One Night With My Fiancé Ruthless Uncle

Chapter Six : The Fine Print

"I need time," Jennifer said, taking a step back from the desk like distance might somehow slow the spiral of her own thoughts. "This isn't a decision I can make in the next five minutes."

Carter's expression didn't shift. "You don't have days, Jennifer. You barely have hours." He tapped a single finger against the folder in front of him, unhurried, utterly certain of himself. "The board convenes tomorrow morning at nine. If I don't have your answer by then, I withdraw the offer entirely, and I move on to something that doesn't come with quite so many complications."

"Complications," she repeated bitterly. "Is that what you're calling this?"

"I'm calling it what it is." He rose from behind the desk, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping into something quieter, harder to argue with. "Your father's company has thirty-one days of operating capital left. Thirty-one days, Jennifer. After that, there's no severance, no soft landing, nothing. Just a building full of people who trusted a man to keep his promises, watching him fail to do it."

"That's not fair."

"None of this is fair," Carter said. "But it is what it is. So you can take your time deciding, if you'd like. I'll simply need you to explain to your father, and to the two hundred people whose paychecks depend on this deal, why you needed a few extra days to think it over."

Jennifer's hands curled into fists at her sides. She hated him. Hated how easily he wielded her father's desperation like a blade, hated more how effective it was.

"You're a monster," she said quietly.

"I'm a businessman," Carter corrected, unbothered. "There's a difference, even if you don't want to see it right now."

She turned away from him, pacing toward the window, staring out at the city skyline without really seeing it. Every option led back to the same place. Say no, and watch her father lose everything he'd spent a lifetime building. Say yes, and hand this insufferable, taunting man a piece of her life she wasn't sure she'd ever get back.

"You don't understand what you're asking," she said finally, not turning around. "You want me to move into your home. Report to you. Be your inside informant against the family I was supposed to marry into."

"I have a very clear idea," Carter said. "I've thought about very little else since this morning."

Jennifer turned to face him, searching his expression for something, guilt, hesitation, anything that suggested he understood the weight of what he was asking her to give up. She found nothing. Just that same maddening composure, like the two of them were discussing quarterly earnings instead of the wreckage of her entire life.

"What happens to my job? My name? What happens once the whole world knows I'm living with my ex-fiancé's uncle?"

"Your reputation will survive," Carter said. "People forgive scandal quickly, especially when it comes wrapped in money and a happy ending."

"Is that supposed to be reassuring?"

"It's supposed to be honest. I'm not going to pretend this is a small thing I'm asking of you. It isn't. But I'm also not going to pretend I have any better options to offer you, because I don't. This is the deal. Take it, or don't."

Jennifer exhaled slowly, feeling the fight drain out of her, replaced by something heavier, more resigned. There was something else underneath it too, something she wasn't ready to admit even to herself. A small, ugly satisfaction at the thought of Gerald's face when he found out exactly whose orbit she'd landed in.

"If I do this," she said slowly, "I want something in return. Beyond the money."

Carter tilted his head, mildly intrigued. "Go on."

"I want to know everything. Whatever you're planning against Gerald and Margaret, I want to be part of it. Not just a prop you wheel out for appearances. If I'm giving up my life for this, I want a real seat at the table."

For a long moment, Carter studied her, something unreadable working behind his eyes. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth curved. "Careful, Jennifer. That's a dangerous thing to ask a man like me."

"I'm not interested in being careful anymore. I tried that. It got me a cheating fiancé and a broken engagement in front of two hundred guests."

Something like respect flickered across his face. "Fine. You'll have your seat at the table. Do we have a deal?"

Jennifer closed her eyes, picturing her father's face, pale and exhausted behind his desk, and Marion's voice cracking as she delivered the news.

"Fine," she said, opening her eyes. "I'll do it."

Something flickered in Carter's eyes, brief and unreadable, gone before she could name it. "Good," he said simply. "I'll have the paperwork drawn up by this evening."

"That's it? No gloating? No 'I told you so'?"

"I'll save that for later." A faint, knowing smile tugged at his mouth. "There's one more thing."

Jennifer's stomach tightened. "What."

"There's a Kane family gala at the end of the month. Annual thing. Every board member, every major shareholder, half the city's old money will be there." Carter's tone remained perfectly casual, like he was discussing the weather rather than detonating something in the middle of the room. "You'll attend as my date."

