The Special One

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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ALDREN

My sister was alone in her room, slowly I climbed upstairs while carrying the cake that I made myself. It's a chocolate cake, I practiced so hard to bake this perfectly until I can make a delicious perfect cake for her birthday. Standing and staring at her bedroom door, I cleared my throat and immediately knocked. As I opened the door, a cold wind breeze greeted me and saw my sister sitting and facing the windows of her balcony room, looking at her looks like she enjoyed the breeze of fresh air.

"Good morning, Manda" Manda is the nickname that I gave to her, she likes it anyways. She immediately reacted from the way I called her, her head moved a little to the side, allowing me to see her side profile.

"Aldren, is that you?" she used her hand to hold the armrest and side drawers to help her stood up, I let out a giggle a little as I looked at her slowly walking towards me, following my voice.

"Happy birthday!" I greeted at her with a wide smile, saw her lips forms into a curl and smiled a little.

"Here, It's a cake" I gave her the cake while I approached her a little, helping her to carry it into her small and soft hands until she got good grip on it and I let go "I hope you like it"

"there's no doubt" she smiled, and I looked at her confused on what she says

"Hmm? Why is there something wrong?" I looked at the cake but there was nothing wrong

"Are you the one who baked it, Aldren?" she took a little icing and she tasted it and she smiled

"Ah, well. Is it delicious?" I smiled but also, I'm a bit nervous on what would be her response, knowing that I tasted a little earlier and it was very sweet. I hope she has a sweet tooth

"It's delicious, however. It tasted like burnt a little, but it's okay. Thank you" she smiled widely making me feel happy, this kid doesn't know how to lie, really.

"But, don't worry" she said smiling "I know it's made with love" She puts down the cake at the side drawer. I just smile at what she says and let go a little laugh until she tries to find something

"What are you looking for, Manda?”

"Your hand?" my hand? I gave her my hand and she held my finger; I flinch a little bit "Did you burn your fingers, again?"

"I know it's my birthday, and you want to give me a cake that I would like but, burning your fingertips many times? You can buy a cake next time." she smiled and let out a little laugh "Just make sure next time you won't burn your fingertips anymore, or else mom will cut them”

"Amanda." I looked at her and I felt sorry for my sister who was blind, I didn't want to cry in case, I cried, all I did was hug her tightly

"Why? what happened?" I didn't answer, I just hugged her tightly like she was still my small sister "Are you crying?" I immediately wiped my tears

"I didn't cry, there's a dust or something in my eyes" I immediately wiped my tears and excused myself, I looked at her and held her shoulders and greeted her a happy birthday once again, she smiled but right now she gave me a wild smile with her eyes sparkling. "Want to come with me in the garden?”

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AMANDA

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