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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Synopsis

Footballer Obsession

Sex on the first day of meeting is not couraged by this Author most especially if you're a Virgin.

Except

He happens to be a Mega celebrated Football icon you have long kept fantasizing about.

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chioma Joy Chukwu

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Michael Clearance is a dominant football player, and also a

Celebrity billionaire king of the Ndrangheta Calabrian, after meeting with Fiona Dallas, his cleaning maid, unknowingly falls in love at first sight with Fiona.

Upon sensing the naïvity of the 29years old virgin,

He craves to taste her out on the basis of a mere fling.

However, Michael Clearance's unhealthy attitude with the different girls, was luckily not on the same wavelength with just how skilled he plays during his clubs football matches.

The man was indeed a renowned Footballer, and his lifestyle specializes of field handling many eager beautiful and materialistic ladies.

But, after meeting with Fiona, her innermost beauty enforces Michael to stay greedily glued to catch-up his usual Celebrity Lifestyle Cruise with the naïve Maid.

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