Assassins Baby

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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CHAPTER 1 – PRINCESS LOTUS

QUENSHI PALACE, HAN RIVER

"All hail his majesty!" The palace guards said in unison and everyone bowed as king Watergire swam majestically into the palace in his usual stern appearance.

The water calmed and the wind stopped, the fishes stopped moving around and the seashells halted their movements.

Immediately he swam in, bright shiny red lights came on and the palace became even more beautiful.

He's holding his golden amulet and his golden crown is sitting regally in his head.

Everyone remained bowing till he took his seat beside his queen...Aqua...

The king's officials are all present and the sons of the great people of the kingdom; one of them includes Sage...son of the closest man to the king.

The princesses entered and all the males present turned their attention to them, it's a hard task to not look at them anytime they're sighted, they're enchanting.

Sage was disappointed when he didn't see princess Lotus, only Cleo and Mul came.

"Where's Lotus?" Queen Aqua asked when the two settled beside her.

"She's not in the palace presently," Mul replied.

"How could she not be in the palace when the king specially called everyone" Otis said

Otis is Sage's father.

"Probably out in the city, doing her worthless magic again" Cleo said hatefully.

"Stop hating her for nothing Cleo" Mul defended.

"I'm just speaking my mind!" Cleo snapped.

"Enough!" Watergire cautioned and they both bowed as a short turbulence happened in the water, the young fishes ran into hiding.

"We can still go on without her, tell me the news about the preparations" he continued.

Otis stood.

"It's all set like you ordered your majesty, the festival is ready to kick off" he said.

"When?"

"Tomorrow" Otis replied

👥I can't wait!

👥 Gosh tomorrow should come fast!

👥 Who is singing!

👥 I guess princess Mul

👥 No she sang last year already

👥 It should be princess Cleo this year.

👥 I want it to be princess Lotus.

Cleo held her breath and Sage smiled, knowing the chosen one already.

"It's up to you to choose the princess that'll sing so I'll finalize the preparations your majesty" Otis bowed.

"Lotus is singing" Watergire said and Cleo sprained up, her tail shaking in anger.

"Lotus sang for the last three years, she sang two years ago too! Mul sang last year, I wanna sing this year too! Aren't I a princess too?Stop treating me like an outcast!" She cried out and Watergire folded his fist angrily.

Cleo's voice immediately seized and when she spoke, she couldn't.

"Cleo!" Queen Aqua rushed to get her.

"Her voice won't be back till two hours; no one defies me even as my princess! I'm still Watergire! The king of QUENSHI! My words are final!Lotus is singing!" He said and a great turbulence happened as he swam out of the palace angrily.

Everyone had to hide behind the waves and it took close to five minutes before the water calmed.

"You shouldn't have shouted at his majesty that way, now your voice is gone" queen Aqua rebuked.

Cleo left the palace angrily too without showing any sign of soberness.

"She'll always remain the same," Mul said.

Sage left the palace too and sneaked to the princess’s chamber and he peeked at Cleo's room through the window and saw her busy breaking the treasures in her room in anger.

"Pathetic" he said and she stopped, looking back at him.

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