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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Sophia Ye came to a standstill in the corridor of Platinum Hotel when she heard her phone ring.

Her silhouette was beautiful and lips bright red. She ran one of her hands through her gorgeous curly hair as the other dug deep in her bag to find the ringing phone. After fumbling a bit, she finally found her phone. It was Alberta Yue, her agent. Her eyes flashed with ice like coldness. She received the call.

"Sophia, for the final time I am telling this. You must not miss today. If you fail to make it today, you won't be able to secure the role in the TV drama series. The supporting role is crucial! The investor this time is very important. He is really handsome. Make the best of it, alright?"

Sophia smiled maliciously and replied, "Noted!"

Truth be told, Sophia Ye wasn't yet famous. She had been in the industry for two long years, but she had only bagged roles of villains. Her career was extremely rocky and she had been part of many scandals already. There was a rumor that she had dated so many men in the past that they could easily form a human chain all around the earth. People also believed that whatever role she played was because she made dirty deals with producers.

"I am requesting you! Do not mess up this time. You might not give a damn about this gig but I do very much..." Sophia Ye knew that Alberta Yue was again trying to lecture her.

She did not have that patience anymore so she cut her in between and asked, "Which room, please?"

"It is room number 909... Listen to me carefully..."

Alberta began again but before she could even finish the line went dead after a beep. Sophia had already disconnected.

She quickly opened the front camera of her phone and reapplied her lipstick. Then confidently she walked towards room 909 with her hips swaying gracefully.

When she reached the door she tapped on it. But no one responded. So Sophia pulled out a packet of cigarettes and walked in.

The moment she entered she saw the most unwelcoming face in front of her.

But Sophia ignored the man completely. She did not even give him a chance to speak. She sat down on the sofa placed opposite the man and put a cigarette between her lips. As she looked around for a lighter she observed the man in front of her.

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