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Chapter 2
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2026-07-07 01:07:25Nathaniel's POV
"You could at least try to look like you're not attending your own execution," my assistant Dana muttered, straightening my tie in the back of the town car.
"I look exactly the way I feel," I said. "Efficient."
"You're marrying a stranger in forty minutes, Nathaniel."
"I'm signing a contract in forty minutes. The stranger part is incidental."
Dana gave me a look I had seen from her a hundred times over six years and ignored every single one of them. "Say that to her face and see how well it lands."
I did not answer, because the truth was I had already said something close to it, on the phone, three nights ago, and the woman on the other end of that call had not flinched once. Most women who wanted something from me flattered first and negotiated second. Emily Hart had done the opposite, and I had thought about that phone call more times in three days than I liked to admit.
The courthouse steps came into view. My grandmother was already there, camel coat, small private smile, looking entirely too pleased with herself for a woman who had engineered this entire situation from behind a plate of croissants.
"You look terrified," Eleanor said, kissing my cheek.
"I look efficient."
"You keep saying that word like it will make it true."
"It's a perfectly good word."
"It's a word men use when they don't want to admit they're nervous." Eleanor smoothed an invisible wrinkle from my lapel, the same gesture she'd used since I was six years old and terrified of my first piano recital. "You don't have to be nervous with this one, Nathaniel. I chose carefully."
"You chose conveniently. There's a difference."
"Is there," she said, and there was something knowing in the way she said it that I chose not to examine too closely, not with the ceremony minutes away and my collar already too tight.
Emily arrived twelve minutes late in a blue dress that was clearly not the one she had planned to wear, hair still slightly damp, an expression that made it obvious she had run at least part of the way here.
"Sorry," she said, to no one in particular, to everyone at once. "The G train hates me on principle."
"You're marrying into a family with four cars and a driver," Dana said helpfully. "That problem is about to solve itself."
Emily's eyes found mine for the first time, and I had expected, I realized, someone smaller than she was. Not in height. In presence. She looked at me the way people look at a math problem they intend to solve, not the way people usually looked at me, which was either hungry or afraid.
"Mr. Whitfield," she said.
"Miss Hart. Ready to make this official?"
"As ready as I'll ever be to marry a man I've spoken to exactly twice."
"Three times now," I said. "The third one is happening currently."
Something flickered at the corner of her mouth, not quite a smile, more like the memory of one. "Careful, Mr. Whitfield. Keep making jokes and I might start thinking you're human."
The judge called us forward before I could decide how to respond to that. The ceremony took eleven minutes. I know because I counted, the way I counted everything, board meetings and quarterly earnings and now, apparently, the exact length of time it took to become a married man for the second time in my life, this time to a woman whose last name I had not known a week ago.
Afterward, in the car, Emily sat as far from me as the seat allowed, staring out the window at a city she had lived in her whole life and I had apparently just made unrecognizable to her.
"You're quiet," I said.
"I'm processing. I went to work this morning as Emily Hart. I'm going home tonight as your wife. Forgive me if that takes a minute to sit with."
I understood the sensation better than I let on. Three years ago I had stood at an altar expecting to feel something permanent and had instead felt the floor drop out from under me two weeks later when the woman I loved chose a folder of documents over the life we had planned. I had built the last three years of myself around never feeling that unsteady again. And now here I was, married again, this time to someone I had chosen with the same emotional investment I applied to a merger.
"It won't be complicated," I said, more to convince myself than her. "We live in the same space. We attend the same events. In a year, we file the paperwork to end it, and you walk away with your family's debt gone and your name intact."
"And what do you walk away with?"
"A company that stays mine."
She turned from the window to look at me directly, and there was something unnervingly steady in her gaze, the same directness that had caught me on the phone three nights ago. "That's it? That's the whole plan? A year of pretending, and then we both just go back to our real lives like none of it happened?"
"That's the plan," I said.
"You say that like it's simple."
"It is simple. I've negotiated far more complicated agreements before breakfast."
"This isn't a merger, Nathaniel."
"No," I admitted, "it's considerably better documented than most of my mergers. At least here, both parties know exactly what they're agreeing to."
She studied me for a moment, like she was deciding whether that was a joke or a warning. "Do they, though. Because I'm not sure either of us knows exactly what we just agreed to. Not really."
"Okay," she said quietly. "Then let's be very clear about the rules before we get to your apartment, Mr. Whitfield. Because I did not agree to disappear into your life. I agreed to share a year of it."
The car pulled up to the building, and the doorman opened her door before I could. She stepped out and looked up, and up, at the tower she now technically lived in, and for one unguarded second something crossed her face that looked less like awe and more like grief, like she was thinking of a much smaller building across the river with her mother's name still on the awning.
"First rule," she said, turning back to me before we reached the elevator. "You don't get to decide what I feel about any of this. Not tonight. Not for the next year."
"Understood."
"Second rule. If we're doing this in front of people, I need to know the story we're telling, because I refuse to be caught flat footed in front of your grandmother's friends."
"Also understood."
"Third rule." She stepped into the elevator, and the doors began to close between us before she said the last part, so that I had to catch it just before the gap sealed shut. "Don't fall in love with me by accident, Mr. Whitfield. I don't think either of us can afford that."
The doors shut. I stood in the lobby a full ten seconds before I followed her up, wondering why the one rule I hadn't agreed to out loud was the only one I couldn't stop thinking about.
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