across the grand room before settling on Victoria, who sat stiffly on the couch. Aunt Torres, ever the dutiful housekeeper, hurried over with a delicate porcelain teacup, steam curling from its surface. The old man accepted it with a measured nod, lifting the cup just enough to brush away the floating tea leaves with its lid before taking a deliberate sip. His voice, steady and firm carrying the weight of authority. “Miss Laurent,” he began, his tone cutting through the thick silence like a

As Ava finished helping Rita with her painting, she glanced over and saw Rita on the phone, her voice light and cheerful. Only then did Ava realize that Rita’s driver had already left.Rita returned with a bright smile. “Ava, do you have any plans for tonight or tomorrow morning?”Ava thought for a moment. Her father was still unconscious, and the construction in Manhattan was progressing smoothly. Aside from picking up Rex tomorrow afternoon, she had nothing pressing. “Not really.”Rita clapped her hands in excitement. “That’s great!”Without warning, she linked her arm with Ava’s and pulled her toward the roadside. “I absolutely must treat you to something amazing today! I guarantee you’ve never tasted anything like it before!”Ava was about to protest when she spotted a sleek black luxury car parked ahead. Her stomach twisted. She knew that car.Alexander’s car.Before she could react, Rita had already opened the door and gently nudged her inside.“Xander, I brought Ava along. You