All Chapters of The Wrath of Jordan Jefferson: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: Shattered Reflections
Zoe stormed into the living room, her heels echoing sharply against the tiles. Her heart was pounding, her hands trembling slightly, but her face burned with a strange mix of fear and rage.The ride back had been quiet, but her mind hadn’t stopped racing. Not for a second.The door slammed behind her as she flung her bag to the floor and collapsed on the couch, her eyes fixed on the wall, motionless.Esther, seated on the dining stool with a half-empty glass of wine, turned sharply. “Zoe? What’s going on? Why are you back so soon?”No answer.“Zoe?”Still nothing.Esther got up, walked over, and tapped her gently on the shoulder. “Talk to me, what happened? Did you see the president? Was the contract signed?”Zoe blinked slowly, her lips parted but no words came. Her throat was dry, her thoughts scattered. Then, in a whisper, she finally muttered, “It was Jordan…”Esther frowned. “What?”Zoe turned to face her mother, her voice shaky. “It was Jordan, mum. The President of Jefferson Gr
Chapter 12: Her Breaking Point
The conference room of iNet Group towered with silent elegance, its wide glass walls framing the skyline like a painting. Three top board members sat at the long black table, waiting patiently but critically.Their presence filled the room with the kind of tension only powerful men could command.First was Mr. Raymond Eze, head of Finance, known for restructuring two crumbling banks into profitable ventures within a decade. Beside him was Mrs. Theresa Omodara, CEO of Terranet Media Holdings, and one of the most sought-after strategic investors in the country.Then at the far end sat Mr. Godwin Holland, the project manager in charge of new venture partnerships—sharp, stern, and with little tolerance for mediocrity.Zoe stood before them, her legs rooted to the polished floor, her hands gripping her tablet and a neatly organized file. She wore a deep blue corporate gown, with her hair perfectly pinned up. By the door stood her personal assistant, Doris Okeke, who gave her an encouraging
Chapter 13: Brewing Storm
Zoe’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as she sped through the expressway, her face stiff with fury and humiliation. Doris sat quietly beside her, glancing nervously from time to time.She had seen her boss upset before, but not like this. Her heels tapped softly on the car mat, unsure if she should say something.“Ma, maybe you should go home first,” Doris said carefully. “Just rest small… then tomorrow—”“Doris,” Zoe snapped without looking. “Don’t cross your boundary.”Doris quickly reclined into her seat and kept her mouth shut. She didn’t need a second warning.The rest of the ride was tense and quiet. Doris didn’t know the full details of what happened inside that conference room at iNet Group, but one thing was clear—the presentation had failed, and her boss was in no mood for consolation.When they arrived at Bennett Industries, Zoe stepped out briskly, ignoring the greetings of staff as she stormed through the glass doors. She didn’t wait for Doris to catch up. Her eyes w
Chapter 14: The Missing Lawyer
“Hey, I was just about to call you,” Jordan said with a soft smile as he picked up Jenna’s call. He was already packing up his desk, the files neatly stacked in a leather folder.The clock on the wall read 2:47 p.m. He’d been counting down to closing time because there was a place he needed to visit before going home.“I miss you,” Jenna said, her voice warm. “I just wanted to hear your voice. And… if you’re not too tired, maybe we could have dinner at my place tonight?”Jordan chuckled lightly. “You don’t even need to ask. I’ll be there.”“Good,” Jenna replied sweetly. “So you said you were about to call me. What was it?”Jordan leaned against his desk, letting out a long breath. “You won’t believe who walked into my conference room today, looking for a contract presentation.”“Who?” Jenna asked with curiosity.“Zoe,” he said calmly. “Zoe Bennett.”There was a pause on the line. “Your ex-wife?”Jordan nodded as if she could see him. “The same. She came to iNet Group today to pitch a
Chapter 15: The Warning
By 7:35 p.m., Jordan pulled up in front of Jenna's apartment. The sky had already darkened, and the warm lights from her porch cast a soft glow over the compound.Earlier, after leaving the law office and failing to reach Mr. Hensley, Jordan had returned home briefly to gather himself and prepare for the visit. He had dismissed his driver for the day, asking him to return the next morning.But even rest had done little to ease the discomfort sitting in his chest.Something was brewing: he could feel it.Earlier, on his way here, he had run into something far more unsettling than traffic.It happened around 6:40 p.m., just at the edge of a traffic light intersection near a major bridge. His car idled slowly among the jam, when a black Hilux cruised up beside him. Something about the vehicle made his gut tighten.And then he saw them; three huge men inside, all muscular, their skin inked with menacing tattoos running from their necks down their arms. Their stares were cold, threatening.
