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2023-06-03 00:29:22
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The Wealthy Divorcee The J&J Breakthrough
The night before Jenna’s bold morning announcement, her phone buzzed with an unexpected call. Marydel’s voice, hurried but thrilled, came through the line.“Jenna, you need to hear this. The J&J project… It’s not just holding steady. It’s exploding. And it’s thanks to your Melvin.”Jenna blinked, fatigue from the day’s battles giving way to sharp focus. “Melvin?”“Yes, Melvin,” Marydel said, breathless. “He’s been quietly advising us for weeks, through me. At first, I didn’t even know how brilliant he was — he just kept giving me solutions whenever I hit a wall. Last night, he officially joined the project team. His prototypes… Jenna, they’re revolutionary. Investors are already reaching out.”Jenna leaned back in her chair, hand pressed to her forehead. She knew Melvin was brilliant, the Anderson sibling who preferred labs over boardrooms, science over politics. But for him to commit to J&J meant everything.“Put him on,” Jenna said softly.The line shifted, and then came Melvin’s st
The Wealthy Divorcee The Turning Tide
The bar's dim light cast shadows across Alice's face, her expression brittle with fury. Beside her, Veronica swirled a glass of champagne, her elegance intact despite the sting of the boardroom."She humiliated me," Veronica hissed, nails drumming on the glass. "Exposing me in front of the board, in front of every whispering shareholder. My influence is fractured because of her."Alice leaned forward, eyes sharp. "We underestimated her. We thought the forged files would corner her. Instead, she turned it around and dragged your name into the fire."Veronica's lips curved in a brittle smile. "And now the papers call her a fighter. They pity her. They admire her resilience. If we don't strike harder, she'll rise even higher."Alice gritted her teeth. "Then we strike harder. She may have scraped through this round, but wars aren't decided in one board meeting."The two women clinked glasses — a pact sealed again, though cracks of mistrust already ran between them.Jenna walked into Ander
The Wealthy Divorcee War in the Boardroom
The forged signature haunted Jenna through the night. Her father’s name was inked onto a contract he had never touched, a weapon meant not only to destroy her reputation but to fracture her family’s trust. It was an attack designed with surgical cruelty.Jenna sat at her desk in the penthouse, the city lights cold against the glass walls. Tiara perched on the edge of the desk, eyes glowing softly, projecting data streams across the room.“Mama, look here,” Tiara chirped, highlighting subtle inconsistencies in the supposed contracts. “See? The handwriting program they used isn’t perfect. Too even. Your father’s pen pressure isn’t like this.”Jenna leaned closer, studying the projection. Tiara was right. The loops and flourishes of the forged signature were immaculate — too immaculate. Real handwriting had soul, variation, and hesitation. This was machine-made.Her jaw set. She whispered to herself, “If they want to use my father against me, I’ll make sure they choke on their own lies.”
The Wealthy Divorcee A Storm of Lies
Her office was still, but the folder seemed to hum with menace. Jenna flipped through page after page of accusations — bank statements twisted into damning narratives, contracts that looked indisputable, signatures too perfect to dismiss.She felt her pulse steady, her breathing slowing into measured control. Panic was a luxury she couldn't afford. Whoever had placed this folder on her desk wanted her undone before she even opened her mouth.But Jenna Anderson hadn't survived betrayal, scandal, and heartbreak just to collapse under forged paper.She pressed the intercom. "Lucas. Get in here."Her assistant hurried in, eyes widening at the spread of documents. "Where did these come from?""They were left on my desk. No note. No trail." Jenna tapped one page. "But look how precise. These aren't sloppy forgeries. They were made by someone who knows exactly what regulators would believe."Lucas paled. "Alice Florence. Or Veronica Duval."Jenna's jaw tightened. "Both. This reeks of their a
The Wealthy Divorcee The Smear Widens
The morning broke with fire.Her phone buzzed nonstop on the nightstand, screen flooded with alerts. She groaned, reached for it, and froze at the first headline.“Scandal at Anderson Empire: Secret Offshore Accounts Exposed.”Beneath it, another notification lit up:“Has Jenna Anderson Built Her Fortune on Fraud?”Dozens of articles, each more damning than the last, screamed across every platform. The accusations weren’t entirely false — years ago, the company had opened international subsidiaries in expansion phases. But the truth was twisted, half-statements pulled from context, turned into poison.When Jenna reached Anderson Tower, reporters swarmed the entrance like vultures. Microphones thrust forward, cameras flashing, voices colliding.“Jenna, did you funnel investor money into tax havens?”“Is it true your marriage collapsed because of corruption?”“Are you stepping down as CEO?”The shouts stabbed her ears. She walked faster, eyes ahead, ignoring the chaos.By mid-morning, t
The Wealthy Divorcee Alice’s Panic
At first, Alice thought it was a coincidence.A call was unanswered because Rex was “busy.” A text left unread because he was “in a meeting.” But silence stretched like a noose around her throat by the third day. Rex had never ignored her before. No matter how hostile or distracted, he had always responded — because for years, she had been his weakness.Now, every message sank into a void.She tried calling, straight to voicemail. She tried his office line. His assistant politely but firmly said Rex was unavailable. She sent a dozen texts, each one increasingly frantic, from “Are you angry with me?” to “You can’t do this to me, Rex, after everything I’ve been through for you.”Not one reply.The silence gnawed at her, louder than any insult.The Duval gala buzzed across social media, and Alice saw Rex’s name among the attendees. She knew his patterns, his circles. If he would not answer her calls, she would find him herself.The next evening, she drove to his mansion. Its wrought-iron
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