LUAHU

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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The night was always the beginning of the city's splendor. Some people wanted to enjoy and relax after the day's hard work while some wanted to celebrate something. And the best place to promote this splendor was the jovial and passionate Flame Bar. In this place, you couldn't feel the night at all. Young men and women filled the dance floor, shaking and twisting their bodies to the beat of the ear-splitting music. There were also some private rooms that accommodated guests from the upper class.

The door of the best VIP room was pushed open, and a group of young people walked in. The man at the forefront was the youngest but the most powerful figure in J City.

He had a perfect figure comparable to European male models and a handsome and charming appearance. The corners of his mouth also habitually curved into a faint smile. He stood out from the crowd. Upon seeing such a perfect man, even the male species couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at him a few more times.

The moment he walked into the private room, Kyng Shen, who was sitting on the sofa and lecturing the manager of the bar, saw him. Kyng soothed his anger, walked up to him, and greeted him with a warm smile. "Ryan, you are as punctual as always."

The man that Kyng called Ryan smiled and said, "My grandpa is a soldier and demands that I be punctual. I have been living with him since I was a child. I won't ever tolerate lateness."

Upon hearing his words, Kyng nodded his head in agreement.

Ryan Yan glanced at Kyng, but didn't say anything more. He just walked to the armchair and sat down.

Kyng couldn't see through Ryan's current mood, so he glared at the manager and said, "Hurry up, do what I've told you to do."

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment." The manager was scared out of his wits when he saw the look in Kyng's eyes.

After all, the man sitting in front of him was Ryan, the young man who could make everyone in J City tremble. And the man standing in front of him was Kyng, who was from the famous Shen family. Aside from being Ryan's best friend, Kyng was also the owner of Flame Bar. As a mere manager, how could he afford to offend these two big shots?

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