MR LU BIGSHOT WIFE IS A MYSTERY

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 man's hand never let go as they walked out of the civil affairs office.

Mo Nuan looked at the marriage certificate with their photos on it, still feeling it was unreal, like a dream.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. "Mr. Lu, you're not divorced, are you? Or do you have some hidden illness?"

Given his incredible looks, women would surely flock to him.

She really couldn't understand why he was still unmarried in his early thirties and why he chose her, an ordinary woman. It didn't make sense.

Lu Chen paused, pursing his lips. "Isn't it a bit late to be thinking about that? Your name is already in my spouse column. Do you want to be a divorced woman?"

Mo Nuan had done the most unbelievable thing in her life, and now her whole body was tense, her mind in a fog, unable to think clearly.

Hearing his answer, she nearly choked.

Impulsiveness is the devil. She must have lost her mind today to inexplicably get a marriage certificate with a man she had known for less than a day!

However, on the path she chose, she had to walk, even if on her knees.

As if seeing through her worries, Lu Chen said, "Mrs. Lu, put away those wild thoughts and worries. I won't engage in domestic violence, I won't have affairs, and I'm not divorced. As for the hidden illness, I don't mind proving it with actions in the future."

Mo Nuan's face turned red. This man really knew how to be righteously shameless!

Wait a minute.

"What did you just call me?" She seemed to have heard "Mrs. Lu" just now.

"Mrs. Lu. Did I call you wrong?" The corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly.

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