LOGINRegardless of whether Alice was ashamed or not, Jenna gave a damn. Alice struggled as she saw the woman tear the bandage off her bandaged left leg.
The temperature in the ward fell to below zero all of a sudden.
Jenna scoffed as she observed Alice's leg being watched.
“Wow, it's so terrible that not even a drop of blood is running out. If I arrived a little later, I'm worried that your ‘wound’ will totally heal.”
“Jenna! You... Rex, it's not like that... It's only that I'm feeling weak right now and will recover better with a blood transfusion.”
The man turned to look at Alice. As she frantically explained, her heart raced.
Four to five times a month, you get hurt. You're attempting to drain my blood, in my opinion. You won't have another chance like this in the future. “Jenna added in a chilly tone. Arrange for Rex to wed another fool to become your new mobile blood bank.
Jenna snorted after that and walked out of the ward without turning around.
Jenna collapsed on a bench in the hallway as she slammed the door to the ward shut, feeling depressed and as like the entire world had abandoned her.
Tears streamed down Jenna's eyes as she pulled out her phone and mumbled, "I'll try my hardest to make a call," her voice choking with exhaustion.
“Big brother….”
Only hearing her voice, the other person sighed quietly. His tone was gracious. “I'll come get you, where are you?"
A few minutes later, the unconscious woman was gently carried out of the hospital by a noble and elegant man who was in the company of a group of enigmatic men dressed in black.
With a dejected expression, Rex dragged the attending physician out of the ward. He was furious, as seen by his black eyes.
“Is this the quality of professionalism in your hospital? A serious leg injury?! Is a blood transfusion really necessary for scraped skin?”
Rex delivered a chilling performance. He felt guiltier and more intensely experienced that peculiar feeling in his heart every time he remembered Jenna's frail condition following her blood donation.
The doctor trembled and no longer dared to keep the truth from him.
"Mr. Hidalgo, we will never dare to do this again. It was Ms. Florence's command. It has nothing to do with our hospital. She said you agreed to all of the blood transfusions. Every time Ms. Jenna contributed blood, you were also there.”
‘Alice Florence Did I treat her too kindly? Just because of that picture, Jenna insisted on getting a divorce. Has she been misinformed about my friendship with Alice?’
Rex reasoned that he could simply explain it to her in that situation. Despite not feeling any passion for his wife, he had always been devoted to their union and was content with the way things were. He therefore had no problem continuing in this manner for the rest of their lives.
He had never considered getting a divorce since they got married, at least.
If Jenna wasn't happy with his connection with Alice, he may separate himself from Alice.
Rex believed that if they resolved this minor issue, their marriage would still be salvageable.
When he tried to call Jenna on her phone, it was off.
Rex drew the security who was standing at the door, his brows furrowed furiously. A little while later, the nervous bodyguard was in front of him.
"Mr. Hidalgo, the hospital's security footage was suddenly compromised ten minutes ago, and despite searching the entire facility, we are unable to locate the young madam anywhere.”
Rex scowled, even more, his thin lips curled into a tight line. He experienced an unexplainable emotion surge in his chest as he recalled Jenna signing the divorce agreement without hesitation. His deep, dark eyes had an unfathomable, impenetrable quality.
"Where can she go now that the divorce is final? She is financially disadvantaged.
His heart felt exceedingly uneasy, and the unpleasant feeling that usually dogged him became more severe at the notion of her leaving so abruptly.
"Get someone to look for her, and let me know as soon as you do."
"How could she switch off her phone in such a manner? She certainly stepped out of line! '
I agree, sir.
Rex did not want to admit that this woman, who was no longer his wife, had caused him to experience a moment of anxiety.
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The lavishly adorned room's limited-edition expensive Italian furniture felt familiar to Jenna. Her tears began to fall as soon as she opened her eyes and saw the lavish chamber that she had not seen in a while.
"This is my bedroom,"
It's simply a divorce; why are you crying? Do you believe the Anderson family won't be able to support you?
