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Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
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.Xi'an Liu slumped in his gaming chair, his eyes fixed on the screen as his character, "Liu_Xi'an_88," fell to the ground for the umpteenth time. The words "Game Over" taunted him in bold, red letters. His frustration was palpable, the tension in his shoulders and clenched fists a testament to his growing anger.
"Why can't I beat this guy?" Xi'an muttered to himself, his mind racing with strategies and tactics. He had tried everything - different weapons, different skills, different tactics - but nothing seemed to work. Eternal Arena, the game he had been playing nonstop for weeks, was driving him crazy.
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was his mom. "Hey, sweetie, your dad and I are coming over to visit. We'll bring dinner."
Xi'an groaned, not wanting to be interrupted from his gaming session. "Mom, can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."
"What's more important than spending time with your family?" his mom asked, her voice firm but gentle.
Xi'an sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid her. "Fine, mom. Come on over."
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an tried to focus on the game again. But his mind kept wandering, thinking about how much he didn't want to have this conversation with his parents. They just didn't understand his passion for gaming.
And to make matters worse, the new game he had ordered, "Demon Apocalypse," was still on its way. He had been waiting for weeks, and he was starting to get anxious. He had heard great things about the game, and he was expecting it to be a major improvement over the first one.
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an couldn't help but think about the new game. He had high expectations for it, and he was hoping it would be the key to finally beating his nemesis, the pesky mage.
But for now, he was stuck in this frustrating cycle of defeat and disappointment. And to make matters worse, his parents were about to arrive, and he knew they would only add to his frustration.
Xi'an's parents walked in, carrying a big bowl of his favorite pasta and a concerned expression. "Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?" his mom asked, giving him a hug.
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