All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cordelia knew her son well. He wasn’t one for frivolous relationships or fleeting infatuations. But with the Morales Group on the brink of a crucial second round of financing, she feared they wouldn’t let go of the Vanderbilt family without a fight. A divorce wouldn’t come easy—at least, not right away. She wanted to push further but she knew it would only annoy Xander. Alexander didn’t want to dwell on that woman any longer. He ended the call with a quiet sigh, placing his phone down with a controlled motion, his expression carefully indifferent. Turning his attention back to the present, he straightened and addressed the woman in front of him, his tone all business. “Excuse me, Miss Alvarez. Let’s focus on the design. We have ten minutes to discuss it.”Serena wasn’t fazed by the earlier call. She met his gaze calmly and asked in a professional tone, “Mr. Vanderbilt, do you have anu specific plan in mind? For example, any sports or hobbies you and your partner enjoy? Are children s

Serena hesitated at the entrance of the upscale restaurant. Despite her usual composure, something about this situation felt off.Behind her, Raphael leaned in, whispering, "See that woman by the French window? That’s my mother. She’s a force to be reckoned with. If I walk out of here in one piece today, you’ll be my savior."Suppressing a chuckle, Serena’s lips twitched slightly. She instinctively lowered her head, trying to remain unnoticed. Unfortunately, it was too late. Diana Vanderbilt Richardson had already spotted them.Straightening his posture, Raphael stiffened. "Here we go," he muttered before gently placing a hand on Serena’s waist and guiding her toward the table.Diana’s sharp gaze swept over them, scrutinizing every detail. She didn’t miss a thing.Ever the gentleman, Raphael pulled out a chair for Serena, flashing a charming smile. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Ava Alvarez. You can call her Ava. She’s an interior designer."For a brief moment, Serena’s mind went blank.

Twenty minutes later, Serena arrived at Westchester Manor with a heavy heart, her mind clouded by lingering worries. As she approached the entrance, a maid opened the door, her expression less than welcoming. "Miss Morales, what are you here for again? Madam is not in," she said, her tone sharp.Serena’s eyes swept over the hall. Apart from a few cleaning staff, the place was eerily quiet. She was about to ask if Alexander had been around when she noticed the maid turning away, already bored with her presence.Well, that attitude wasn’t surprising. Every time she came here, Cordelia’s staff treated her coldly. Everyone in the household knew her position was tenuous at best. Why bother with politeness when she was bound to be replaced?"Who’s here?"A voice rang out from the garden, light and cheerful. Serena turned toward the source and saw a young girl stepping inside, her expression curious and playful. "Is it the new maid? She looks quite pretty," the girl said with a genuine innoc

Patty, however, did not think that the discussion was over. She slammed her hand on the table, her voice trembling with frustration. “Alright! If you’re bold enough to submit anonymously, then everyone should do it too! Let Alexander decide for himself. Who do you think you are?! We’ve all graduated from prestigious universities—what makes you so special?!”Serena remained seated, her tone calm and measured. “So, will you submit your designs?”Patty bristled with anger, her gaze darting to the others in the studio, hoping for support.In the quiet tension that followed, it became clear that no one wanted to step forward.Everyone in the studio was well aware of Serena’s ability. Her designs were innovative and sophisticated, consistently earning high praise from clients. This, in turn, boosted the studio’s reputation and opened doors for all of them.But competing against someone like Serena was a gamble few were willing to take.Submitting their designs alongside hers and having Alex

Michael’s smirk deepened as he reached out to pinch Valentina’s chin, clearly enjoying her trembling fear.Valentina squeezed her eyes shut, her long lashes quivering as tears threatened to spill.“Take the little beauty away,” Michael instructed his bodyguards, his voice dripping with arrogance. Then he turned to Serena, gesturing toward the stairs. “As for you, come upstairs with me. I’ll show you something... exciting.”Serena understood Michael’s game. He wouldn’t dare hurt her, not in a place like 230 Fifth. This bar had a reputation for being fiercely guarded by its private security, who wouldn’t hesitate to intervene if she called for help. But the thought of causing a scene made her stomach churn. This was a playground for New York’s elite, her potential clients. If she ended up as gossip fodder, her professional reputation could be irreparably damaged.Feigning composure, she asked, “By ‘exciting,’ does Mr. Murray mean the casino upstairs?”Michael raised an eyebrow, his grin