Jenna leaped into Marcus Anderson's arms and started sobbing uncontrollably as soon as he approached.
Marcus sighed in sorrow and resentment at his daughter. She had never experienced the least amount of suffering since she was a young child, yet she behaved so pitifully in front of Rex Hidalgo. Even worse, Rex never once expressed gratitude for his adorable daughter.
Marcus would have destroyed the Hidalgos and killed that cretin to avenge his princess if not for their prior agreement!
Jenn, you have to abide by our deal, okay? Remember, if that bastard doesn't fall in love with you within two years, you'll return to succeed me in the company.
Marcus rubbed his daughter's hair tenderly while she sobbed. Jenna eventually began to cry and speak sporadically.
Don't worry, Dad... I won't act that foolishly again.
Despite their advice, Jenna left her family and friends behind to pursue her alleged "true love." Like a moth to a flame, she abandoned her identity, privileged status, and luxurious lifestyle to fly toward her demise.
Inches at a time, she eventually removed that man from her heart, but the sorrow she experienced will always remain in her memory.
Good. Your father will arrange for your older brother to come along. Get acquainted with the group first, and then we'll pick a pleasant day to host a welcome banquet to reveal your identity.
Marcus was thrilled that his adored infant daughter would soon begin a profession!
Stella Benedict, Jenna's dearest friend, came rushing to her door even though the news of her return to the Anderson Family had not yet been made public.
Stella Benedict gave Jenna a bear embrace as soon as she saw her and congratulated Jenna on being divorced, saying, "Baby, I've missed you so much!"
Stella was the first to object when Jenna told them she would hide her identity to be married. Still, Jenna persisted in marrying into the Hidalgo family and eventually cut off communication with Stella. Jenna's tears start to flow once more as she finally sees her dearest friend after all these years.
The two ladies chatted for a long time about everything under the sun. After much nagging from Stella, Jenna reluctantly produced her divorce decree and showed it to her. Stella breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it.
“He will regret this, Rex Hidalgo, that stupid blind son of a b*tch!”
Jenna's eyes drooped. He is now a stranger, so even if he regrets it, it has nothing to do with me anymore.
Stella laughed indignantly, "Well done, Baby! You simply need to wave your hand, and your admirers will be lined up from your doorstep to the boundaries of New York City! That bastard can't even get in line.”
Jenna had to return to Rex's house to retrieve some crucial papers she had forgotten she had left there. Jenna accepted Stella's offer to accompany her after giving it some thought.
Jenna did not anticipate running into Dianne, Rex's mother, as soon as she returned. Dianne regularly visited their home without warning and behaved like she was in charge.
When Dianne saw Jenna return with a stranger, she was pretty upset. She mocked Jenna and her buddy while keeping her head held high.
You can't just bring randos back here; did I mention that we have a lot of secret documents in the house? Do you have a goldfish memory, Jenna?
Stella expressed her displeasure after being taken aback. Are you too old to be calling people names? "Who are you calling a rando?"
She was treated like a princess and adored by all. "How could she make such a joke about me? '
Stella was enraged because she could already see what Jenna's life had been like while she was residing here.
Dianne carefully examined Stella as she snorted icily. "I've met many low-class people like you who dream of marrying into a rich family," she said. "Don't think you can pretend to be elite just by wearing false outfits."
Stella grinned angrily. Jenna's face grew grave as she spoke. “Please be respectful of her because she is my friend.”
In the Hidalgo family, Jenna had never responded to Dianne and had always kept her tail between her legs.
‘She just dared to correct me in front of strangers? How could this humble woman from an unknown background talk to me in such a manner?’ Dianne pondered.
“Jenna, you should count your blessings that our family accepts you as our daughter-in-law. Did you forget which mud hole you crawled out of? This girl you brought home is probably just like you. Get out of my house, and don't stain my floors! She yelled. "Respect? Do people of your background even deserve respect?"
