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.

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"You killed daddy for him" Amelia accused Ashley making both Ashley and Arnold shock. Arnold moved closer towards Amelia, kneeled in front of her

"baby who said like that?" he asked to expect an answer from her but in return he got a glare from Amelia and she took a gun which was beside her

"You both killed my daddy, now I will kill you" she spoke which made Ashley rooted to her place. She moved closer to Amelia

"Baby who told you all this?" Ashley asked which made Amelia look at her

"Daddy told me" she spoke, Arnold held Ashley hand gesturing her to stop her words

"Baby what else did daddy told you?" he asked even though it hurt him that his daughter is saying someone else daddy, but he knew that he must bring her back to her original so that she can understand that he is her father.

"He also told me that you both will try to prove dad as culprit and that I shouldn't believe you people" she spoke where her words made both shocked.

"He left us, but he did a big damage to our lives Arnold now how can we convince her?" Ashley asked Arnold with a worried voice which made Arnold look at her with the same look

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