Unexpected Jenna Novels & Stories

I said quietly. She blinked, uneasy. “Okay…” “Where were you last Thursday?” I asked. Jenna shifted. “Um. Home?” “With who?” “Just—myself. What is this?” Morgan tossed the photo on the table. Jenna froze. Her face didn’t change. Didn’t twitch. But her eyes gave it away. “Is this a joke?” she tried. “You met with Victoria,” Liam said. “No—” “You used your mother’s name on a burner account.”

"Now, I’m a 'Future Mrs. Wagner.' Get. Out." Danny scrambled over the ledge, nearly tripping on a potted petunia as he vanished into the rainy night. Lilia slammed the window shut and locked it, her chest heaving. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass, the adrenaline leaving her limbs shaky. She turned back to the kitchen and saw the diamond ring. It felt less like armor now and more like a target. Her phone buzzed on the counter. It was a text from an unknown number, but she knew the clipped, authoritative tone immediately.

"Isabella, I was wrong! I'm sorry!" In reality, right before I pulled up to his building, I had already caught sight of a sleek, dark sedan idling near the alleyway—Jenna. The raw, feral hatred radiating from the tinted windows told me she and her syndicate ex were finally ready to move. But to my surprise, three days went by, and nothing happened. A faint trace of unease settled in my chest. Ryan seemed to have finally accepted reality, disappearing from my radar entirely. But on Friday, my personal assistant mentioned something strange.

If only he knew how easily this so-called celebration could turn to chaos. But before anyone could even raise their glass, the moment cracked. Someone else was climbing the platform. And when I saw who it was, a chill of pure excitement ran down my spine. Jenna. Well, well. I wasn’t expecting her to be this bold, but I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise. She walked up confidently, that sharpness in her eyes, and took the mic from Tobias like she had every right to it. Tobias looked confused for a second but then stepped back, letting her have the floor.

Jenna had just walked in the door when Lucky came running up to her, jumping on her again and again, wagging his tail frantically, "Woof! Woof!" "Miss you're back." Randi immediately dropped the mop and walked over to her, pulling her along, "Tell me, what's going on? This doesn't look like a business trip for you, not a single video, and the phone calls are all very low." "Ah... Ouch." Jenna wanted to hug Randi, but a sharp pain shot through her shoulder， and her expression changed.

The streets now fell silent. I wanted to scream my lungs out. To call Rob, and yell into the phone asking ‘what the hell is happening?’ But I couldn’t. Because I wasn’t supposed to be seen. And especially not now. I surrendered back to my apartment as I waited. It took only a few hours to get the information I needed and it happens jenna had gone into labor. She wasn’t supposed to yet, atleast not ahead of Elena. Something was wrong. The timelines were all wrong. Where do I even start?

“But, querida, I have one question... Well, two.” “Hmm?” He shifts slightly, lips brushing my hair. “Who is Brianna? And why didn’t Jenna go all sucker punch on Lala? I swear I was expecting broken ribs and at least one flipped coffee table.” I burst out laughing, loud and real. It comes from my belly and my bones. “Jenna is the storm, but I think even she knew I needed to have that moment for myself. Besides, she said if she punched Lala, she might break the girl’s whole bloodline. Jenna’s strength isn’t for show, babe. It’s generational.”

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

she declared. "You're going crazy!" Jenna retorted, her eyes widening, causing those around them to gasp in surprise. "I'll inform the board about this! I'll ensure they know you're just doing whatever you want!" Jenna declared defiantly. "Feel free! Just ensure you don't leave a mark," Erin responded coolly, observing the woman swallowing nervously. Jenna, Erin's cousin, has also been a long-time friend. Erin possesses a keen sense, allowing her to discern when Jenna is nervous or being untruthful.

she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. Jenna's eyes locked onto Brianna's, her gaze piercing. "You know why I'm here," she growled, her voice low and menacing. Brianna's expression turned sarcastic, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, wow, Jenna. You think you're some kind of detective now? Please, do go on." Jenna's anger intensified, her face reddening. "You're not taking this seriously, are you? You're ruining my father's company, and you're laughing about it."