Jenna stood before a gilded floor-length mirror as the final touches were being made to her transformation. Her father, Marcus, had spared no expense—only the best artists in the country were invited to dress his daughter, the heiress of the Anderson Empire. The room buzzed with quiet precision as stylists flitted around her like devoted attendants to royalty. Jenna sat calmly, her hair elegantly pinned into a smooth, timeless chignon. Her makeup was a masterclass of understated opulence—glowing skin, softly defined eyes with flecks of gold shimmer, and lips in a deep red hue that spoke of power and grace.Her gown was custom-made by a legendary designer from Paris—a dramatic yet elegant piece of pure white silk, with golden embroidery tracing down the corseted bodice like veins of royalty. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly before flaring out into a flowing train embroidered with tiny hand-stitched crystals that shimmered like stars. Her heels were Louboutin, custom-ordered in ma
The days leading up to the Anderson Empire's anniversary gala were marked with unmatched activity and opulence. Gino personally oversaw the preparation of every detail, taking special care in curating the guest list. No assistant, no secretary—Gino himself handwrote and sealed each invitation with the Anderson crest embossed in gold. The envelopes, crafted from imported Italian parchment, were hand-delivered to each recipient: prominent business tycoons, foreign dignitaries, elite fashion designers, A-list celebrities, and key media figures. Every recipient understood the weight of the invitation—it wasn't just a party, it was a declaration.No brand sponsorships were accepted. This was a statement event, funded entirely by the Andersons themselves. The intent was clear: no one would have leverage over them. They hired the best planners in the world who only worked with royalties and heads of state. With an unlimited budget, they were instructed to create something that would be remem
Jenna sat silently by the window, her eyes lost in the blur of passing clouds outside. The phone call earlier had left her shaken—not because of Rex, but because it brought back everything she had buried deep inside. The years she spent with him resurfaced like a bitter storm.He never treated her like a wife. Never once did she feel the warmth or pride of being his partner. To the Hidalgos, she was nothing more than a vessel—a walking blood bank, valuable only for what she could give, not for who she was.She had no noble background. No powerful family name to rely on. No formal degree to flaunt. And certainly, in their eyes, no class. She was just a lowly peasant that Rex brought home like a stray animal.Even when she rose to power, became Vice President of the Anderson Empire, when she shared business ventures with Alexa and became a celebrated figure in the fashion world—even then—they only saw the worthless housewife they labeled her as from the beginning. A nobody who somehow w
Marcus held the phone to his ear, trying to maintain composure despite the bile rising in his throat. Jenna and Gino watched him closely, gauging his reaction as the call came through from Chairman Hidalgo."Chairman Anderson, since you're back, let me give you a warm welcome. How about a drink?" Chairman Hidalgo offered in a tone that was too casual for Marcus's liking.Marcus inhaled deeply. "No need for that, Chairman Hidalgo. My family is in a bit of a mess right now, so I'm not particularly in the mood for drinks," he replied, keeping his voice calm and even."Just because of a woman? Nothing to be upset about," Chairman Hidalgo scoffed on the other end.Marcus's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond to the jab. He remained polite. "Actually, I'm calling to ask a favor." Chairman Hidalgo added."The Anderson Empire's upcoming anniversary celebration will be in a few days. Let me invite you and your family. Let's talk about that then."There was a brief pause before Hidalgo replied
The airport's VIP arrival lounge shimmered with sleek marble floors and polished glass walls, but Marcus Anderson's fury matched the shine with fire in his eyes."That old bastard Hidalgo has crossed the line," he spat, walking beside Jenna with long, indignant strides. "Using the media to harass my daughter? Launching smear campaigns? Shameless. Absolutely shameless."Jenna held his arm gently. "Dad, I'm used to it. I just didn't expect he'd go this far."Marcus paused mid-step, his voice thundering low, "Used to it? You should never have been put through that in the first place. I won't let this slide."Before they could reach the exit, a familiar figure appeared in the corridor."Gino?" Marcus blinked in surprise. "Why are you here?"Gino gave a worried look. "Some reporters figured out where Jenna was. They're swarming the exit. I thought it'd be best if I escorted her personally."Jenna raised a brow, more amused than alarmed. "Gino, I'm not afraid. I'm not going to cower."Marcu
After Jenna ended the call with Old Master Hidalgo, her eyes immediately narrowed with resolve. With no intention of showing any more leniency, she tapped Gino’s contact and pressed dial. Gino picked up almost instantly, his voice bright. “Little sister, to what do I owe the honor?” Jenna didn’t bother with pleasantries. “When will Dad be back?” Gino chuckled knowingly. “Miss him already?” A soft smile graced Jenna’s lips. “I want to pick him up at the airport myself.” Gino paused for a moment, his tone turning slightly more serious. “That’s sweet, but I’m worried it might be dangerous. Reporters are still swarming your condo building. Dad’s flight lands tomorrow.” Jenna shrugged it off. “I’ll hire a couple of bodyguards and some decoy vehicles. I’m sure we can avoid attention.” Gino sighed. “Alright, I’ll take care of it. I’ll send Luke to coordinate everything. Don’t take any risks, Jenna.” “Thank you, Gino,” she replied sincerely. “So, how are things with you two?”