All Chapters of The Wealthy Divorcee: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Summoned by the King

The scorching Mediterranean sun cast long, amber shadows across the polished white marble of the Palacio Real de Madrid. For Jenna Anderson, the transition from the cutthroat boardroom warfare of New York City to the ancient, gilded halls of European royalty felt less like a leap and more like a natural progression. Over the past year, the global financial landscape has shifted on its axis, driven entirely by the strategic brilliance of the Anderson Empire's newly minted powerhouse. No longer was she the fragile, isolated woman who had quietly bled her youth and soul away in the cold corners of the Hidalgo household. Today, she arrived in Spain not as a supplicant, nor merely as a wealthy heiress, but as a sovereign entity of economic influence, summoned by the crown itself.The heavy, gold-leafed doors of the palace diplomatic wing swung open with a synchronized, heavy thud. Jenna stepped through, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoing against the vaulted ceilings adorned with

A Crown’s Decision

The silence inside the Grand Council Chamber of the Palacio Real de Madrid did not just linger; it suffocated. It was the kind of silence that preceded the shifting of tectonic plates, where the breath of powerful men caught in their throats as they waited for history to forge a new path. Jenna Anderson remained perfectly still, her hands resting lightly on the polished mahogany table. She did not lean back, nor did she lean forward. Her posture was a masterclass in regal indifference, a stark contrast to the nervous energy radiating from the Spanish ministers surrounding her. Behind her, she could feel the steady, reassuring warmth of Daniel's presence, a solid anchor in a room full of shifting political tides.The Grand Chancellor's eyes swept across the oval table, his hand holding the heavy ceremonial gavel suspended in the air like the sword of Damocles."The floor is open for the final tally," the Chancellor announced, his voice booming against the vaulted ceilings. "All those in

Poisoned Cup

The applause from the previous ceremony had long since faded, replaced by the refined melodies of a live orchestra echoing through the Imperial Palace's grand ballroom. What should have been a celebration of diplomacy and unity felt strangely oppressive, as though an invisible storm lingered above the glittering hall. Beneath massive crystal chandeliers casting a brilliant glow over the assembled dignitaries, high-society elites, and powerful corporate tycoons, Jenna Anderson felt suffocated. Dressed in a breathtaking midnight-blue silk gown that accentuated her elegant posture, she sat at the VIP banquet table, her expression serene but emotionally detached.A lot had changed since her divorce from Rex Hidalgo. She was no longer the meek, submissive woman who allowed people to trample over her dignity. Now, as a powerful executive in her own right, she commanded respect wherever she went. Yet, fate seemed determined to entangle her with her ex-husband, as Rex sat only a few seats awa

Ghosts Between Us

The heavy, gilded doors of the VIP lounge at the Anderson Empire's private venue shut out the muffled, rhythmic bass of the gala downstairs. But inside the quiet room, Jenna could still hear the ghost of a different sound, the sharp, horrifying gasp of the maid convulsing on the floor after biting her hidden capsule.She had not slept a wink since last night's assassination attempt. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the dark, pooling wine and the sudden, violent reality of how close she had come to dying. Even now, looking down at the glass of sparkling water in her hand, her stomach twisted; every clear liquid felt suspicious, every shadow in the peripheral vision of the palace a potential threat. Security had doubled, the grand estate now crawling with silent, armed guards. David had insisted she attend tonight's gala anyway. "To cancel is to show blood in the water," he had told her coldly. "The Andersons do not hide."Suffocated by the crowd and the exhausting pretense of no

Kiss of Confusion

Under the ethereal glow of the moonlight spilling across the east terrace, the evening air was thick with unspoken emotions, ready to tip the balance between love and despair. When Jenna faced him, she was startled by the raw, torturous intensity burning within his dark eyes. The stoic, unreadable guard was gone; in his place stood a man consumed by an agonizing conflict. Before she could process the shift, Daniel moved forward, his movements driven by a desperate, sudden impulse. His hands, usually gloved in stark black leather, reached up to gently frame her face.And then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.Jenna froze. The world around her ceased to spin, collapsing into the singular warmth of his touch. Her mind scrambled for its defenses, expecting the familiar, crushing weight of w

