Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

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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Frieze dressed in her beautiful peach gown waited to leave the church with her husband on the limo decorated with red roses as Frieze loved red roses. She hugged her parents and sisters with tears in her eyes. Idri stood right next to her looking at her with an adorable smile on his face. He was finally able to marry her after running after her for two long years. Frieze was finally his and Frieze could not be happier than ever as she married her crush finally.

Little she realised she was already in love with him during the two years when Idri was chasing her to accept him. She was happy to marry the man she loved. A love Marriage is what she wanted and she finally met the man of her dreams standing right by her side. Idri greeted the elders good bye along with his parents. Idri was based in Kiy city and had to come over to marry Frieze. For all these two years, he was traveling from B city to Kiy city to meet Frieze. Now that they are married, she is all ready to settle with him in a new city completely. Her parents were happy yet emotional to see the newly wedded couple depart for the airport to catch the private plane.

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