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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The office felt colder that morning. The moment Jordan walked in, every staff member knew something was off.His expression was calm, but his eyes carried that quiet storm, the kind that warned of an incoming reckoning. Jenna saw it too.She had seen it before, years ago, during the worst of the Bennett trial.He called for an emergency meeting with the executive team. The room filled quickly — department heads whispering nervously, laptops open, files spread across the long table.Jordan stood at the head, hands clasped behind his back. “The breach we faced last night was not random,” he began. “It was deliberate. Coordinated. And personal.”Silence gripped the room.“Evidence points directly to ZB Consulting,” he continued. “Which means Zoe Bennett has declared war again.”Murmurs erupted. Jenna’s sharp voice cut through them. “The security division is doubling our firewall defenses. Every internal device will be audited. Anyone found in contact with that firm, even casually will be
Chapter 61: The Games People Play
The first email came on a quiet Monday morning. Jordan was reviewing financial reports when Jenna walked in with her tablet. “You should see this,” she said.It was from Zoe. The subject line read: “A Proposal for Healing and Collaboration.” The message was polished, diplomatic, almost tender. “A chance to show the world that we’ve both moved past old wounds,” she wrote. “Let’s rebuild something positive from the ashes.”Jordan stared at the screen for a while, expression unreadable. “She wants to collaborate?” he said finally.Jenna folded her arms. “It’s a trap. She’s testing the waters, trying to see if you’ll still open the door.”He nodded slowly, but said nothing.For two days, the email sat unanswered. Yet, somehow, it lingered in his thoughts. He didn’t know why; maybe curiosity, maybe unfinished business, maybe the stubborn part of him that always sought closure.On the third day, Zoe sent another message. “I understand your silence, but I’d still like a chance to speak in pe
Chapter 60: The Return of Shadows
Zoe’s reappearance began like a whisper, not a storm.It started with small headlines — “Zoe Bennett: The Woman Who Lost Everything but Found Herself.”Another read, “From Scandal to Second Chances: Bennett’s Path to Redemption.”Each piece painted her as a misunderstood woman rising from ruin, not the cold manipulator the world had condemned.Behind it all was a new publicist she hired — one of the best in the industry. He had a simple instruction from Zoe: rebuild my image and make people remember my name without fear or hate.Soon, she was appearing in quiet interviews, charity events, and podcasts about rebuilding after loss.Her voice trembled when she spoke about her “mistakes” and her “journey toward self-forgiveness.” It was rehearsed, calculated, but effective.People began to soften. The same audience that once cursed her name started saying maybe she had suffered enough. That maybe prison wasn’t the only punishment a soul could endure.Zoe played the part well — gracious, h
Chapter 59: Old Wounds, New Fires
Jordan’s days became a blur of meetings, calls, and new beginnings. The storm that once clouded his life had cleared, leaving room for purpose.Jefferson Group was thriving again. Investors who once doubted him now fought to be part of his projects. His name carried weight — not from pity, but from respect earned through scars.Bennett Industries, the empire that once tried to bury him, now stood reborn as Bennett–Jefferson Holdings. The name was intentional. A message that the past had been redeemed, not erased.The offices buzzed with energy; the employees worked with new hope, knowing leadership had changed hands for the better.Through it all, Jenna was beside him. She had become his steady rhythm — the voice that calmed him when pressure grew, the face that reminded him that peace was possible after pain.She knew how to balance him — when to challenge him, when to stand silent, and when to push him to live outside the walls of his office.They spent long hours side by side, revi
Chapter 58: Sparks of Healing
The weeks after the judgment passed quietly, though the city still whispered Jordan’s name. The media had moved on to newer scandals, but remnants of the Bennett story still lingered in business columns and social chatter.Everywhere he went, people looked at him differently, with respect, some with awe, and others with silent envy.He had become a symbol of survival, of justice, of power reclaimed. But when the cameras turned off and the applause faded, he found little peace in it.Most nights, he sat in the dim light of his penthouse, unable to sleep. Victory had its noise, but silence after it was deafening. He often stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to Ezra — the man who had believed in him when no one else did.The man whose trust had cost him his life. “You’d have wanted better for all of us,” Jordan muttered one night, his voice barely a whisper.The city lights blinked below him like scattered stars. He reached for a glass of water but paused midway, realising
Chapter 57: Lines of Control
By sunrise, the Bennett building was no longer theirs. Court-appointed auditors arrived early, a convoy of cars pulling up in front of the glass tower that once symbolised arrogance and wealth.They came with sealed orders, escorted by court officers and a handful of Jefferson Group security men.Inside the building, staff whispered nervously as the lead auditor, a tall woman named Mrs. Adisa, addressed them. “We are acting under the authority of the court,” she said firmly. “All departments will cooperate fully. Every document, every transaction record, every contract — we go through everything.”Jordan and Jenna stood in the lobby as the process began. The auditors moved from one office to another, tagging assets, securing files, and collecting devices.Some staff members looked relieved, others defiant.Hensley briefed Jordan quietly. “This is the full charge order. The judge gave them unlimited access to the company’s records. For the next thirty days, Bennett Industries reports d
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