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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.Chapter 1
The cobblestone was cold, and my clothes had been torn to shreds by four men. I clung desperately to the remaining fabric, curling up to prevent them from ripping away my last shred of dignity.
A crowd had gathered around me, watching my humiliation with eager eyes and discussing it with relish.
"I heard she used to be the top performer at Moonview, insisting she would only perform, not sell her body."
"Look at that figure, much more alluring than any courtesan."
"This Laura is truly a beauty. If she hadn't offended Krista, with her prideful nature, we wouldn't have the pleasure of this spectacle today."
"Poor Laura. She worked as a performing artist to support Andrew's studies, but once he became the top scholar of the nation, he turned his back on her and climbed up to the princess..."
"Are you crazy? How dare you say that!" someone nearby whispered urgently.
"Her skin is so fair. If I could just touch it, it would be heavenly."
"And that slender waist, I heard dancers are very flexible, they can do any position."
The lewd comments pierced me like daggers. The crowd's heads bobbed in front of me, some laughing obscenely, others pointing at me, watching my torment as if it were a show.
Yes, death. I wished for death more than anything.
Death would be a release.
Death would turn me into a vengeful spirit, seeking retribution from Andrew and that woman.
I forced my head up, glaring at Krista and Andrew sitting on the high platform.
Krista's lips curled into a smile as she teasingly touched Andrew's face. Andrew, with his eyes closed, trembled uncontrollably.
"Andrew, if she becomes a woman everyone can mistreat, you won't think of her anymore, will you?"
"She's been seen by thousands now. Who would want her in the future?"
Andrew's hands were bloodied from clenching them so tightly. He crawled on his knees to Krista, pressing his forehead to her feet. "My heart belongs only to Princess Krista. I have never loved that woman, not even a little. Please believe me, Your Highness!"
His voice was loud, as if he wanted everyone to hear his declaration.
He said he never loved me, not even a little.
So it was all a lie.
I entered the brothel and became a performing artist to support his studies.
I refused to become a courtesan, remaining chaste for him.
I rehearsed tirelessly every day, never slacking off.
I believed his tender promises: if he became the top scholar, he would marry me.
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My Formidable Beggar Husband
Here’s the translation of your text into English: --- Andrew became the top scholar of the nation, and immediately turned his back on me, becoming Krista's subordinate. Krista, jealous of Andrew's lingering feelings for me, forced me to become a prostitute in front of everyone. The countless stare/0/83473/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a14b6186d008b59b919ce115327a71f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Lovesick Fool to Legend
The Texas sun beat down on the sprawling ranch, but nothing could dim the radiant joy of my wedding day. Hundreds of guests watched, fanning themselves, as I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on Savannah, my vision in white lace. This was it, the culmination of my dreams, the moment our lives would b/0/32307/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c3fe8b192b6c44be058dee6c5938abc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Stand With That Beggar
"Let go of me!" "You're asking me to let go of you? Weren't you the one who took the initiative that night?" Amos Granger's words struck her like a bolt of lightning. "What? I don't know what you're talking about." "Woman..." Amos gently pinched Eudora's chin. "There isn't a woman in this world who/1/100405/coverorgin.jpg?v=acda0fc1e5d160a52e5156a78186f49d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Given to a Beggar: A Marriage's Darkest Secret
After eight years of marriage, Claudia sacrificed her own treatment and gave up her dance career to save Dylan, leaving her with a permanent leg injury-and ultimately becoming a gilded bird confined beneath his wings. She felt trapped like a cherished, yet confined trophy, enduring the cold intim/1/105650/coverorgin.jpg?v=f335127dc3ef40a00a6b5af645cef54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Beggar To Billionaire, From Princess To Prisoner
At their first meeting, Vanessa dazzled as the heiress of an elite family, while Shawn survived as a broke, hardworking student. He fell for her-then she shattered his illusion with a sneer. "Do you think you're even in my league?" Years later, Shawn returned as a rising attorney and heir to a/1/119121/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d2cce1730aaa1d48700b60a3be6a56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
