Novel & Cerita Jenna Ortega Parents

"You’ll never see your wife and kids again." The threat wasn’t real, but it did the job. Fear flashed across Nike’s face, exactly the reaction Martinez wanted. With one last smirk, Martinez left the room, leaving Nike alone with his thoughts. ****** Nora was in the sitting room when Adams walked in. She straightened in her seat as he approached. “What did you find out? Who are her parents?” she demanded the moment he stopped before her. “She’s the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. They passed away in a car accident when she was ten. She grew up in California, has no history of surgeries, and pursued a degree in fashion design, graduating as the top student in her class.”

Adam POV Jenna’s father was brought back into the courtroom. Her mother, Luna Ashley, was also brought in for her husband’s sentencing. She sits directly behind Alpha Gordon, with warriors on either side of her. Everyone was required to stand as the judges returned to their seats. They looked solemnly at those of us present.

The door to the principal’s office creaked open. Orlando stepped out with his parents. He hadn’t cleaned himself up yet. Dried blood crusted along his cheek and stained the collar of his shirt, the metallic scent still faintly clinging to him. “Are these your roommates?” his mom asked, her gaze sweeping over us, lingering a second longer on me. “Yes, Mom. This is Jordan, Macmillan, and Aiden,” Orlando introduced us. “So he’s the reason you fought?” his dad asked, his sharp eyes now fixed on me.

"I attempted to retire from the agency, but they denied my request. I clashed with my manager. I have two more years before they might release me, so I can't explore other opportunities." Jenna played a role in the turmoil at her workplace. "What about your dad's office? What happened there?" "Well, I haven't explored opportunities with other modeling agencies over the past year. I must make my presence known at Yurich; the people there must recognize me as Rod Lawrence's child. Now, I face the added pressure of marrying Orion Arvesso within the next year. Yurich has been withholding my dad's shares since last year." "What if they refuse to return the shares to you?" inquired Zach.

Viana didn't even spare me a glance and my father just smiled at me like he was happy I finally came down. “Sit, sit,” Jenna said, beaming. She piled a mountain of risotto onto my plate. “You need your strength, Alvin. I was just telling your father how proud we are of you. You’ve really stepped up lately, not just with sports, but being such a good influence in the house. You’re such a good child.” I picked up my fork, poking at the food, unable to meet her eyes. Across the table, Viana was staring at her own plate, still ignoring me.

“You once welcomed a client named Sage Michaels, right?” Sage Michaels—a businessman who is heavily involved with the Ortega family. The Ortega family is one of the richest in the country and, as far as she remembers, she has only once seen a family member from that clan. That is also the reason why she knows Mr. Michaels. He simply came to fetch the Ortega woman she met. “Yes, I know him. What happened?” She did not mean to panic, but she can even hear the worry in her voice herself. “Nothing bad happened, but I terribly need your help.” Jelly took another deep breath before looking at her pleadingly. “You’re more knowledgeable about them than me, so please swap clients with me. I know your

Right? “Mr. Ortega.” Alexandro greeted respectfully, slightly bowing even as he stretched forth his hands. “Don’t be so formal Alexandro, you’re as close as family can be. Have your sit and introduce me to your wife.” Ian Ortega said. “Emily, Meet Ian Ortega. He owns all of TEGA. Ian, my wife, Emily.” Alexandro replied cooly.

There are some stores situated around the place and two restaurants that also take up a little space on the square for their terrace. I spot Jenna seated on our favorite bench; I think she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her mom is Antillean and her father is Dutch, making her the perfect mixture of both worlds. She has chocolate colored skin, curly black hair that falls halfway down her shoulders, full lips like her mom and gray/blueish eyes like her father. Her frame is curvy but muscular, with her 5.2 ft she is a little bit smaller than I am.

"Just kill me instead, grandpa! She's not welcome in our family!" "Brian Gil dela Vega!" Renoir snapped. "What kind of attitude is that? Your mom and I didn't raise you to be like that." Brian scowled as his father started to lecture him. "Don't be such a jerk will you? You do realize that Ariana is an orphan right? Her mother is dead and she doesn't even know her father, not even where her mother's relatives are. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

She quickly found a restroom and changed out of her thick clothes into something comfortable. Mr. Ortiz was already waiting for her at the entrance to the airport. He was a longtime staff in the Walter Family. After Graham handed the family matters to Jenny, he enrolled Mr. Ortiz in his search for Jenny's biological mom. At this point, Graham was more than an employer to Mr. Ortiz. "Mr. Ortiz!" Jenny waved at him after she spotted him. He respectfully opened the car door for her. "Miss Walter, please get in." "Sure." Without wasting time, she entered the car, and they left the airport.