Novel & Cerita Jenn Carter

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

It was velvety under Carly’s fingertips. Holy fuck. Carly jerked her hand away as if she was touching fire. "Jesus, Jenn. Yes, yes, you are soft. When did you start … shaving yourself?" "Just today." Jenn’s eyes gleamed. She raised her skirt higher, and stroked her smooth mound with one hand. "I was inspired when I tried on this costume. I like it. It lets me go without panties without being so obvious." "How’s that?" "Well, before my red hair was so obvious if it peeked out. Now it’s just skin."

Three years later, Carter Holdings had become one of Europe's most respected healthcare companies. Its community programmes operated across several countries. Its employee satisfaction ranked among the highest in the industry and at the centre of it all was Elena Carter. She was no longer introduced as “The former wife of Adrian Carter." She was simply, Elena Carter. Chairperson. Business leader. Philanthropist. Grace entered smiling. “You have five minutes before the charity gala." Elena laughed. “You've been saying that for ten years."

"Carter has the complete master copy. Every grey operation, every privacy violation, every whisper campaign she's run for twenty years. If she violates the agreement—when she violates it—that drive goes to the DOJ, the SEC, and every major news outlet simultaneously. One signature, and her entire house of cards is wired to collapse." He looked at the drive, then at me. The war in his eyes was visible—the son who wanted justice, the man who wanted peace. "She'll think she's won," I said softly. "Let her think it. Victory isn't always the loudest explosion. Sometimes it's the quietest trap." "You'd let her believe you're weak." His voice cracked. "You, who never bends. You'd let her smugly tel

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Who else could protect her better than him? The council prosecutor, Former Luna Kathy Jennings was talking to Beta Carla Martin when Ivory and Cullen walked into the small area which had been converted to look like a courtroom. Kathy was over two hundred years old but didn't look a day over forty in human years. Her long brown hair was secured at the nape of her neck by a red scrunchy that matched her pencil skirt. Her white button-down blouse was neatly tucked in giving her a very professional appearance.

“Who’s Maya?” Lucien glances at me, and an imperceptible smile touches his lips briefly. “Jenna. Jenna Carr. Her real name is Maya Serrano. She’s a former CIA agent who has been working for the company.”

Carter said, his voice edged with amusement, "congratulations to the bitch and her playdate on their engagement." "What?" Jenna's voice cracked with shock, and I finally turned around, stepping closer to Carter—close enough that his hand never once left my waist. Jenna looked appalled. "Did you just call me a bitch?" Carter tilted his head and gave her the fakest pout I'd ever seen. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I not obvious enough, darling?" His smile widened, cruel and sweet. "Tell me, do you see any other bitch in this house?"

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.