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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"Cassandra, I've never had any feelings for you. We should break up."

"We're meant to be together, Cassandra. I'll have as you as my wife for the rest of my life."

"Cassandra! She's your sister! How dare you hurt her like this? Get out of my sight! You are no longer my daughter!"

"She was worthless. Her death means nothing to me."

Cassandra Yan was having a headache.

Recalling all those times from her past tore her up into a million pieces. She groaned as she curled up into a ball.

There was no one inside the room except for her. She gazed at the handcuff around her wrist that was attached to the bedpost. She roughly wiggled her hand, but it only left an angry red mark around her wrist. The skin on her wrist began to bleed.

A cold sweat began to form on her forehead, and the air in the room felt freezing cold.

She didn't know how long it was until she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a bedroom decorated with red ornaments.

Her eyes widened and her body felt stiff. The familiar scene overwhelmed her.

How could this be? Wasn't it the night before her wedding? What was going on?

She didn't want to be a substitute and marry that vile man. The only thing she wanted was to be with the man she loved. Her parents locked her up inside the bedroom because of it.

'I thought I was dead. What's going on?'

She tried every means to run away from the vile man. She thought she was going to meet her beloved, but she was wrong.

Her sister, whom she trusted the most, was standing by the vile man's side. And the man she loved most planned everything.

In her parents' eyes, she was just a pawn.

Realizing that, she had no will to live. When that vile man brought her home, she knew she would have to live the rest of her life as a prisoner, with no hope of escape.

The last thing she could remember was falling into the sea and struggling to stay afloat for a while. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the night from five years ago. Tomorrow, she was going to replace her sister, Susan Yan, and marry Martin Lu, the vile man.

Everything in front of her looked so real, and she was sure she wasn't in a dream.

'What happened? Am I reborn?

But why? Why am I back in the time where my nightmares would begin?'

Her parents abandoned her, the love of her life was taken away by her sister, and the man she loved betrayed her. They all forced her to marry Martin Lu.

'Do I have to go through all of that again?

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