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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"Asher... I want more..."

Ambiguous gasps and moans were heard through the gap in the bathroom doors.

Eliana Pierce felt like she was falling into an ice cellar as she stood outside the door.

The people inside the bathroom were none other than her friend, Erica Duffy, and her fiance, Asher Harrison.

"You mischievous little darling." Asher's voice was filled with lust, which was nothing like Eliana had heard before.

Erica smiled and asked softly, "Do you like it? Aren't I better for you than Eliana?"

"Don't talk about her!" Asher huffed in a low voice.

Erica groaned, "Don't be angry. It's all her fault that she would rather find a male prostitute than sleep with you..."

"She is such a bitch!" Asher interrupted Erica, venting the hatred in his heart as he kneaded her body so hard until she began to implore him to be gentle.

At the same time, Eliana staggered backwards, her hands trembling as she tried to hide the hickeys on her neck. Her eyes were red and she was on the verge of tears.

"You will break off the engagement with Eliana, won't you?"

"Of course, I will! That bitch doesn't deserve to marry into my family! Like mother, like daughter. Back then, her mother also tempted and provoked some big shot, which caused Eliana's father to die..." Asher snorted disdainfully.

"Didn't her father commit suicide?"

"That was just for show!"

Upon hearing those words, Eliana felt her brain buzzing.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already pulled the bathroom door open, and stormed in.

"What did you just say, Asher?"

Asher and Erica naked in the bathroom, their faces paled from the shock.

Asher quickly grabbed the bath towel beside him in a hurry. "Eliana, what are you doing here?"

Eliana grabbed his hand tightly, trembling, and demanded, "Tell me, who killed my parents!"

"Let him go!" Erica, who was still naked, reached out and pushed Eliana away.

Since Eliana was not expecting the attack, she staggered backwards, and hit her head on the bathtub.

She instantly blacked out and fell unconscious.

Seeing that she was not moving, Erica plucked up the courage to feel her breath, and found that it was very weak.

Horrified, Asher asked, "What happened to her?"

Erica suddenly withdrew her hand, and said in a shaky voice, "She has... I think she's dead."

"What? She's dead?"

"Yeah. What should we do now, Asher?" Erica's lips were quivering as she lowered her head, preventing him from seeing through her lie.

Asher's heart skipped a beat. He took a step forward to find out the truth for himself.

However, Erica threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears. "Eliana is dead! And I don't want to go to jail! Help me, Asher! Could you keep it a secret for me?"

Asher frowned. He was really irritated. "What's the point of keeping it a secret? When..."

"Just dispose of her body, and erase all evidence!"

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