Her ears were filled with a wise and stern voice. Jenna cried even more and looked over with pained eyes.
Marcus Anderson, the fabled Chairman of the Anderson Empire, who had the power to quake New York City with the sole of his foot, was standing in Jenna's room, appearing regal and haughty.
"Dad..."
The decision came quietly.No press conference. No advisors arguing across polished tables. No dramatic announcement.Jenna made it alone, in the hours before dawn, while Madrid slept beneath a fragile illusion of order. The city outside her hospital window glimmered with distance and indifference, as if it had already decided she did not belong here.Alice’s letter lay folded on the bedside table.Jenna did not touch it again.She didn’t need to.Alice is her nemesis.Always.New York was where Jenna’s empire had been built—but it was also
The hospital's quietness was deceptive.It hummed softly with the sounds of machines and distant footsteps, a fragile illusion of calm stitched together by white walls and controlled lighting. Outside, the world screamed. Inside Jenna's private room, everything waited—breath held, hearts unsteady, truths pressing against their own restraints.Jenna lay awake long after the nurses left.Her lungs still ached with every inhale, a dull reminder that fire had kissed her too closely. She stared at the ceiling, tracing imaginary cracks that weren't there, grounding herself in something simple because her thoughts refused to stay still.David's vow echoed relentlessly in her mind.I will protect Jenna wit
The world woke up burning.Not with flames this time, but with outrage.By dawn, the image had crossed every border Jenna Anderson’s company ever operated in—and many it never had. Phones buzzed relentlessly. Newsrooms abandoned scheduled programming. Financial analysts, political commentators, and royal correspondents spoke over one another in frantic urgency as the same photograph dominated every screen.Rex.Jenna.Fire.He was carrying her as if the rest of the world had already fallen away.Jenna woke to white.Not the comforting whi
The smell reached Jenna before the sound.It crept into her lungs like a living thing—sharp, chemical, wrong. Not the accidental smoke of a kitchen mishap or overheated wiring, but something deliberate. Violent. Her eyes snapped open as her throat burned, the air already thick and heavy, pressing against her chest with suffocating intent.The lights flickered.For half a second, she was still trapped in the echo of Alice’s voice.Madrid was only the beginning.Then the fire alarm screamed.Jenna lurched out of bed, coughing as black smoke curled beneath the suite door like a predator slipping its leash. Heat radiated through the walls, unn
The night in Madrid, I did not sleep.Sirens wailed somewhere far below the hotel’s gilded windows, their echoes slicing through the velvet silence left behind after the chaos of the previous hour. The attempted assassination had been hushed, buried under layers of royal authority and private security, but the air itself still trembled as if it remembered. Even the chandeliers in the presidential suite seemed to glow too brightly, as though light itself had become suspicious of shadows.Jenna sat by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.The city stretched endlessly below—ancient rooftops, glowing streets, the illusion of peace. It mocked her. Just hours ago, masked men had stalked her hallway with silenced guns and professional precision. If David’s men had been a second slower, she would already be a headline whispered behind closed doors.The Mysterious CEO Dies in Spain.Her fingers curled against the glass. The chill seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compare
Time did not slow.It shattered.—High above the palace, the shooter exhaled.He lay prone against cold stone, body aligned with the rifle as if they were a single organism. The wind was steady. The distance measured. The variables accounted for long before the gala lights ignited below.Gold dress. Center mass.The target moved exactly as predicted.The shooter’s finger rested against the trigger, pressure increasing by fractions. He did not think of faces. He did not think of names. He thought only of instruction.Observe. Adjust. Execute.Below him, music swelled.A king danced.The woman in gold turned her head slightly, laughter flickering across her face for a heartbeat. Something tightened unexpectedly in the shooter’s chest.Annoyance.Emotion was a flaw.He corrected his breathing.—Rex moved before thought could catch him.The red dot burned against Jenna’s chest, a cruel mockery against gold, steady and precise. Rex’s body reacted on instinct older than reason—muscle memo







