Todos los capítulos de One Night With My Fiancé Ruthless Uncle : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The dress Carter's stylist delivered that afternoon was the exact shade of red he'd requested, deep and unapologetic, the kind of color that didn't ask permission to be noticed. Jennifer stood in front of the mirror in the penthouse's guest suite, smoothing her hands over the fabric, trying to convince herself the woman staring back at her was still, somewhere underneath all of it, the same person who used to disappear into beige cardigans and sensible flats.She barely recognized her. The woman in the mirror stood taller somehow, shoulders back, chin lifted, none of the careful smallness she'd spent years cultivating without ever quite realizing she was doing it. She thought of every event she'd attended at Gerald's side, always slightly behind him, always dressed to complement rather than command, and wondered when exactly she'd agreed to that arrangement, and why it had taken this much wreckage to finally notice.A knock sounded at her door. "Car's downstairs in ten minutes," Carte

Jennifer barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Sylvia's frightened voice again."He knows about your mothe"r.Then came Marcus Vane's face, calm and knowing beneath the golden lights of the ballroom, followed by the message that had appeared on her phone less than an hour later."If you want to know the truth about your mother, meet me alone. Tell no one. Not even him."She had spent the rest of the night staring at those words, trying to decide whether they were a warning or a threat.By morning, she still didn't know.What she did know was that someone out there knew something about Elena Reyes that Jennifer had spent her entire life trying to understand.Her mother's death had always been explained as a tragic accident.A rainy night and a slippery road, a car that lost control.Jennifer had been too young to question any of it, and whenever she'd asked her father for details, his answers had always been painfully brief. Her mother was gone. There was nothing they

The words hung in the air long after the recording ended.Do not trust the man standing beside you.Jennifer stared at Carter, her mother's warning still ringing in her ears, and for the first time since she had known him, she saw something close to panic in his eyes."That's not," he started, then stopped himself. "Jennifer, that's not what it sounds like.""How would you know what it sounds like?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely more than a whisper. "You don't even know what she meant.""I know I never hurt her.""You also never told me you were there the night she died."Carter flinched like she'd struck him.Behind them, Gerald's laughter echoed low and ugly through the church. "There it is," he said. "The truth finally catching up to him."Jennifer rounded on him, fury cutting through the fog of grief clouding her thoughts. "Don't act like you're innocent in this. You knew my mother. You lied about it all night.""I lied about knowing her personally," Gerald said. "I never lied

The warehouse sat at the edge of the industrial district, a hulking, rust-streaked building surrounded by chain-link fencing and cracked asphalt, the kind of place the city had long since forgotten. Rain still fell in a thin, persistent drizzle, and the single working streetlamp near the entrance flickered erratically, casting the whole scene in uneven, jittering light.Carter parked two blocks away, exactly as he'd planned in the tense, clipped conversation they'd had on the drive over. Jennifer would go in alone, as instructed. Carter, Gerald, and Rosa would follow at a distance, close enough to reach her quickly if something went wrong, far enough to avoid tipping off whoever was waiting inside.Jennifer's hands were steady now, in a way that almost frightened her. Somewhere between the church and this moment, the fear had burned down into something colder, sharper, more useful."You don't have to do this," Carter said quietly, one last time, his hand closing briefly around hers be

The gunshot still echoed inside Jennifer’s skull long after the sound itself had died.Carter staggered. One step. Then another. The dark stain on the front of his shirt spread with terrifying speed, blooming outward like ink dropped in water. His grey eyes locked on hers for a fraction of a second—sharp, furious, alive—before his knees gave way.“Carter!”Jennifer ripped free of the remaining grip on her arm with a strength she didn’t know she had. She hit the concrete hard on her knees, skidding the last few inches to reach him. Her hands slammed over the wound, pressing down with everything she had. Blood—hot, slick, too much of it—immediately soaked through her fingers and into the fabric of her dress.“Stay with me,” she ordered, voice cracking. “Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”Carter’s breath came in short, ragged pulls. His free hand rose, trembling, and covered one of hers. The pressure was weak, but it was there. “Jennifer—”“Don’t talk. Just breathe. Help is com