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.

Modern Scheming Contract marriage Billionaires CEO Flash Marriage Revenge Age Gap

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When you feel alone or depressed, do not give up. Their is a person who will be standing behind you always. All you need is to turn back and hug that person.

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The beeping of my alarm snapped me out of my slumber and I groaned in annoyance switching it off. I fell back on my bed trying to get rid of the sleep that threatened to swallow me but I couldn't fight against it any more so I gave up and began to doze off back to sleep. Thank God my mobile began to beep and this time I snapped out of the sleep, swearing loudly and turned off the alarm on my mobile.

This is my daily habit. I would go back to sleep again if I don't use another source to wake up. I checked the time to find its already past 5 O'clock in the morning. I tied my long wavy brown hair into a messy bun and got up from the bed making it neatly in the process and went inside the bathroom.

I did my business, bathing, brushing my teeth and came out of the bathroom only wearing a towel.

Today is a big day of my life. I would be joining the most prestigious Private Bank in New York. I have been informed that I would have to start from today itself and my post is to be a personal secretary to the CEO himself. I wonder who he is. If he his hot, if he is nice or a jerk. Just the thought of my new adventure got me excited.

Quickly getting ready for my first day, I did my make up. I applied eye liner and Mascara which made my Brown eyes look good. I applied Pink colored lipstick and tied my long Brown wavy hair into a neat Ponytail.

I chose to wear a Black pencil skirt and matched it with a pink blouse and wore a Black Blazer to give myself a professional look. Sliding into my black stilettos, I wore my Black rimmed glasses and took my Important files and clutched my handbag and made my way towards my Kitchen.

I kept my things on the table and was just about to enter the kitchen when my eyes felt on the watch which was hanging above my Led Tv. It was already 8 in the morning and I had to reach there before 8:30.

"Oh shit!" clutching my things, I ran out of my apartment, locking it and keeping the key under my mat. I hurried towards the elevator and left the building in a rush giving a quick greeting and goodbyes to the people whom I knew in the building.

Hiring a Taxi, I finally reached my destination right at Eight thirty.

"God! I'm totally late. Please help me" I mentally prayed to the almighty and went into the building which was named " Theller International's "

I went directly towards the lady in the counter and gave her my joining letter. The sweet lady whose name was Anabelle helped me on my schedule and gave me the directions towards my Boss room.

I have heard that my Boss was the CEO of the Bank and according to sources he is really young. I even heard that he keeps himself low profile and when I searched the net I seriously didn't get any pictures of him except some photos in which his face was not clearly visible.

I took the elevator and punched the 38th button to which I had to go and waited patiently to reach my floor.

The ping sound of the elevator door made me jump out of the elevator and I hurried towards another lady in the counter and asked her about my Boss room. The lady professionally guided me towards my Boss room and left as soon as we reached a wooden door.

I inhaled deeply and composed myself and checked my attire for the last time. Mentally preparing an excuse for being late on my first day, I bit down on my lips and knocked on the door.

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