Chapter 16: The Original Will
The sun blazed high over New York as Jordan parked in front of a small, modest apartment complex tucked away in one of the quieter streets.It was ten minutes past 1 p.m., and the street was unusually silent for such a busy part of the city. He checked the time again. This had to be quick—he only had an hour for lunch before he needed to return to work.Earlier that afternoon, he had managed to convince Michael Webb, the legal consultant whose business card he received the previous day, to share the location of the one man Jordan needed to see—Clark Hensley, the former Bennett family lawyer.It had taken some convincing, and a hint of desperation in Jordan’s voice, but Michael eventually gave in. “He won’t want to see you,” he warned. “But if he does open the door… just be careful.”Jordan hadn’t forgotten the threat from yesterday. The image of those tattooed men in the Hilux still haunted him. Their words echoed in his mind like an alarm clock that wouldn’t stop ringing: Leave New Y
Chapter 17: Echoes of Regrets
The soft tapping of Zoe’s manicured fingers echoed faintly in her office. She’d being on this for over two hours straight. Her eyes, dry from hours of staring at her laptop screen, blinked rapidly as she struggled to focus.The report before her refused to make sense. The numbers weren’t adding up, and frankly, neither was her mind. She leaned back into the chair, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she had held.Then, her phone buzzed.It was a video call.She frowned slightly, squinting at the screen. The names flashed—Jessica Blake, Monica Gray, and Lauren Adams; her three old friends from university days. Their faces soon popped up on the screen, all cheerful and glowing, as if the years had only added to their beauty.It had been almost five years since they all spoke properly. Life had dragged them into different corners of the world.Zoe smiled. For the first time in days, it wasn’t forced.“Zoe!” they chorused.“Wow, I can’t believe this,” she said, eyes lighting up. “It
Chapter 18: “I Need Grandchildren”
Zoe drove like someone possessed. Her knuckles tightened around the steering wheel, thoughts racing as fast as her tires on the pavement. She had barely parked the car properly before jumping out and storming into the house.Everything felt unusually quiet. The living room was empty—no trace of movement, no butler, no maids, nothing.The silence was thick enough to suffocate. The TV wasn’t on, the air felt stale, and there was no sound from the kitchen either.“Hello?” she called out. No response.Her heels echoed as she walked briskly toward her mother’s room. She pushed the door open—no one. The bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle out of place. She immediately reached into her purse and dialed her mother’s line.Switched off.Zoe froze.Fear gripped her spine. Something was off. Her eyes darted toward the window, where just minutes ago she had seen David’s car parked in front. Yet, he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Something nudged her—an uneasy pull toward her room.She turned and hur
Chapter 19: One Night with a Stranger
The rain had started falling lightly as Zoe sped down the road, her mind completely overtaken by what just happened back at the house.Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her knuckles pale, and jaw clenched. Anger, shame, and betrayal were fighting inside her. Her pain wasn’t majorly about what happened at home. It was more of a transferred aggression from her meeting with Jordan who now turned out to be a nightmare.She didn’t even notice when she veered off the lane. Her eyes were wet but not from the rain. The headlamp of an oncoming trailer flashed hard at her, jolting her heart into her throat. She yanked the steering sharply to the right.The tires screeched as the car swerved violently off the tarred road into the bush path, hitting a roadside pole with a loud bang.Silence followed. Then the slow hissing sound of a leaking radiator.Zoe blinked twice, dazed but alive. Her chest rose and fell quickly, the seatbelt cutting across her shoulder. Her head ached, her elbow bru
Chapter 20: No Trace of Mercy
Zoe’s eyes flinched as the morning sun filtered in through the long cream-coloured curtains. Her body shifted under the blanket, skin brushing against skin. A strange warmth beside her made her heart skip.She slowly turned her head and froze.A man was lying next to her. Shirtless. Peacefully asleep.She blinked twice, then three times, thinking it was a dream. She prayed it should be. But it wasn’t.Her breath quickened. She jolted upright, grabbing the blanket to her chest.“What is this? Who are you? What am I doing here?” she asked in a rushed, panicked tone as she started tapping the man roughly.The man sat up, blinking. “What do you mean? You don’t remember?”Zoe’s hands trembled as she held the blanket tighter around her. “Remember what?”The man sighed and rested his back on the headboard. “Last night… You drank too much. I offered you my room to rest. You literally dragged me into this. You kissed me, begged me not to leave you alone, and pulled me in yourself. I warned you