The Legal Mistress

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.

Modern Scheming Contract marriage Billionaires

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In Washburn Orphanage, a little girl of about eight to nine years was seen surrounded by other children her age, with a pitiful look on her beautiful face, she seemed to be crying,

"I didn't steal it, it's mine, you stole it from me." She pointed at the girl in front of her, almost the same age like her but the latter was chubby with the crying girl was so skinny but beautiful, "It's a lie, our Jasmine isn't a thief and she won't steal your jade." A young girl from the crowd yelled,

"I'm not lying, the pendant is mine, my mama had given it to me before she...."

"You're a liar and a thief, our princess Jasmine is no thief like you." Another child yelled,

The girl who was accused didn't utter any word, she just stood by and watch the other kids defend her against the crying one, with a wicked look on her face, she seemed satisfied watching the skinny child cry.

" Thief!"

"Thief!"

"Thief" The kids sang mockingly at the skinny child, she tried defending herself but none was paying attention to her,

"Gianna!" An older voice called, the other children kept quiet at the appearance of the young lady who was one of their teachers.

"I didn't steal it, its mine." Gianna stammered but no one was ready to give her a listening ear,

"Gianna and Jasmine, come with me." She ordered, the two girls followed her while the rest kids kept murmuring as some went in suite, then others went back to play.

When they got to the director's office, the two girl were asked to wait for the director of the orphanage to come out,

"Jasmine, are you sure it’s your?" Miss Lena asked again to be sure, the girl nodded while Gianna couldn't say anything, No one ever listens to her.

The director finally came out, an older man in his early forties, he was kinda average height and has a potbelly, with salt and pepper hair and strands of it falling over his rough face,

"What's the matter here?" He asked Miss Lena immediately he sat down,

"Jasmine reported to me this morning that Gianna here was fighting with her for this piece of pendant, she claims it to be hers but Jas here said it belongs to her." The young woman explained to the man, he took out his glasses, cleaned it and wore it again adjusting it to the bridge of his nose.

"Jas,can you explain to me what happened?" He asked her lovingly casting an angry look at Gianna,

"I saw my jade on Gianna bed and I took it, she came this morning and stated accusing me of stealing her jade." The girl said,

"It's a l..." One look from the director, the crying girl couldn't finish her word, tears were just streaming down her eyes,

The director turned to Gianna with an angry face, not giving her the chance to explain,

"You little thief, how can you steal from your fellow kid." He scolded her, her tears knew no bound.

How can she be accused and not given the chance to explain herself?

This is so unfair.

"It's mine, she stole it...." Infuriated at her lies, the director gave her a sounding slap, the other child smiled while she wailed,

"Take her to the lock up room, no food for her today and tomorrow." He ordered, Miss Lena forcefully dragged her from the office,

"I didn't do it, I didn't steal the pendant, it’s mine." Her cross fell on deaf ear, No one can save her now.

A WEEK LATER

"Kids, remember to behave yourselves when he comes, one of you would be lucky to get adopted by the De Marco's today." The director told the kids as they sat on their seat,

"Remember what I told you last night, anyone that doesn't stay good would stay in the lock up room for the night, who wants that?" He asked the kids,

"Not me!"

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