SAMHAIN

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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“1201，1202，1203……”

At night, the lights in the corridor of the hotel finally dimmed down. A woman in heels was swaying left and right as she stumbled across the corridor. She pointed at every sign as she narrowed her eyes.

She staggered to the door of room 1203 and placed her room card on the handle. Soon enough, the door swung open. After entering the room, she threw herself onto the bed. "Lucas, I miss you so much!" she slurred out.

Who?

Chason Jiang was lying on the bed with a severe headache. He glanced at the uninvited guest who suddenly pounced onto him.

His mouth was dry and his throat was scratchy. He glared at her irritably and wanted to push her away. However, he had no strength to do so seeing as he had just woken up.

The woman struggled, groaning. "Have you turned on the air conditioner? It's so hot!"

Chason Jiang squinted his eyes and turned over to press her down.

'Now that you're here, I'll just do what you wish.'

He spent the whole night pounding into her.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

When Claire Lin heard her alarm clock, she couldn't open her eyes. It was probably because of the long night she had.

She felt a sharp pain course through her body. She couldn't help but turn over.

However, when her arm brushed against something hard, she immediately retracted. What the hell did she put on her bed?

Oh right. It could only be her boyfriend - Lucas Xu.

Claire Lin remembered that she tried looking for her boyfriend who had just returned, but when she found the room to be strangely dark, she couldn't see a thing. She reached out to turn on the lights, but she couldn't find it. After looking around, the room was finally lit up.

When she turned around, her eyes widened. Immediately, she shrieked.

The man lying next to her was not her boyfriend Lucas Xu. Instead, it was a strange man.

Chason Jiang was awakened by the sudden scream. He squinted his eyes. "Shut up!"

"You-- who are you? Why are you in my room?" Claire Lin screamed out as she pulled the comforter to cover herself.

Chason Jiang finally came to his senses. His eyes widened as he stared at the woman right beside him.

What happened last night? He frowned.

Was it because he hadn't touched a woman for a long time that he actually let her stay with him the whole night?

Claire Lin's mind was a complete mess. She couldn't remember what happened at all. However, when she saw the blood stains on the sheet, she paled.

She had sex with the man beside her. It was her first time! Her first time was what she cherished the most, but now it had gone.

Chason Jiang tried to recall what happened last night. He remembered suffering from a headache when he woke up, probably because of the amount of alcohol that he had drunk.

He had been talking with the H Group last night. However, when he came into his room, he felt as if something was wrong with his body. He thought that it was because of the alcohol.

Later in the evening, a woman climbed into his bed.

In the end, he wasn't able to control himself because he was drugged.

He raised his head and saw the blood staining the sheet. He was set up.

His gaze darkened. Someone actually dared to trick him!

"What's your purpose?" Chason Jiang said coldly.

Claire Lin furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What did you say? I don't understand."

Sure enough, the woman was far more manipulative than he had thought. In J City, there were countless women who wanted to sleep with him. It wasn't the first time that he'd been jumped by a woman.

Yet, it wasn't easy for them to get on his bed.

With a sneer, he quickly climbed out of bed and put on his clothes.

Claire Lin stared. She had to admit that the man had a very good figure, even better than the supermodels that she'd seen on the magazines. However, it was just too shameful to see him dress in front of her. She quickly averted her gaze.

Chason snorted at the sight.

She was really good at acting.

"Stop pretending. You weren't like that in bed last night," he snapped. He quickly wore his suit and tightened his tie under his collar.

Claire Lin trembled. "Shut up! Last night, what happened?"

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