She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 310: The Future Head

Chapter 310: The Future Head

“You are a Queen.” Cassandra smoothed Jennifer’s collar one last time, her hands resting on the her shoulders, warm and reassuring.

​”And Queens deserve to have everything they want.”

A flush of heat climbed up Jennifer’s neck, settling high on her cheeks. It was a potent cocktail of embarrassment and unadulterated pride.

She wasn’t used to this… this raw, unfiltered worship. Her mother offered criticism disguised as advice; her aunt offered adoration disguised as fact.

She cleared her throat, forcing the blush down, and straightened her spine. She was a Director now. She had to act like one.

“You spoil me, Auntie,” she said, her voice regaining its cool, executive cadence. She gestured gracefully to the plush leather chairs across from her desk. “Please. Sit down.”

Cassandra smiled, a soft, indulgent expression, and sank into the chair. She crossed her legs elegantly, the silk of her dress whispering against the leather, but her eyes drifted to the window.

Jennifer sat back in her own chair, interlacing her fingers on the mahogany desk. She felt powerful, benevolent.

“Are you finished with your work?” Jennifer asked, playing the role of the busy executive making time for family. “I didn’t expect to see you here on a Saturday.”

Cassandra didn’t answer immediately. She was staring at the skyline, her fingers drumming a nervous, staccato rhythm on the armrest.

“Work?” Cassandra repeated, blinking as if shaking herself out of a trance. She turned her smile back to Jennifer, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, yes. Of course. I… I just wanted to come up and check on my favorite niece.”

The smile was there. The tone was light.

But Jennifer saw it.

It was a flicker.

A microscopic tightening at the corner of Cassandra’s mouth. A shadow of exhaustion… or fear… that darkened her usually bright eyes.

Jennifer’s own smile faltered. Her brow furrowed. She leaned forward, the playful atmosphere in the room evaporating instantly.

“Auntie?”

Jennifer dropped the executive persona.

“Did something happen?” she asked, her voice dropping to a serious, hushed tone.

“You… you look tense. You can tell me.”

Cassandra looked at her niece. She held the gaze for a long, heavy moment, as if debating whether Jennifer was strong enough to hear the truth.

Then, she let out a long, shuddering sigh. Her shoulders slumped, the perfect posture of the socialite cracking under an invisible weight.

“You really do catch on fast, don’t you?”

Cassandra murmured, shaking her head with a mixture of regret and admiration.

“I told Reginald you were too sharp to be fooled by a smile.”

Jennifer’s hands stilled on the desk, her posture shifting from relaxed to alert. The praise fed her ego, but the tension in the room fed her curiosity.

​”What is it, Auntie?” she asked, her voice low and steady. “Is it the business? The stock?”

Cassandra leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper. The playful aunt was gone; in her place was a war-council general speaking to her second-in-command.

​”It’s the Blackwoods,” She said, letting the name hang in the air like a storm cloud.

​Jennifer nodded slowly. “The succession war.”

​”Precisely,” Cassandra said. “You know how critical this moment is. The balance of power in the city is shifting. We need to back the winning horse to ensure our family gets the best resources, the best contracts, the protection we need.”

​She looked at Jennifer pointedly.

​”Do you know who is winning?”

​”Richard,” Jennifer replied without hesitation. “It’s not even close. The other factions are scrambling.”

​”Correct,” Cassandra said, a flicker of approval in her eyes. “We decided weeks ago to throw our full support behind Richard. It was the only logical move.”

She paused, tilting her head.

​”I was… hesitant at first,” Cassandra murmured, her voice laced with a gentle, maternal concern. “Only because I didn’t want to upset you. I know how close you are with Sophia.”

​She paused, looking at Jennifer with sympathy.

​”I was worried that asking you to support her uncle’s rival might make things… awkward for you and your friend. I didn’t want to put you in that position.”

​”She is not my friend,” Jennifer cut in, her voice sharp and cold. “She is my rival. I don’t care about her feelings, Auntie. I care about winning.”

​Cassandra’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

​”Good,” she purred. “That is the resolve of a true leader. Personal feelings are just obstacles.”

​She sighed again, the smile fading into a look of frustrated disappointment.

​”If only your mother shared your clarity.”

​Jennifer rolled her eyes, leaning back. “What did she do now? Did she try to preach ’neutrality’ again?”

​”Worse,” Cassandra whispered. “She hesitated.”

“She kept stalling. Kept asking for more time. More reports. More analysis.” Cassandra’s jaw tightened.

“She was so focused on being cautious that she didn’t see the window closing.”

Jennifer leaned back slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Richard has consolidated his position,” Cassandra said quietly. “He’s won. And he knows it. Which means he doesn’t need our support anymore.”

She let that sink in.