The Royal Ultimatum

The grand sapphire dome of the Royal Palace of Oakhaven glowed under the relentless, flashing glare of a thousand media cameras. This was no longer a private affair behind the closed doors of New York's corporate elite; the stakes had escalated to a global scale. The destiny of the Anderson Empire, the survival of the Hidalgo Corporation, and the hand of the most coveted heiress in the world were balanced on a razor's edge.In the center of the polished obsidian hall, Jenna Anderson stood like a regal queen. She wore a midnight-blue gown stitched with real diamond dust that shimmered with every breath she took. Her posture was flawless, her expression an impenetrable mask of cool indifference.To her left stood Rex Hidalgo, his tall, imposing figure tense, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. His dark eyes, usually filled with cold authority, were now swimming with a turbulent cocktail of desperation, burning passion, and a profound, agonizing regret.Jenna's gaze swept over t

The Broadcast

The static humming from the dark television screen seemed to vibrate through the very soles of Jenna's feet. In the suffocating silence of the luxury suite, the high-pitched feedback slowly died away, leaving only the sound of Stella's shallow, rapid breathing and the distant, muted rumble of Oakhaven's city traffic far below.Jenna remained perfectly still. Her hand, still resting on the cool porcelain of her coffee cup, did not tremble. But beneath her mask of absolute composure, her mind was racing, cataloging every threat, every variable, and every vulnerability."Jenna..." Stella's voice was barely a whisper, thick with rising panic. She was frantically tapping on her tablet, her fingers a blur of manic motion. "The signal, it wasn't just a localized hack. It's everywhere. My social media feeds are exploding. The stream was broadcast across every

The Unraveling Storm

The studio lights from The Broadcast had barely cooled, yet the tremors of Alice Florence’s furious exit still echoed through the media world. Her parting vow on live television, to destroy Jenna Anderson during the upcoming J&J International Gala in Spain, had set the global business sector ablaze.For two years, Alice had manipulated the narrative, painting herself as a fragile victim of an incurable illness while secretly weaponizing Rex Hidalgo’s guilt. She had tried to frame Jenna as a cold, heartless abandoner of survivors following the infamous jungle plane crash, conveniently concealing the dark truth of the hostile territory, the ravenous cannibal tribes, and how Jenna’s resourcefulness had actually kept the remaining group alive. But Jenna’s unyielding transparency on air, backed by verified satellite logs and medical records, had shattered Alice’s web of lies in front of tens of millions of viewers.Even more shocking to the public was Rex Hidalgo.Standing in the sleek bac

Blood on Marble

The air in the grand ballroom of the Palacio de Cibeles tasted of ozone, burning velvet, and copper.An agonizing second had passed since the feed abruptly cut, a second in which the heavy service doors beneath the stage had been breached not by the detonation of Alice’s localized charges, but by a precise, violent breach. Outside, Daniel had intercepted the mercenary line at the sub-level terminal, disabling the remote detonator signal before Alice’s trembling thumb could complete the circuit. Trapped, panicked, and driven into a feral, cornered frenzy, Alice had bypassed the complex console, lunging out of the service corridor herself with a concealed, high-caliber sidearm raised directly at Jenna’s chest.She had fired twice.Two suppressed thuds had cut through the screaming crowd. But the lead had not struck velvet or skin belonging to the Anderson heiress.It had struck Rex Hidalgo.The impact of the heavy rounds tearing through his back had thrown Rex forward, his immense body

Rex's Coma

The shrill, mechanical screech of the defibrillator charging was the last sound that echoed in Jenna’s mind before the Madrid night dissolved into an endless blur of red lights, shouting paramedics, and the sterile smell of antiseptic.The transition from the grand, blood-soaked hall of the Palacio de Cibeles to the private surgical wing of Madrid’s top trauma center had happened in a harrowing haze. Rex’s heart had been jump-started twice on the marble floor before he was rushed into an emergency thoracotomy to repair his shattered lung and severe vascular damage. Hours bled into one another while the surgical team worked frantically under blinding operating lights, battling the catastrophic blood loss that had nearly claimed his life.Now, the silence of the Intensive Care Unit was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, artificial hiss of a ventilator and the steady, haunting beep of a heart monitor.Rex Hidalgo lay motionless in the center of the private critical care suite, surrounde

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