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Jenna’s Resolve
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2025-08-18 16:52:26
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The Wealthy Divorcee The Oath
RexThe boardroom was a storm, voices rising and crashing like waves, but Rex only saw her.Jenna sat at the head of the table, spine straight, her calm presence cutting through the chaos. She didn’t flinch when shareholders demanded her resignation. She didn’t falter when Veronica Duval, all diamonds and disdain, tried to corner her with accusations.Instead, Jenna dropped her evidence like a blade — the audio recording of Veronica’s assistant admitting the forgeries. The tide shifted instantly. Panic swirled, fear reshaped into relief, and Jenna held her ground like a queen defending her crown.Rex leaned against the back wall, silent, watching. Pride swelled in his chest, but so did something else — guilt, thick and bitter, a weight he could never set down.Because for every moment Jenna shone, he remembered the nights she’d cried alone. Nights he hadn’t been there. Nights, he’d chosen Alice instead.No more, he thought. Not again.The next morning, he put his old skills back to us
The Wealthy Divorcee The Counterattack
VeronicaThe chandeliers blazed over the gala, gilding laughter and ambition equally. Veronica Duval swept into the ballroom as though it were her stage, each movement deliberate, each smile calculated. Eyes followed her; after all, she was the daughter of Étienne Duval, the French financier who had recently bought into the Anderson Empire as a minor shareholder.But she hadn’t returned merely to represent her father. Her reasons were sharper, rooted in envy. Jenna Anderson’s name was everywhere — newsfeeds, boardrooms, whispered across parties. Worse, Chris Avila, the man Veronica had admired for years, had once publicly defended Jenna. That wound gnawed at her pride.Tonight, Veronica would begin reclaiming her ground.She spotted Chris across the room, engaged in casual conversation. When their eyes met, her lips curved into a practiced smile.“Chris,” she greeted as she drew close, her voice low, accented, velvet. “Moonveil has grown dull without you.”He blinked, startled but co
The Wealthy Divorcee J&J Under Fire
AliceThe bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her.Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.Alice leaned forward, her tone soft but sharp. “You’ve seen the news. Jenna Anderson walks like she owns this city. She survived a crash, and now she parades her resilience as though she’s invincible.”Veronica’s eyes narrowed over the rim of her wine glass. “Everywhere I go since my return, I hear her name. Headlines. Investors. Whispers about her leadership. And then—” her lips tightened “—Chris Avila’s name beside hers. Always hers.”Alice smirked. “He courted her once
The Wealthy Divorcee Jenna’s Resolve
The rain tapped against her office window like impatient fingers. Jenna sat at her desk, the report Lucas had delivered hours ago spread before her. The ink was stark, the confession damning. Every line screamed Alice Florence's guilt, yet Jenna felt the ache of memory instead of triumph.Her mind replayed the accident in bursts — the sudden jolt when her brakes failed, the sight of headlights rushing toward her, the terror that clawed at her chest when she realized she had no control. Then Rex's car had appeared, his Range Rover slamming into her path, wrenching her vehicle out of death's reach. His figure had blurred as he pulled her out of twisted metal, his voice rough with panic.She had almost died.Not by chance.By Alice's hand.Jenna closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Justice wasn't optional now. It wasn't about pride or old grudges. It was survival for her.Her assistant, Lucas, entered quietly, a folder in his hands. His young face was tight with fatigue; he had worked throu
The Wealthy Divorcee The Lies About Martin
The condo door slammed behind him, but Alice’s voice still clung to his ears like smoke.And yet she still doesn’t want you back.Rex shoved his hands into his coat pockets, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The night air cut sharply against his skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made him tremble. It was the weight of years — of choices, misplaced loyalties, and shadows he had lived in without questioning if they were real.Alice had lied. That much the report confirmed. But the question that burned in him now wasn’t just about her attempt on Jenna’s life. It was the foundation of everything she had held over him — Martin.Martin Hendrick. His best friend. His brother in arms. A man whose memory he had honored in silence, even when it bled him dry.Alice always whispered about Martin. How Martin had cared for her. Martin had confessed his love before fate took him. How Rex, by extension, was bound to protect her as Martin would have wanted.Those words had shackled him. He’d believed t
The Wealthy Divorcee Alice Cornered
Rex’s pulse spiked.Her brakes aren’t working.The voice in his head turned into a roar. He pushed his car harder, weaving through sparse traffic to keep close. Her taillights blurred as she fought the wheel, the car jerking like an animal trying to break free.Then he saw the looming bulk of a truck ahead, its headlights cutting through the dark like knives.He didn’t think.Didn’t weigh options.He just made the choice.A sharp turn, a calculated swerve — metal screamed against metal as his Range Rover slammed across her path, forcing her car sideways. Tires screeched, the smell of burning rubber filled his nose, and the world spun in a dizzy smear of motion until both vehicles shuddered to a halt a dozen meters away.Pain blossomed at the side of his head where it hit the frame. His vision blurred, but the first thing he saw was her car — the crumpled front, the still figure inside.“Jenna!”He stumbled out, ignoring the throb in his skull. Every step felt heavy, but his fear dragg
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