My Pretty Husband

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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"Father." Roxanne's voice rang out in the living room as she watched the man who was supposed to be her father, support her stepmother in her evil decisions.

"Don't call me your father if you can't even do such a simple task as this." Roxanne's father, Mr. Derek Renwick spat out, taking a seat beside his wife, Evelyn Renwick.

"Father, you want me to get married to a disabled man? To a man rumored to be even more ugly than a dog?" She asked again as tears rolled down her face, staining her face and shirt in the process.

All these words coming from Derek were because his wife, Evelyn, suggested that Roxanne get married in place of Reina, her stepsister, to the son of the Sébastien family. The son is rumored to be handicapped and ugly.

Everyone knew that the Sébastien family was the richest family in the whole of Northpass City, Being the only old money family to own half of the riches of the Northpass region.

The Sébastien family also had three sons, but two were allegedly killed in a plane crash which happened some years back. Now they were left with just one son who never showed himself to the public, and he was even rumored to have become a handicap after the incident.

A few days back, The Renwick family had faced crashes In business and the only people capable of helping the family climb back to the ladder of success, happened to be the renowned old money Sébastien family.

Derek reached out to them for help, but the Sébastien family saw the Renwick's as nothing before them, and they found out about the Renwick's daughters. The Sébastien family then sent a proposal to the Renwicks, asking for their daughter's hand in marriage for their only surviving son, Ciel Sébastien , In exchange for a partnership in making the Renwick's family legacy blossom in Northpass.

Initially, everyone knew Reina as the only daughter of the Renwicks, given that Roxanne's wasn't even treated as a maid, not to talk of a family member.

Roxanne sniffed as she watched her father looking nonchalant without a care in the world.

"But father, why me?" She asked, knowing fully that the question was dumb, considering that her father would always give the same answer.

"What do you mean why?" It was Evelyn this time, "You're the oldest one amongst you two and you're the rightful person fit for this marriage. Besides, the Sébastien s are crazily rich, they'll take care of you and you don't have to suffer anymore" She said casually as she sipped the wine before her.

"But they didn't even ask for my hand in marriage!" Roxanne raised her voice this time, thinking they would at least see the sense she was trying to make. But Derek got mad and stood up to hit her across the face.

"Firstly, you don't raise your voice for us, and Secondly, you will get married whether they asked for your hand in marriage or not. Without this marriage, our family will crumble and your brother needs medical help as fast as possible or he might die, right? Also, our Sofia is too beautiful for him. You'll do just fine. You're fat and ugly."

Hearing the words coming out of her own father's mouth, Roxanne felt her body tremble.

He spoke as if Finn and herself weren't his owm.

"Father, he is your son. Why are you saying all these? Finn needs money for his surgery." Roxanne said again, trying to make him understand her words since he seemed not to have heard her the first time.

Derek gave her a disgusted look and snorted, "Finn is not my son, your mother was a cheating whore!" He spat out, making Roxanne freeze in her tracks as his words registered in her mind.

Her mother? A whore?

"Father! How could you?!" She yelled again in anger as her tears fell down her face. Derek said nothing more and just sat down with Evelyn who had a smirk on her face.

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