“Now it’s we who need him. We need his protection. His favor. Access to his network.” Cassandra’s voice dropped. “Without it, we’re vulnerable. Every other family in this city is lining up to kiss his ring, and we’re… nowhere.”

Jennifer’s hands tightened on the armrests. “So what do we do?”

“We went to him,” Cassandra said. “Your uncle and I. We went to Richard directly and asked… no, begged… for an alliance.”

She looked at Jennifer, her eyes carrying a weight that made the younger woman’s stomach turn.

“And he said yes. But he had a condition.”

The room went very quiet.

“What condition?” Jennifer asked slowly.

Cassandra stood and walked to the window, her back to Jennifer, her silhouette framed against the sprawling city below.

“He wants proof of our sincerity,” she said softly. “He doesn’t trust words anymore. Not after your mother’s months of delays and excuses. He thinks we’re trying to play both sides. Hedge our bets.”

She turned, her face hard.

“So he demanded a bond that can’t be broken. Something that ties our families together permanently, so we can’t change our minds later when the political winds shift.”

Jennifer’s pulse quickened. “What kind of bond?”

“A marriage alliance,” Cassandra said quietly.

The words landed like a stone through glass.

Jennifer stared at her aunt, her mind racing.

“With… who?”

“The Head of House Vanderbilt,” Cassandra said, her voice carefully neutral. “He wants to marry into the main line. To bind our families at the highest level.”

“Mother?” Jennifer’s voice came out smaller than she intended.

Cassandra nodded slowly. “We called an emergency board meeting. Presented Richard’s terms. Explained what was at stake.” Her expression twisted with frustration.

“Your mother was supposed to attend. We needed her there to finalize the agreement, to at least discuss the terms.”

She turned back to the window, her reflection ghosting in the glass.

“She never showed up.”

Jennifer blinked. “What?”

“She vanished,” Cassandra said flatly. “No explanation. No note. Just… gone.”

She let the silence stretch, heavy and damning.

“We waited for hours. The board members sat there, humiliated, while we tried to reach her.

Her phone went straight to voicemail. Her security detail had no idea where she was. It was as if she simply decided she had more important things to do than save her own family.”

Cassandra’s voice cracked slightly, just enough to sell the emotion.

“The board walked out. They wouldn’t proceed without the Head of the Family present. And now…” She pressed her palm against the glass.

“Now Richard thinks we’re playing games with him. That we’re not serious. That we’re wasting his time.”

Jennifer’s hands had gone cold. “Where is she?”

“We don’t know,” Cassandra said, turning back to face her. “Reginald has people looking. But every hour that passes makes us look weaker. Makes us look like a family that can’t even control its own leadership.”

She walked slowly back toward the desk, her heels clicking against the marble with deliberate, measured steps.

“Richard sent a message an hour ago.”

Jennifer’s throat was dry. “What did it say?”

Cassandra stopped in front of the desk, her hands resting on the leather surface, leaning forward so she was eye-level with Jennifer.

“He said if we can’t produce the current Head of House by tomorrow night…” She paused. “He’ll accept the Future Head instead.”

The air left the room.

Jennifer froze. The words hung between them, heavy and terrifying.

The Future Head.

She looked at Cassandra. She saw worry in her aunt’s eyes. Desperation. But she also saw something else… respect. Cassandra wasn’t looking at a child. She was looking at the only person left standing.

“Me?” Jennifer whispered.

“We told him no,” Cassandra said quickly, reaching across the desk to cover Jennifer’s hand with her own. “Reginald and I… we told him absolutely not. You’re too young. You have your studies. Your whole life ahead of you.”

She squeezed Jennifer’s hand, her grip tight, almost desperate.

I won’t let you do it, Jennifer. I won’t let you sacrifice your youth to fix your mother’s mess. We’re doing everything we can to find your mother and make her face her responsibility.”

Cassandra lowered her eyes, her voice breaking just enough to sell the sincerity.

“But if we can’t find her by tomorrow night…” She looked up, and her eyes were wet. “Richard controls the commercial licensing board. The shipping contracts. The development permits. If he turns against us, every Vanderbilt project gets delayed, audited, blocked. We’d be frozen out of every major deal in this region within weeks.”

A single tear traced down her cheek.

“Everything you’re sitting in right now, Jennifer… everything we’ve built… it could all be gone. And your mother…” Her voice hardened slightly. “Your mother will have abandoned us all to save herself.”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Jennifer stared at her aunt. At the tear on her cheek. At the desperation in her eyes.

She looked down at the nameplate on her desk.

Jennifer Vanderbilt – Director of Special Projects.

She looked at the skyline beyond the glass. At the tower. At the empire her family had built over generations.

And she realized, with a cold, crystallizing clarity, that she was the only one left who could save it.