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Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Author: Ming Yue
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 996    |    Released on: Today at 15:47

a vice, crushing Darcie's ribs until

Plaza, her hand hovering over the gilded handle. Her palms were slick. Not wi

ing behind her. Her voice sounded thin, like stretched

and retreated down

from ten. It was a habit from home, from the days when the

r wasn'

a slice of golden light spill onto the

y a giggle that scraped against

l

ing complex equations, stalled. The variable didn't fit. Her stepsister

d the door.

rs. The reflection hit her wit

en't Darcie's. Floy was underneath him, her head thrown back, the diamond necklace-Darcie's bridal neckla

didn't

But instead, a terrifying, arctic calm flooded her veins. It started

hick Persian rug swallowe

ed. "Faster. Before th

e the wedding is over and the trust fund unlocks, I'm dumping that tra

y teased. "You need

t by noon,"

ed to the c

paper that she had signed an hour ago. It was the only thing b

a silver Zi

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ic

ing open was as loud as a

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at him like she looked at a rounding err

ait! Let m

. He tried to pull the sheet with him, but F

truck th

dancing in the draft from the a

t Darcie was looking at. "Don't! T

lame to the corne

instantly. The fire curled the edges,

!" Hugh

ng pages high. The heat licked at her f

look

her was the s

urning contract acting as a torch.

. Two

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ame th

system explo

ad been sitting in the pipes for years. It erupted in a high-pr

landing hard on his hip. Floy was shrieking, her hair plast

d remains of the contract

d the fifty-thousand-dollar dress.

ned to

n tuxedos, hotel staff, and-crucially-the paparazzi wh

ed the door

ce trembling with a performanc

flashed. P

They saw the naked heir to the Maxwell fortune, covered in b

s were a machine

ward, hungry for the sca

off her s

elevators. She turned towa

the concrete stairwell, the cold air hitting her wet skin. She w

viv

stairs, leaving the ashes of

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“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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