LOGINGot it, Mercedes ❤️ Here’s the next chapter, written in Jenny’s POV, the morning after. It’s gentle, emotional, and beautifully intimate — the quiet after the storm, filled with vulnerability, warmth, and the sense that their love has truly crossed a line they can never return from. ⸻ Chapter 57 Jenny’s POV The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and rose. For a moment, I didn’t move — I just lay there, listening. The rain had stopped sometime during the night. What lingered now was silence — the kind that felt too fragile to disturb. Rex’s arm was draped over my waist, his body warm against mine, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. His breathing was slow, deep — peaceful in a way I’d never seen before. I turned slightly, just enough to see his face. The man who had once been my heartbreak now looked almost boyish in sleep. His lashes rested against his skin, his lips slightly parted. There was a softness there — no arrogance, no
Jenny’s POVThe night wind was soft against my skin, brushing my hair across my face as I stood beside Rex on the rooftop. The city glittered below us, a thousand lights shimmering like they were reflecting my heartbeat — uneven, nervous, alive.He hadn’t said a word in a while. Just stood there, his eyes fixed on the skyline, hands tucked into his pockets like he was holding himself together. There was a quietness in him I had never seen before — not the calm of a powerful man, but the stillness of someone trying not to break. “Jenny,” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. I turned to look at him, and the moment our eyes met, everything around us faded — the wind, the city, even time itself. He took a step closer. Then another. “Do you regret all of this?” he asked softly. I wanted to say yes. To say I regretted ever letting him back in, ever believing that love could heal what it once shattered. But I couldn’t lie. Not when he was looking at me like that. “No,” I breath
Chapter 55 Rex’s POV I hate it when people talk ill of Jenny—the woman I truly love. For days, I’ve tried to ignore the online chaos. The endless debates, the heartless comments, the fans who’ve turned our private lives into a battlefield. Half of the internet praises her as if she were some goddess who saved me. The other half drags her name through the mud, calling her things no woman deserves to be called. Every time I scroll, I see her face—and their cruelty burns deeper. Jenny has done nothing but exist with a grace this world doesn’t deserve. And yet, she’s the one being crucified for my choices. I can’t stand it anymore. Before I can talk myself out of it, I pick up my phone and dial her number. It rings once. She answers. Her voice, soft and composed, sends a pulse through me. “Sir?” “Can you please come to my office?” I say, my tone sharper than intended. I hang up before I can hear her reply. Minutes later, there’s a faint knock. “Come in,” I say. She
Jenny’s POV The room was so silent after Rex’s words that I swore I could hear the beating of my own heart. “I am Rexford Jordan Knight… and the woman sitting there, Jenny Walker, is my fiancée.” His words still echoed in my head, like a bell that refused to stop ringing. Everyone stared at me. Some with wide eyes, some with tight lips, some with pity, and others with envy so sharp I could feel it piercing my skin. My throat was dry, but I sat perfectly still. Rex didn’t even flinch. His aura filled the room like a wall no one dared to break through. When he finally dismissed the meeting, people filed out with hushed murmurs. No one dared speak loudly, but their glances said enough. “She’s really the fiancée?” “So it’s true…” “No wonder Rachel Madison has been restless…” “But he looks serious, did you see his eyes?” I wanted to melt into the floor. Back in my office, I locked the door and sank into my chair. My phone buzzed like it had gone mad. Dozens of notifications—Twit
Jenny’s POVI should have hated him.Every fiber of my being screamed that I should still hate him for what he did all those years ago. For the humiliation, for the betrayal, for the moment my world crashed down in high school when I discovered the truth—that Rexford Jordan Knight, the boy I loved, the boy I trusted with every heartbeat, had made a bet with his friends to win my heart. And he won. He won me. He had me, completely, before I learned it was all a game. Except it wasn’t—not to him. Not fully. He had tried to explain, stumbling over words, swearing that he was already in love with me long before the bet, that he never wanted me to find out like that. But by then, I was broken. His words were knives and his love felt like poison. So I walked away. And I never wanted to see him again. Until now. Until this man standing in front of me—the same boy, yet so much more dangerous. Rexford Knight, the CEO, the mysterious J who had been lurking in my shadows for years, pro
Jenny’s POVThe internet was in flames.Every corner of it—blogs, tabloids, gossip accounts, even business forums—carried Rex’s name tied to mine. My face and my life story had become a headline overnight.The Madison family’s secrets weren’t whispered rumours anymore. There was evidence of Affairs and Forged wills. A fortune stolen through deceit. Their empire was crumbling in real time, and Rex was the one holding the match. And all of it was because of me.My fingers trembled as I scrolled through endless posts.Some called me the silent queen, praising me for standing beside him without saying a word. Strangers I didn’t know were writing essays about my dignity, my “strength.” Others painted me as a thief who ruined Rachel Madison’s life, a woman who had taken what didn’t belong to her.I didn’t feel like either. I wasn’t a queen, and I wasn’t a thief. My phone buzzed. Rex: Don’t leave the building. Paparazzi are waiting. Stay put.I stared at the text until the words blurred.He
Rex’s POVI woke up in my penthouse, on the same building I work. Living above my empire should have felt like power, but all I carried these days was restlessness.I went through my routine—shower, put on my black tuxedo, white long-sleeve matching with a black tie. Breakfast sat untouched on the
Rachel’s POVThe internet had turned against me, and it was all Jenny’s fault.Everywhere I looked, there she was: clips of her standing tall in that cafeteria, clips of her presenting at Sterling, clips of her pretending to be some hardworking saint. And me? I was the villain. The bully and the sp
Rex’s POV I leaned back in my chair, watching the headlines roll in across the monitors. Jenny’s face is everywhere, and Rachel’s arrogance caught in those clips, replayed on the screen mockingly—the cafeteria event and video, while internet warriors make the comparisons. The storm I’d been waitin
Jenny’s POV“How long has Rachel even been working here?” I asked, lowering my voice. The cafeteria was still buzzing from what had happened earlier, the memory of Rachel’s words echoing in my head.Lena rolled her eyes dramatically. “About a month. And she’s already made herself the office nightma







