Bridgett

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 Crown club was very lively at the midnight, all the rooms inside were full of dimmed and weary lights.

"How could Zhou Dun, that stupid man wanted to cooperate with me? Didn’t he know himself clearly? I would not absolutely sigh the contract with him but for cracking down the arrogance of the Xia Family."

"Bang!"

There was a little hand turn off the recording and pressed the phone on the table. That was really lily-handed, white and soft.

"Did you also hear that, Boss Zhou?" The owner of the hand said with smiling.

Zhou Dun who was sitting across turned his face to red, it looked very funny under the bright lights.

"O, and this one." Xia Qingkong took the phone and opened the photo album. A legible photo of a man and a woman kissing and fondling was showed off in front of Zhou Dun.

Zhou Dun dropped the cup immediately.

"Damn it! How dare are you to seduce my wife!"

Ten minutes later, Xia Qingkong went out of the room with shaking a few pieces white contract paper in hand. It worthy for acting out as a waitress this time.

Xia Qingkong kissed the contract and then folded it, tucked it in the waist and hid it well.

The uniform of the Crown club was very exposed, Xia Qingkong pulled the clothes on the chest. Someone pressed on her shoulder before she tidy up.

"You, take the wine to Room 8069."

As busy as the manager, holding the arm of Xia Qingkong to slip her the tray.

Xia Qingkong shrugged her shoulders, holding the try with the wine, looked for the room numbers carefully.

Xia Qingkong could only looked for the room one by one after she called the reception without answering.

"Forget it, just choose one!"

I can just walked out again if I open the wrong room.

Xia Qingkong knocked the door of room 8069, she pushed the door without any answering back.

"Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry boss…" Xia Qingkong was scared by the scene her saw in the room.

Xia Qingkong could still saw a man pressed a naked woman on the sofa even the lights were not that

Bright.

Two people looked at the door side when it was opened.

Xia Qingkong could still see the woman with long hair and a tipsy face, the clothes on her was exposed. That made Xia Qingkong feel shy.

"Don’t move!"

Mu Chenhao ditch the woman's hand around his neck, stared at Xia Qingkong with the dangerous

Atmosphere.

"I didn’t expect you want this." Mu Chenhao sat straight and looked at Xia Qingkong indifferently.

"I didn’t know her, boss. You understood that." Xia Qingkong knew very clearly that the people in the Crown club were all rich, so she didn’t need to make any trouble at this moment. She was ready to leave after she got the contract and sending the wine.

"Didn’t you take the photos? Come and get to me."

Xia Qingkong realized that she had the phone on her hand still after she called the reception.

Oh, no.

He must thought that I took the sexy photos of them so he stared at me.

He was absolutely a cheeky man. Isn’t he escapade or betrayal? So he was afraid of being taken photos by others. He looked handsome and not bad but actually he was a scumbag, Xia Qingkong thought.

"Boss, I thought you misunderstood me, I didn’t take photos of you."

Xia Qingkong felt disgusted but still showed her smile and said. There were the sexy phots of Zhun Dun’s wife and other people, it’s not able for him to see those.

Mu Chenhao is more certain that these two women were together, one comes to design the trap for me, the other was responsible for photo extortion.

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