2025-07-10 23:18:53The venue, Roar Hub, glowed with wealth and splendor in celebration of the 20th Anniversary of the Jenkins Industries.
CEOs of various business enterprises, politicians and billionaires filled the hall, laughter and wine flowing as camera lights flashed across the walls.
Jordan was chatting with two foreign investors when his phone rang. He excused himself politely and stepped outside to take the call.
Just as he was about returning to the hall, he paused, turning face to face with a nightmare he thought he had left behind.
There stood Zoe Bennett, his ex-wife, and her mother Esther.
Zoe folded her arms, her lips curled in a smirk. “What are you doing here, Jordan? Did you follow us here? Are you stalking us now?”
Esther scoffed. “This is an elite event, not a street corner. Who even let you in?”
Jordan was quiet. He didn’t expect kindness from them, but the bitterness in their tone still pierced deep into his soul.
“You tried to kill me, Esther,” Jordan said, staring angrily at Zoe’s mum. And she was shocked for Jordan addressing her by her name, directly. “But I survived. And I’ll make sure that’ll be your greatest mistake.”
But they weren’t moved.
“What insolence!” Esther thundered, moving closer. “And who the hell do you think you are now, huh?”
Zoe stepped in to hold her mother. “Let it be, mum, he doesn’t worth it. Maybe we should call security,” Zoe said. “This place doesn’t need people like you loitering around.”
He ignored them and returned to the entrance, but another problem met him there.
The two security guards at the door stopped him.
“Sorry sir, this entrance is for guests only,” one of them said, eyeing him from head to toe.
“I just stepped outside to answer a call,” Jordan explained. “I was already inside.”
“We didn’t see you on the guest list,” the second added. “Please step aside.”
Zoe and Esther’s laughter echoed behind him.
“You see?” Zoe clapped. “Even the guards know you don’t belong here!”
Esther chimed in. “Just do everyone a favour and leave quietly before they throw you out.”
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Three weeks had passed, but for Jordan, it still felt like a dream.
He remembered that morning clearly, the moment he woke up inside a hospital room with clean white walls, and the first face he saw was that of Jenna Jenkins. She had stayed by his side the whole time. The doctors said it was a miracle he survived.
The knife had gone in deep, his wounds infected, and he had lost a frightening amount of blood. But somehow, he pulled through.
Jenna never left.
At first, Jordan didn’t understand her kindness. Why a woman like her, rich and powerful, would care about a man who had nothing—no title, no wealth, and no identity. But Jenna saw something else in him. Something beyond what he even knew existed.
It didn’t take long before their bond grew. She helped him recover, both physically and emotionally. He told her about Ezra Bennett, about Esther and Zoe, about the betrayal and pain. And then, when he showed her the mark on his neck—the Mark of Onyx, everything changed.
Jenna had the same mark.
That mark led them to the secret Ezra never fully revealed. Jordan was no ordinary man but the last direct descendant of the Onyx Keepers—an ancient bloodline that once ruled not by wealth, but by wisdom, strength, and light. Their mission was sacred: to protect the common man from government and supernatural oppressions.
It was a forgotten legacy buried beneath the rubble of power-hungry enemies.
They had enemies themselves, who don’t want their existence, especially the government. And this led to Jordan’s parents’ death.
With Jenna’s help, Jordan claimed his true identity. His real family name. His inheritance. The Jefferson Group, a powerful global conglomerate, was revealed to be his birthright, kept and managed all these years by the Jenkins family until Jordan’s return.
The late George Jenkins – Jenna’s father, was a very close friend to Jordan’s father. He died three years ago. But before his death, he’d protected every assets of his late friend – Jordan’s father.
The board of directors, upon learning Jordan’s true lineage and proof of heritage, bowed and crowned him President. Every elite bowed in reverence, addressing him not as “sir,” but as Lord Jefferson—keeper of the Onyx flame.
But Jordan didn’t let the power change him. He remained the calm, humble man he had always been. That was why he attended the 20th Anniversary Celebration of Jenkins Industries in a simple black suit. No gold rings. No shiny watches. Just a leather bangle Jenna gave him the night he became CEO.
Jordan could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin as he clenched his fists ready to punch and kick the hell out of the two young men in front of him.
One of the guards reached to push him, but then—
A voice interrupted.
“What the hell do you two you’re doing?”
It was soft, yet commanding.
The guards turned, and immediately froze.
Their shocking eyes met with Jenna Jenkins.
She was the CEO of Jenkins Industries, born into wealth and power and now the lamb unto Jordan’s path to living and keeping his family’s legacy.
She walked forward with calm fury in her eyes, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her presence alone commanded silence. “Do you know who this man is?” she asked the guards.
They blinked.
“This man,” she continued, “is someone you should be praying to God for even letting you breathe in his presence.”
The guards stepped back immediately and bowed.
“We’re sorry, ma. Sorry, sir,” they stammered.
Jenna turned to Jordan. “Are you alright?”
He nodded slightly. “I’m fine.”
She gave him a soft smile, then glanced at Zoe and Esther. “Who are they?”
Jordan sighed. “That’s my ex-wife, Zoe. And her mother, Esther Bennett.”
Jenna’s brows lifted. “Wait a minute… Zoe Bennett? The CEO of Bennett Industries?”
Jordan nodded again. Jenna shook her head in dismay, seeing Zoe as already foolish for how she treated Jordan in the past.
Zoe couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Yes, I’m Zoe Bennett! CEO of Bennett Industries! And I demand that this beggar leaves here this instant!”
Jenna’s expression shifted. “What insolence.”
Then, calmly, she turned to her assistant—a young woman holding a tablet nearby. Jenna tapped a few buttons on the device, then handed it back.
She took Jordan’s hand and walked him inside without another word.
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Inside, everyone was seated at round tables with fine glasses of wine and soft music playing in the background.
Zoe and Esther sat on one side, their eyes constantly scanning the room for Jenna and Jordan. Jenna and Jordan sat at the executive table, alongside a high-ranking official.
Moments later, the presenter climbed the stage and tapped the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s welcome the new CEO of Jenkins Industries… Miss Jenna Jenkins.”
Applause filled the hall.
Zoe and Esther turned to each other, stunned.
“She’s the CEO?” Zoe whispered, shock and fear washed over her.
Jenna stepped forward, her gown flowing like water. She gave a short, graceful speech, thanking their partners, celebrating growth, and wishing everyone a night of fruitful connection. Then she returned to her seat, her eyes never once meeting the Bennett women.
When it was time to announce the top ten contract awardees, Zoe adjusted in her chair, ready to be called up.
The first name was called. Not her.
Second… third… fifth… eighth… tenth.
Not Bennett Industries.
Zoe froze.
She couldn’t believe it.
She turned to her mother, hands shaking. “What is happening?”
Jordan leaned over to Jenna and whispered, “Did you do that?”
Jenna gave a faint nod. “They don’t deserve it. I removed them the moment I saw what kind of character your ex-wife had.”
Esther held Zoe’s hands tightly under the table, but Zoe couldn’t hold back her tears. This was not just a missed contract, it was a scandal. The media had already speculated she’d win. Now, her name was missing.
Outside the hall, Zoe paced furiously, her chest heaving.
“I’m sure it’s that woman Jordan is with. She did this. Let her come out. I’ll deal with her!”
Her voice was shaking.
But deep inside, something else was trembling. Fear.
Fear that the man she once mocked might now be the one her future depends on.
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