Bolanle

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 Biologic Clinical Laboratory of

Bio-engineering Preparation Major of Pharmacy Department of Onimore Medical University, Shine Empire.

Using his horn-rimmed glasses, the old professor peered over his students doing experiments. Today, the students must improve their formulas.

He walked through each student's work area to check their progress. Suddenly, something caught his attention. He looked very displeased. "Angela! Look at your laboratory rat!"

Angela looked at the dying rat and felt embarrassed with herself. "My new formula was correct. I wonder what went wrong?"

The old professor grabbed her formula and glowered at her, "Angela! You did it on purpose, right?" He suspected that it was her plan all along.

Angela gave a puzzled look, "What went wrong, Mr. Angela?" She tried to understand what the professor had said to her. She looked closely and saw the dose, where his thumb circled around.

That meant she put an extra dose of 10 mg. The rat was clearly overdosed.

"You put an extra dose of 10 mg of chemical A, Angela!" It would be a miracle if the rat was still alive. "Whoever employs you as a medicine developer will surely have his medicine factory closed!" The professor blurted out. Someone laughed. There was no need for Angela to guess who she was. Well, of course, that was Susie!

Angela snatched the improved formula and held up her hand before Susie, whose face had just been injected with hyaluronic acid, could say a word. "Shut your mouth! Just say one more word and I will make this formula paper into pills and watch you swallow it every day!"

After Susie heard that, the color drained out of her face. She quickly took her gloves and checked her face. She felt an instant relief after making sure it was just fine.

Susie may have a tough shell, but she could be easily frightened. To get even, she complained, "Mr. Finch, Angela wants to fight with others in your class. She doesn't even respect you!"

Mr. Finch's expression hardened. He glared at Angela, "Stay after class and clean the classroom, Angela."

Angela remained unconvinced. She protested, "She started this! Haven't you heard what she said first, Mr. Finch? She provoked me."

"I said clean the classroom! I don't want to hear any words from you!" Mr. Finch couldn't be swayed. Angela's refute had completely outraged him.

Nancy Hammond moved closer to Angela and consoled her, "You knew that Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle, right? You shouldn't even say a word. Don't worry, I will stay with you."

Right! How could Angela even forget? Of course, Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle! She immediately went to the laboratory door and blocked the way. "So, you wanted me to clean the classroom? Fine. But Susie is going to stay and clean with me! Otherwise, no one leaves the laboratory!"

Mr. Finch was named Berg Finch but Angela liked to call him Bug behind his back.

Despite Berg's irritation, Brant, the tutor, had always treated Angela nicely. Because of this, he felt compelled to show her a little bit of mercy. He ordered his niece, "Stay and help Angela clean the classroom!"

Susie knew this was going to happen! She felt bad. She didn't know what Angela had to do with their tutor. Why did she always get this kind of treatment? She didn't get any punishment for her misbehavior.

The drama was over. Angela told Nancy, who insisted to stay with her, to go out of the laboratory, "I'll be fine. I'll clean this quick. Just wait for me outside."

Nancy didn't object. "Okay. You don't have to rush. I'll wait."

Angela returned to the laboratory and saw Susie holding a disinfectant liquid. She blocked her way and said, "Don't you like Randal Rogers, Susie?"

"How did you know that?" Susie's cheeks turned pink when her secret was revealed.

Angela felt so pleased with herself, "Of course, I know. I will get him to ask you out if you would stay and clean the laboratory. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't believe you! You actually think that I don't know but I am fully aware that you like him too!" She couldn't take any of the lies that she just heard from that woman.

Much to Angela's surprise, she stuttered, "How did you know that I like... Randal?"

Susie answered, "Every time you see him, your eyes would always light up! It's not hard to notice that!"

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