MasukThe 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 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 scent of antiseptic still lingered in Jenna’s memory. Even now, standing at the glass entrance of J&J’s temporary headquarters, she could almost hear the steady rhythm of hospital monitors… the faint, fragile sound that had followed Rex’s breathing the night he collapsed in her arms. She had not stayed long. She had not allowed herself to. Because staying meant feeling. And feeling, right now, was a liability. So she stepped forward. Back into war.The moment Jenna entered the building, everything shifted. Conversations died mid-sentence. Heads turned. Eyes followed. Respect. Fear. Curiosity. And something sharper beneath it all, speculation. Jenna walked past them without pause, heels striking marble with quiet authority. Her expression remained composed, unreadable, distant. Untouchable. But she heard them. Of course she did. “Is that her?” “She was at the center of the explosion…” “They say the King himself moved security just for her.” “And Rex Hidalgo—did
Rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the city into a blurred constellation of fractured lights.Rex Hidalgo moved through it like a ghost.No escort. No convoy. No digital trail.Only instinct.For forty-eight hours, he had ceased to exist.Officially, he was unreachable. Unofficially… he was hunting.Adrian Vale’s capture had been merely the first thread. Rex had learned long ago that traitors rarely acted alone — betrayal was a chain, each link forged by desperation, greed, ambition, or fear.And Rex intended to break every single one.Beca
The silence after the call felt heavier than the explosion that had shattered J&J’s lobby.No one moved.No one breathed.Adrian Vale.One of Rex’s men.The words echoed through the temporary crisis headquarters like a verdict already passed.Jenna lowered the phone slowly, her reflection staring back at her from the glass wall — composed, unbreakable, terrifyingly calm.Inside, however, something molten shifted.Not fear.Not panic.Betrayal.—Rex was the first to speak.“No,” he said quietly.It wasn’t denial.It was disbelief sharpened into pain.“He’s been with my division for six years… top percentile clearance, decorated cyber-defense architect. I vetted him personally.”Jenna turned toward him.
The command unit fell silent after Jenna finished reading the note.Even the distant wail of sirens seemed to fade beneath the weight of that single sentence.Every kingdom falls from the inside.Jenna lowered the page slowly, her fingers steady despite the storm rising beneath her ribs.Inside.Not outside attackers.Not faceless enemies.Someone close.Someone trusted.The air suddenly felt contaminated.—
The announcement came with the kind of weight that reshaped futures. Jenna Anderson stood before her board and her family, her voice steady and resolute as she declared: "J&J's next step will be in Paris. A headquarters at the heart of Europe. We are no long
The success of the J&J project rippled far beyond Anderson Tower. It echoed through the Anderson estate, where Jenna’s father gathered Gino, Kelvin, and Melvin at the long mahogany table. They had never been ambitious rivals, nor fractured by distance or pride. Each of them simply chose
The night before Jenna’s bold morning announcement, her phone buzzed with an unexpected call. Marydel’s voice, hurried but thrilled, came through the line.“Jenna, you need to hear this. The J&J project… It’s not just holding steady. It’s exploding. And it’s thanks to your Melvin.”Jenna blinked, f
The morning after the breakthrough announcement, Anderson Tower felt like the beating heart of the business world. Phones rang non-stop. Emails poured in from every corner of the globe. Investors who had once distanced themselves during the scandals now fought for a seat at Jenna Anderson’s table.







