Semua Bab The Wealthy Divorcee: Bab 101 - Bab 105

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

Rex’s steps were heavy and quick as he followed Jenna down the dim corridor behind the grand banquet hall. His thoughts raced faster than his feet—his chest tightening with the weight of her words, the fury in her voice still echoing in his mind.“Jenna,” he called out. “Wait.”She stopped, back straight, head high, refusing to turn around. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant music and laughter from the gala.Rex took a breath and stepped closer. “Please… just listen to me.”Jenna slowly turned, her eyes sharp and cold. “Listen to what, Mr. Hidalgo?” she said, each word laced with ice. “More insults? More accusations? Or maybe another reminder that I’m an embarrassment to your reputation?”“No!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking. “That’s not what I meant. I—I was trying to protect you, Jenna.”“Protect me?” Jenna scoffed, her voice rising. “You said that already. And I asked you then—when did you ever protect me?”Rex’s breath caught in his throat. Her words struck deep, like a

Gasps rippled across the ballroom like a crashing wave.Everyone froze as Marcus Anderson’s words echoed through the grand hall:“Everyone, meet my only daughter and heiress of the Anderson Empire… Jenna Anderson.”The sound of clinking glasses, soft whispers, and background music fell into silence.Even the chandeliers seemed to dim, as if the entire world paused for that one moment.Then, suddenly—The massive digital screens outside the venue, towering across the city’s skyline, flickered. The congratulatory messages for the Anderson Empire’s anniversary were replaced in synchronized unison.JENNA ANDERSONCEO & Sole Heiress of the Anderson EmpireVision. Power. Legacy.A stunning image of Jenna—taken just moments earlier as she stood in her emerald gown beside Marcus—appeared on every screen, every corner, every building. Her poise, beauty, and calm presence radiated through the photo. Her name, once whispered in scandal, now glowed under the city lights in gold.People outside th