Love is Colder than Death

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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In the middle of the night, the silence was pierced by a woman's pleasured moans. As she smelled the scent of the man on top of her, Cassidy Wright fell into a trance.

"What's on your mind?"

Franklyn Pierce seemed to notice Cassidy's absentmindedness. He stopped kissing her neck for a second and raised his head to look at her. His eyes were so gentle, as though he wasn't the same powerful person who ran the Apex Group.

Franklyn was undeniably good-looking. Not only did he have the perfect face, but he also had the perfect body. Cassidy felt bad for being distracted at a time like this, so she reached for his face and stroked his sexy lips gently.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how to get the order from Vanguard Enterprises."

Franklyn knew she was lying, and his expression darkened.

The next moment, his fingers wandered to a forbidden place, and Cassidy couldn't help but groan. Franklyn's thin lips finally curved up happily. "That's the punishment for your being distracted."

Franklyn knew exactly what Cassidy wanted in bed.

After a passionate round of mind-blowing sex, Cassidy only rested for a few minutes before she got up to run a bath for him.

But before she could leave the bed, Franklyn held her hand and suddenly asked, "Are you worried about money or something? Why were you thinking about work while we were having sex just now?"

As he spoke, Franklyn's eyes were fixed on Cassidy's beautiful body. Even though they had just gone at each other like rabbits, Cassidy could still feel that the fiery lust in his eyes hadn't been completely extinguished yet.

She shook her head in response to his question. Since Franklyn was always so generous, she wasn't worried about money.

On the surface, Cassidy and Franklyn each took what they needed from each other. He was greedy for her body while she loved his money.

But only Cassidy knew that deep down, it wasn't just about the money anymore. She had fallen head over heels in love with him over the years.

However, she couldn't let Franklyn know about this, lest she be kicked out.

"No." Cassidy shook her head and changed the subject. Her eyes were clear and sincere. "Are you leaving soon? If not, I'll make you a night snack."

As soon as she said this, Franklyn's phone on the bedside table started to ring. Seeing this, Cassidy immediately shut her mouth and proceeded to put on her silk pajamas.

Then she overheard Franklyn saying into the phone in a doting voice, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After putting the phone down, Franklyn turned over and got up. He was completely naked, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. He was perfectly chiseled, like a classical Greek sculpture.

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