The Alpha and Her Destiny

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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The birds were singing, the wind whoring.

A man with the name Dolo is sleeping, his wife Donna is pregnant.

Dolo POV

The singing of the birds and whoring of the wind woke me up. I sat up on my bed then looked at the small clock that stood on the wall, it was just six a.m.

"Why do I have to be awake by this time?" I ask myself turning back to the bed to sleep.

I didn't get enough rest last week due to my work load but it would be different now because I have no work to do.

I laid my head on the mattress to sleep but I couldn't get any sleep so I looked out of the window. Then I remembered my wife Dinna who is pregnant of our second child after we lost our first child.

I got off the bed. I put on a thick cloth and a black jean, wore my canvas and left the house.

I entered my bike and zoomed off to Dinna's parent house.

Dinna POV

He arrived past seven, the baby was kicking hard.

"I can't lose this child, Dolo." I said to my husband, "Please be fast." I said as he carried me into the house of the Native doctor close to my parents house.

He didn't have the money he would be asked to pay by modern doctor so he chose to use our native doctor.

The native doctor gave me a leaf to chew. I collected the leaf from the native doctor and began to chew.

Some minutes later,

"We would begin the process now." The native doctor said making me lay my back on the mattress he had placed on the floor.

"Dolo, hold her hands." The native doctor said and Dolo came over to hold both of my hand. Then the native doctor started the process.

"Push!!" The doctor called out.

"Uhmm!." I screamed as I pushed.

Five minutes later the baby was out.

I smiled as the native doctor handed the baby over to his helper to clean up.

Dolo POV

I kept rubbing her hand to keep her warm after she gave birth. She finally let go of my hand.

" My love, do you want anything?" I asked her seeing the changes on her face.

"Water, I want water." She said in a faint voice.

Her parents were outside, they were both aged while my parents were no more.

Her mother brought with her a bottle water which she opened. She gave the bottle water to Dinna who drank a little then laid her head on my chest.

The doctor and his helper came out with the baby girl and I took her.

I looked at Dinna then at her parents.

I looked into the cute little eyes staring at me and smiled, I them handed her to Dinna.

Days later,

Dolo and Dinna along with Dinna's parent were in the baby's ceremony where the priest would tell what the baby destiny is and they would choose a suitable name for the baby.

Dinna POV

The ceremony started as the priest placed some milk into my baby's mouth.

My baby moved her mouth and the priest placed her legs on the mat so that she could stand.

My baby looked at me almost in tears.

"Dolo" The priest called my husband.

"Pa" My husband said.

"Dinna" The priest also called me.

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