Dianne and Elena froze in place, staring at Jenna as though she were a ghost risen from the dead."You! How did you get in here?" Dianne demanded, her expression twisting in disbelief. She was absolutely convinced that Jenna would never dare show her face after being "kicked out" of the Anderson Empire. Her voice trembled, but her words were sharp. "Did you sneak in? Do you have no shame at all?"Jenna tilted her head slightly, a calm, amused smile gracing her lips. "Why would I need to sneak into my family's event, Mrs. Hidalgo?"Elena scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're nothing but a social-climbing disgrace, Jenna. You probably faked your way in here. Everyone knows you're done for. The Andersons kicked you out, remember? You're a joke."Jenna stepped closer, her heels clicking authoritatively against the marble tiles. Her eyes locked onto Elena's with deadly calm. "Oh, I remember. But it seems you're the only one laughing. And honestly, the sound of your voice is starting to rui
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