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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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“You're ridiculous”

Elsida mutters, pure disdain seeping from her words.

Who did Julien think he was, showing up at the escort agency and demanding her services?

He must be out of his mind for thinking she would ever accept an offer from him she thought.

Julien let out a dry chuckle.

“El why would I go out of my way to personally present my offer to you if I didn't mean business?” He said with a humorous glint dancing in his eyes and a smirk spreading across his lips.

“The next time you use that nickname on me I will make sure you never utter a word again”

Just the thought of Elsida threatening Julien

aroused a deep amused laugh from him.

“I love how creative you are with your threats but you and I both know you’d rather die than lay your hands on me”

“Go away Julien, find someone else to taunt, I'm tired of entertaining you,” Elsida muttered, she had a very wealthy client to accompany to a ball in two hours and she wasn’t even done getting ready. She didn’t have the time for conversation, especially with Julien of all people. The awareness of him being in the same vicinity as her repulsed her.

“You say I’m taunting now, wait till you see the latest news headlines about your father, some say the former business tycoon needs a new heart or is it a brain tumor he has?”

Julien says this most casually, his malicious smirk still plastered on his face.

His words fill Elsida with so much rage that she

slaps him, her hands start to shake and she’s not sure if it’s from his words or the slap, it could be both she thinks as she glares daggers at Julien.

For what feels like a minute, Julien doesn’t utter a word, his hand coming to his right cheek to rub it from the impact.

In a fleeting second, the smirk is wiped off Julien’s face, replaced with a somber look as

his blue eyes take in Elsida.

“There’s no need to get riled up El, think of what this offer could do for your family, once it's elapsed you won't have to work as an escort to pay your father’s medical expenses, Heck you may not have to ever work again with all the money you can have at your disposal.”

Elsida straightened her back, summoning her most scalding stare. She didn't care if she looked like a dwarf next to him, she would not let him intimidate her.

“Goodbye Julien I want nothing more than for you to rot in hell,” she said and briskly walked towards the dressing room, not sparing a second glance to see if he was still standing there.

He could stand there for as long as he wanted she thought as she closed the door to the dressing room.

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Elsida looked at herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting her red lipstick and her brunette hair she put up in a bun.

This should do, she thought to herself.

Just as she buckled the last strap of her stiletto sandals, she heard her phone buzz next to her.

As she looked over, she saw a text from Mr Grimaldi signaling his arrival.

She quickly adjusted the slit of her maxi dress and picked up her clutch, sauntering out of the dressing room.

“Elsida, you look stunning,” Mr. Grimaldi said as his eyes raked from head to as far as they could go in the limousine they were sitting in”

He took her slender hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of her palm.

“Oh, Mr. Grimaldi, you're so full of compliments,”

Elsida said, batting her eyelashes and plastering what she hoped was an endearing smile on her face.

He let out a throaty laugh, “Nonsense, I'm only stating facts”