My Hired Lover is a CEO

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

I was surprised when the sun shone on me, it was morning.

I was about to stand up when I fell down. My body hurts especially my head. There I groped it and felt a liquid seeping into it. It's blood.

I didn't care about that anymore and immediately looked for mom and Abi. I searched every corner of our house even if it was small. I didn't see one.

I sat up in my seat suddenly realizing that there was no one in the house, only their belongings were left behind. I cried a lot, blaming myself for what happened that I should have been the protector of mom and Abi and it's not like I'm here and can't do anything but cry, always begging and not being able to do anything to help them, mom, to get out of the hands of my dad

Because of what I did last night, it even led to this scene where dad will keep Abi and mom away from me. There I only blame myself. Punching myself in the chest like it's all my fault. "Arghhhh!" a shout from my hoarse voice echoed in our house.

I immediately stood up to regain my strength, I was tired from everything but I needed to be strong.

I went out of the house with all my might. I took a bandage and put it on my head to stop the bleeding. I took wood that served as strength for my body. I used this cane and my foot started to move.

I will not give up.

I will find them.

I need to find them,

mom...

Abi...

I have to get them and get them away from dad.

"Mommy!"

"I think!"

"Yet!"

I screamed their names but no one answered.

I'm already in the middle of the road being stared at by whoever it is in whatever place it is.

People on the mountain, in the yard, in every house I asked and searched for the presence of my mother and brother but I found nothing.

I can't even do anything.

I can't help at all.

Days passed when I did just that.

Search here, search there, always like that but I still can't find what I'm looking for.

I had no food, no sleep, and no rest, I just kept searching, I didn't want to give up on my family, I would get them from dad.

I promised mom that I will find a way to get them away from dad and I will do that, I will find them no matter what.

I know my brother is with mom, I know they are in danger and they need me, I need to find them.

Because maybe this time they'll be the ones participating in papa's cruelty and that's what I don't want to happen.

It's getting late but I still don't stop walking, shouting their names and asking every person I pass if they know someone like this, like that.

I felt hungry and tired from searching but I didn't buy it. My feet are hurting and I feel my body gradually getting tired. The bruises on my face are still not going away and are still swollen but I don't care anymore because I have applied medicinal herbs.

I felt a slight pain and cold in my head, a sign that it was bleeding again but I ignored it and continued searching.

"Have you ever seen a child who is white? He is this tall? His clothes are white and he is wearing violet underwear. He has bangs, he is a beautiful child who is about seven years old."

"There is a woman with him who is beautiful, thin and white. She is wearing a beige dress and black jersey pants."

"Then there was a man with a tall, dark complexion. He was wearing jeans and then a red dress with sleeves."

That's what I always ask people I pass.

I want to give up because I've been looking for her for almost three days.

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