Mending You And I Halal Lovestory

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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Chapter 1

Meet Kyle and Audrey

KYLE'S POV

(A poor guy)

I sang whole-heartedly..

Because It is what i love the most,

what i almost cannot do without,

the only thing that gives me Joy

since there's nothing and no one else ..

that can give me this happiness except;

MUSIC.

🎶The moment I met you for the very first time

🎶I remember that I'm out of breath

🎵Maybe you've heard it and still remember the day I was upset

🎶I really like it when I hear your voice

🎵But I like it better when we walk together

🎶Yeah, there was a time, there was a day when I loved you with all my heart.

🎵You are my first love everytime

🎶I'll wait for you untill the spring snow comes

🎵I thought I was drunk that night 'cos my heart was really strange and the wind blew.

🎵That night I was so sad and stumbled.

🎶You are my first love everytime

🎶Sometimes I feel like love is lonely and my life is always hard.

🎶I knew it from the day we spent together, that; 🎵 there was a day I loved you with all my heart...

"Careless woman! " I heard my Dad yelled at my Mom.

Oh! Not again.

Despite the fact that I was so engrossed with my music even with a earpiece in my both ears, they still succeeded in interrupting me and making me miss a line then I skipped more lines.

I sang as if I were in love with someone but I wasn't and I haven't even been but yet the title of song I was singing, which I composed - (my first song ) is 'First love'

"Bring it on! I'm prepared for you! " My Mom yelled back at him.

Arrrgh! I stood up, walked to my door and slammed it. It's gonna reduce their noise at least.

I can't do anything to stop them, I mean I've tried severally but it eventually turned out abortive.

So I would rather just leave them and mind my business.

Well they are part of my business too.

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(Poor girl)

AUDREY's POV

"Surprise!!" My Mom exclaimed as she untied the piece of cloth which she used to cover my face - my eyes precisely.

"Where are we mommy? " I asked, surprised..

Staring at the beautiful environment...The sitting room.

"Mo..mom" I muttered.