Jennifer stared at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You want me to walk into a room full of your family, on your arm, in front of Gerald and Margaret and everyone else who's spent ten years pretending you don't exist?"

"That's precisely the point." Carter's smile sharpened, something colder and more deliberate settling into it. "I want them to see exactly who's standing beside me when I walk back into that family. And I want my nephew to understand, in the clearest possible terms, exactly what he lost."

"You're using me to hurt him."

"I'm using you," Carter said, without a trace of apology, "the same way you're using me to save your father's company, and the same way some small, vindictive part of you is hoping to use this entire arrangement to make Gerald choke on his own regret. I never claimed this was anything else, Jennifer. Did you?"

She opened her mouth to argue, and found, infuriatingly, that she had nothing to say. He wasn't wrong. She'd walked into this arrangement with her own agenda tucked quietly behind her ribs, and he'd simply been honest enough to admit his out loud.

"That's different," she said, though even to her own ears it sounded weak.

"Is it?" Carter's gaze didn't waver. "You wanted to see him lose something the moment you found my card in that wallet. Don't insult us both by pretending otherwise."

Jennifer said nothing, because there was nothing to say that wouldn't be a lie.

"Fine," she said again, quieter this time. "I'll go to your gala."

"Good." Carter's gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, something unreadable passing behind his eyes, something that felt almost like satisfaction, though not the smug kind she'd expected. "Wear red."

He turned back toward the desk, already reaching for his phone, the conversation apparently concluded in his mind. Jennifer stood there a moment longer, watching him, wondering exactly what she'd just agreed to.

"One more thing," Carter said, not looking up. "My lawyer will meet you at the penthouse at eight tonight with the paperwork. Bring whatever you need for an extended stay. I doubt you'll be going back to your old apartment anytime soon."

Jennifer's stomach twisted at the reminder of Gerald's apartment, the one she'd walked out of less than a day ago, her overnight bag still lying wherever it had fallen. "I have nothing there I need," she said. "He can burn it for all I care."

Something almost like approval flickered across Carter's face. "Good. You'll need that kind of resolve for what's coming."

"And what exactly is coming?"

His smile returned, slow and unreadable. "You'll see soon enough, Miss Reyes." He gestured toward the door. "Eight o'clock. Don't be late."

Jennifer walked out on unsteady legs, past Marion's concerned glance, past staff who had no idea their jobs had just been saved by the last man any of them would have expected. She didn't stop until she reached her car, hands braced against the wheel, staring blankly through the windshield.

Twenty-four hours ago, she'd been engaged to be married. Now she was moving in with her ex-fiancé's uncle, bound by a contract she hadn't even read, walking straight into a war she hadn't started but fully intended to help win.

She should have been terrified.

Instead, for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt something dangerously close to powerful.

She let herself out without another word, closing the office door quietly behind her. The hallway outside was still busy, staff moving between desks, phones ringing, the ordinary chaos of a company trying to hold itself together for one more day. Marion caught her eye from across the floor and mouthed a silent, hopeful question.

Jennifer managed a small nod. It was enough. Marion's shoulders sagged with visible relief, and she turned back to her desk, already reaching for the phone to spread the news.

Jennifer found her father in the small break room down the hall, staring into a cup of coffee he clearly wasn't drinking. He looked up when she entered, and the hope in his eyes was almost unbearable.

"Well?" he asked.

"It's done," she said. "He's covering the debt. The company survives."

Her father exhaled, a long, shuddering breath, like he'd been holding it for days. He reached for her hand and squeezed it, his eyes suspiciously bright. "Thank you," he said, voice rough. "I don't know what I did to deserve a daughter like you, but I'm grateful for it every single day."

Jennifer forced a smile, swallowing down the guilt curling low in her stomach. He had no idea what she'd actually agreed to, the full weight of it, the parts she hadn't found the courage to say out loud yet. Moving out of her own apartment. Into Carter Blackwood's home. Playing his ally in a war against the family that was supposed to have been hers.

"Don't thank me yet," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "You don't know the whole deal."

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," she said, squeezing his hand back. "Just get some rest, Dad. This is going to be a long month."

She had no idea how right she was.