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Jenna Was So Capable

Author: Jarish143
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The image of Alice and Rex sharing a bed was the one Jenna uploaded. Their closeness was evident.

What was once a sharp object used to harm Jenna became a self-defense shield.

The statement that Jenna released was as follows:

[Dear Mr. Hidalgo

I was shocked to learn that "Daydream" had been taken, so I hired a private investigator to find it overnight. The jewelry was discovered by the detective in the Philippines, where Ms. Elena Hidalgo had left it. Ms. Hidalgo is a world-class gambler.

I'm hoping you'll look into this carefully before drawing any conclusions.

Regards,

Jenna]

Along with the report from the renowned private investigator, Jenna also included a distinct image of "Daydream" from the gambling table with Elena Hidalgo.

The already raging rumor quickly become much more chaotic. Despite being placed in a precarious situation, Jenna Hidalgo, Rex Hidalgo's divorced ex-wife, hired a respected private investigation firm and even cleared her name during the day without di
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  • The Wealthy Divorcee   Night of Dread

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    The creature—no, the man—that stepped into the torchlight looked as though he had been carved out of night itself. Taller than any warrior in the village, his shoulders were broad enough to eclipse the fires behind him, casting the survivors’ cage in deep shadow.Bones crowned his head—long, curved horns wrapped in sinew and painted black. His chest was streaked with white ash symbols, each one pulsing in the firelight like the marks of some ancient rite. He carried a spear twice Jenna’s height, its tip shaped from obsidian and something disturbingly pale.The villagers bowed.“Vor’kai… (Bone King)

  • The Wealthy Divorcee   Ritual Preparation

    Chapter 143 – Ritual PreparationThe moment the chieftain’s bone staff singled Jenna out, the atmosphere in the village shifted—like the jungle itself leaned closer to listen. The chanting died down into excited whispers, then rose again in feverish waves. Warriors pounded their chests. Women began preparing fires, dragging out carved stone bowls, ropes, and baskets woven from sinew.The ritual was beginning.Jenna forced her back straight, though pain pulsed through her ribs with every breath. Her wrists throbbed where the restraints had rubbed skin raw. But she refused to shrink back from the bars.Fear would not keep her alive.Her mind would.

  • The Wealthy Divorcee   The Village of Bones

    The world narrowed into jagged shapes and bruising hands as Jenna and the others were shoved through the towering wooden gates. Her ribs ached, her wrists burned, her cheek throbbed from the blow she’d taken—but nothing compared to the shock that seized her lungs when she saw what waited inside.The village wasn’t a village.It was a graveyard pretending to live.Bones—large, small, human, animal—were bound into the very architecture. Ribcages served as lantern frames, skulls lined the pathways like guiding stones. Every structure had bones woven into it: huts reinforced with femurs, archways decorated with teeth, drums stretched with skin.The air stank of decay and smoke. The fires were the wrong color—too orange, flickering with an oily sheen.The warriors dragged the survivors across a clearing toward a set of towering cages. Not metal—bamboo lashed together with vines, reinforced by bones tied horizont

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