Romans & histoires Jenna Reid Pov

Jenna was transported back a few years to when her father was alive, when the family held banquets from time to time, and it was the same picture of a prosperous world. In those four years, she had fallen from heaven, suffered all the hardships of the world, and felt the coldness and warmth of the world, she thought she would never go back to the old days... But now this man beside her brought her the highest glory! "Am I right, isn't the woman next to President Adams Jenna?" In the crowd, Kenzie rubbed her eyes and asked Vivan in a low voice, "Am I blind?" "I doubt I'm blinking either." Vivan padded forward for a closer look and was sure that the person walking in on Berrick's arm was Jenna

In tragedy of what has just happened. Jenna stood before me with her flash on and who knows for how long she has been filming for. “Jenna? How long have you been here?” my voice trembling in fear because I know how big of a villain Jenna could be and if she releases my video, It's the end for me. “Long enough to see you turn to a beast.” she replied as confident as possible. Yet her hands trembled, her eyes screamed “run” but she played the ‘I'm not afraid card’. What was she thinking that I would drink from her too?

The snap that echoed in the room was that of my arm breaking. “I have been training, Josie; I am stronger than I look. Do not misinterpret my kindness for stupidity,” Jenna says coldly. I stare at her in shock, as I nurse my wounded arm. I watch them walk away, as I consider what my future will look like. I have no Sam, and now I have no freedom. Will I rot in here until I die? Jenna POV

My hands ball into tight fists and my jaws clench, though I try to not show any outer reaction. “Though, since we’re here already, it wouldn’t hurt to go together. Right, Jay?” Damn it. She knows what she is doing by using that nickname. I nodded stiffly. Not that I would have left them alone either way. I didn’t trust the man, and I wanted him nowhere near Jenna. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Jenna says, chuckling a little. I couldn’t even savor the beautiful sound of her laugh when that guy’s breathing was soiling the atmosphere. “Jason, this is Reed. And Reed, Jason.”

She then typed a few things on her phone and uploaded a photo along and then sent them to him. Jada shut her phone and slumped down on the couch in the middle of her living room. It was quiet, and the still silence made her restless, shifting on the couch. She closed her eyes but the grim expression did not leave. Justin had disappeared without notice after behaving weird, and now Jenna was having trouble at V&M, facing possible termination and her plans were now taking a detour. Why? She asked herself. Why did she get everything ? Cynthia had been a thorn in her flesh from her teenage years and she again came back, now blatantly stealing her limelight.

Jaylan's face has not been looking good since just now. "Mr. Reid, Lena no longer likes you, so please have some self-respect." As soon as the words were spoken, Hayden kicked Jaylan's chair over. Jaylan fell to the ground with the chair. The Reid family was of high status, and even though Hayden was not the heir, with the Reid family as his backing, he could walk sideways in Westfell. When would it be the turn for a little star to shout in front of him?

"And who are you to stop me? Jenna's little sidekick? Please, do tell." Jenna held up a hand, stopping Mary from responding. "No, Mary. Let her keep talking. She's digging her own grave." Brianna laughed again, the sound grating on Jenna's nerves. "We'll see about that, Jenna. We'll see who ends up in the grave." Jenna walked into her dad's company, a sense of determination fueling her every step. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to take back what was rightfully hers.

I say, my smile all teeth. Jenna is perfectly calm. Perfectly normal. The Clerk’s face had twisted into something monstrous, a glimpse of the game’s true face, and Jenna didn’t even blink. Like she didn’t see it at all. None of the other twenty-odd ‘tourists’ on this boat reacted either. It was a show for players only. My smile turns inward. Jenna is an NPC. No question. But why is she glued to my side? What’s her script? “Ugh, forget her,” Jenna huffs, pulling me down to sit on a bench. “Some people just have a nasty streak. We won’t have to see her once we’re on the island!”

She looked the girl up. It didn't take long. Jenna Williams didn't have much of a social media presence, which was strange in itself, a handful of old photos from what looked like a much smaller school back home, nothing recent, nothing that gave Freya much to work with beyond a face and a name. Scholarship student. New this semester. Not the kind of girl who typically registered on anyone's radar at a school like theirs.

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”