บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire’s V1rgin Ex-Wife: บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

Serena pushed herself upright from the couch, fingers brushing the edge of the curtain as she pulled it back just enough to see outside.The street was still swarming.Hundreds of fans pressed against metal barricades, their signs flashing under the streetlamps. Phones glittered like a constellation of artificial stars, pointed toward Serena’s window as if waiting for her to appear. The noise—shouting, chanting, camera shutters, security radios crackling—merged into a suffocating wall of sound.At least the worst of the frenzy had died down; security had begun pushing the crowd back meter by meter. For the first time all afternoon, people inside the building could actually step outside safely.“Ms. Morales,” Marilyn called softly, her voice breaking the heavy moment, “it’s seven. We really do need to leave now.”Serena pressed her lips together, drawing in a slow breath before turning. Whitney was curled on the bed, still pale, still shaken.“Get some sleep,” she whispered. “I’ll be b

Alexander stood silently in the doorway, his tall figure framed by the golden light spilling from the chandelier. His mere presence seemed to draw the air out of the room—sharp, heavy, commanding. He didn’t say a word, yet the tension shifted instantly.Across the room, Quinn froze. Her face drained of color before she quickly ducked behind Elliot, clutching the sleeve of his jacket like a terrified child.“Elliot… you talk to him,” she whispered, her voice trembling.But Elliot wasn’t much braver. The moment his gaze met Alexander’s cold, expressionless eyes, his knees nearly buckled. Everyone could feel it—the oppressive aura that came with Alexander Vanderbilt’s arrival. His silence spoke louder than anyone’s words.Elliot’s lips twitched before he finally stammered, “Serena, y-you’d better give us an explanation!”Serena stood across from them, her posture straight but her hands slightly trembling. Until Alexander walked in, she had felt cornered—trapped between humiliation and he

Alexander gently stroked Serena’s back, his touch firm yet careful, as if afraid she might break apart beneath his fingers. She clung to him in silence, her breathing uneven, her face buried against his chest.When they finally returned to the Manhattan Villa, the city had grown quiet under a curtain of late-night drizzle. He drew her a warm bath, helping her undress and steadying her trembling hands. The faint scent of lavender soap filled the air, softening the tension that lingered between them.After she slipped into the bath, Alexander stepped out, closing the door behind him with quiet restraint. He descended to the first floor and stood near the open balcony doors, the cold November air brushing against his skin. Lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag, the ember glowing faintly against the dark.The phone in his pocket buzzed. It was Colton.“I’ve looked into Elliot and Quinn,” Colton began, his voice low and grave. “They might be working for someone, but their background in

The trending topic exploded overnight, flooding social media feeds with furious comments. Serena’s name burned at the top of every platform—each post harsher than the last. Accusations, insults, and fabricated rumors spread like wildfire, devouring her reputation in a matter of hours.Inside E.A. Corporation, chaos erupted. The PR department was in shambles—phones ringing non-stop, executives shouting orders that contradicted each other. Someone finally thought to call Serena, but her phone had already been turned off.Desperate, they reached out to Simon, who, after a long sigh, called the one man they knew might have the power to stop it—Alexander Vanderbilt.At that moment, Alexander and Serena were fast asleep in the dim quiet of their penthouse bedroom. Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, brushing across their faces. Serena lay curled against him, her breathing soft and steady, while his arm rested protectively around her waist, his hand rhythmically brushing her back as i

An hour later, Alexander and Serena arrived at Le Châteauesque Manor. The night air was cool and still, the manor bathed in a soft amber glow spilling from the lanterns that lined the cobblestone drive.The moment Serena stepped out of the car, Rex came bounding toward her from the courtyard, barking joyfully, its golden fur glinting under the light. It leapt around her in circles, tail wagging so fiercely that fallen leaves scattered into the air.Serena couldn’t help but smile. She crouched down, running her fingers through the dog’s thick, warm coat. “Hey there, boy… you missed me?” she murmured softly.Alexander stood nearby, hands tucked into the pockets of his long black coat, scanning the grounds with a faint frown. Something was missing. The place felt… quieter than usual.“Where’s Snowball?” he asked suddenly, his deep voice breaking the calm.Serena looked up, momentarily puzzled. “Snowball? Didn’t you give it away?”“I gave it to you,” Alexander replied flatly, his eyes nar