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The Wealthy Divorcee 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 Wealthy Divorcee 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
The Wealthy Divorcee Healing Tensions
The sterile white walls of the Presbyterian Hospital's private wing felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The scent of antiseptic and floor wax was sharp, a clinical reminder of the violence that had unfolded only hours prior. Jenna sat in a stiff, leather armchair pulled close to the bed, her eyes fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of Daniel's chest. The heart monitor's beeping was the only sound in the room, a steady, mechanical pulse that felt far more reliable than the world outside.Daniel lay under a thin hospital sheet, his shoulder heavily bandaged where the high-caliber round had torn through muscle and bone. His face, usually an unreadable mask of stoic duty, was softened by the exhaustion of surgery and blood loss. He looked younger when he was asleep, less like the lethal weapon David had forged and more like a man who had nearly lost everything to keep a promise.Jenna's hands were clasped in her lap, her knuckles white. The guilt was a heavy, suffocating weight. She
The Wealthy Divorcee Bullet in the Crowd
The strobe lights of the Pierre Hotel ballroom had long since turned into a nauseating blur of white and crimson. Jenna stood frozen at the podium, the air in her lungs feeling like shards of glass. Alice Florence, the woman who had haunted her marriage, her business, and her very survival, stood only twenty feet away, camouflaged in the mundane grey of a press pool.The red laser dot was a steady, mocking eye on Jenna's chest. It didn't waver. It was the mark of a predator who had finally cornered its prey."Hello, Jenna," Alice's voice purred, amplified by the hot mic into a sound that felt like a serrated blade across the skin. "Did you miss me?"Before Jenna could even scream, the world fractured.CRACK.The gunshot was a physical blow, a thunderclap that shattered the high-society silence of the ballroom. For a heartbeat, the room was a tableau of absolute terror. Jenna felt a violent shove, the wind knocked out of her as a heavy, solid weight collided with her, sending her sprawl
The Wealthy Divorcee The Inescapable War
The air in the high-security bunker beneath the J&J temporary headquarters was thick with the scent of ozone and unuttered tension. Jenna Anderson stood before a wall of monitors, her reflection ghostly against the scrolling data of global trade routes and encrypted chatter. Her navy suit was crisp, masking the bruises that still throbbed along her ribs—a physical reminder of the explosion that had nearly claimed her life.Beside her, Special Agent Miller of the FBI adjusted his glasses, his face illuminated by the harsh blue light of the screens. "It's confirmed, Ms. Anderson," Miller said, his voice dropping an octave. "Alice Florence didn't just survive the fallout in Europe; she's metastasized. Our intelligence indicates she has successfully established a primary cell of her new syndicate right here on U.S. soil. They're calling it 'The Obsidian Crown.' It's a hybrid—half-corporate espionage, half-militant insurgency." Jenna didn't flinch, though a cold shiver traced her spine.
The Wealthy Divorcee Flames of Memory
The severed rose remained on Jenna’s desk long after the call ended.She did not throw it away.She did not move it.Because removing it would mean denying what it represented.And Jenna Hidalgo had never survived by denying reality.Only by confronting it.Morning arrived with unnatural brightness.As if the city itself had chosen to ignore the shadow tightening around her life.Black cars lined the street outside J&J headquarters.Royal insignias gleamed beneath the sun.Media swarmed like vultures sensing something historic.Inside, tension moved faster than whispers.“Is it true?”“The Crown is officially backing J&J?”“They say it’s more than business…”“They say she might become Queen.”Jenna stood at the edge of the executive floor, watching the arrival through reinforced glass.Her reflection stared back at her.Calm.Composed.Unshaken.But beneath it.A storm waited.The elevator doors opened.David stepped out.Not as a businessman.Not as an ally.But as a King.Every move
The Wealthy Divorcee I Want My Blood Back
Jenna sat across from Jeffrey and Rex in the private dining room of the restaurant, her fingers drumming against the table as she locked eyes with Jeffrey. The air was thick with unspoken tension, but she wasted no time cutting through it."Tell me, Jeffrey," Jenna began, her tone cool and unwaveri
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After realizing the situation, Rex picked up the pen but hesitated. His fingers hovered over the first page before he set the pen down and leaned back. "Mike, schedule an appointment with Jenna’s office. I need to speak with her."Mike stiffened slightly but nodded. "Right away, sir."A few moments
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Rex did not make a sound on the side, but his eyes had a chill in them.Jenna laughed lightly and took Chris's arm. She raised an eyebrow and said, "What does it matter to you how many men I change or how many people I date? Mr. Martinez, do you wanna date me too?” Mark was dissatisfied and felt in
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The employee kindly placed the emerald pipe before Jenna.She took it up and examined it. There was a tiny red area around the base of the tobacco pipe.'So this is the real one.' Jenna thought to herself."Thank you," Jenna said to the employee.She paid no attention to the two women who were in h
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