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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Cassie didn't see the slap coming. She felt the force push her backwards and her face twisted in agony as she struggled to keep her balance.

"You do not reply to me with questions bitch!". The man who had just delivered the hot slap didn't even look like he had just hurt her. He had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Enough! Bring her to me!" a loud voice commanded from the other side of the room.

Cassie felt strong hands grab her by her shoulders as she screamed in fear.

"I am sorry! Please let me go!" She begged, tears streaming down her face as she tried but failed to resist being dragged to the huge terrifying man in front of her.

"I will pay you. I promise....I will pay every penny back!" Her voice echoed through the near empty room.

The huge man flung her to the hard floor and she fell to her knees clutching her bag and shivering.

Frank Jobs; her biggest nightmare and the reason her father lay dead, pulled roughly on her hair and raised her to face him.

"I don't like excuses very much honey bear" he drawled, a wicked smile spreading all over his face.

Cassie stood before him trembling. She could hear her heart beating furiously in her chest and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking or the tears from flowing. The man before her was the source of her greatest pain.

Even though the police told her that her father suffered a heart attack and died in detention, she knew Frank Jobs was behind his death. Her father's gambling issues had finally brought her family to ruin. A man like Frank Jobs wasn't the type to forgive a debt.

He had continuously terrorized her family ever since her father failed to meet up with their agreement.

His eyes scanned her face and brightened with satisfaction as she shook before him and choked on her tears.

"Your father owes me a lot of money." His hands moved quickly from her hair to her neck and held her in a tight grip. "Do you know how much?"

Cassie shook her head vigorously, blinking rapidly and trying to stop his hands from strangling her. He laughed loudly and turned to his men standing across the room.

"She doesn't know! Awwww ... .honey" his voice dripping with mockery. But then, he suddenly stopped laughing and let her go with such force that she staggered back completely stunned to silence.

"You have 1 year to pay me my money. 200 thousand dollars, no more, no less or else...!"

He paused as if he had suddenly remembered something important. He reached for his phone in his suit, scrolled for a little while and turned the phone to her.

Cassie gasped in shock " No! No! Please! Please!"....

Her sister Maya's picture flashed clearly before her. Her only sister. The only family she had left.

"No!! I beg you!" She screamed reaching for the phone as if to save her sister but Frank visibly enjoying her pain snatched it away quickly, laughing loudly.

Something in her snapped at that very moment.

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