The Billionaires Clumsy Assistant

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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A BABY FOR BILLIONAIRE KNOX

(THE CLUMSY MERMAID)

EPISODE ONE

THEME: Saved by a good human

IN THE HUMAN WORLD

Ryan Scott was playing football with some other boys he met on the beach. And when minutes clicked by, they all got tired of playing football. Ryan walked back to his elder brother Oliver Scott.

"Game over?" Oliver asked.

"Yes..let us go home, I am so tired.” Ryan answered.

Oliver stood up and packed their stuffs into a picnic bag and they walked back to the car. But then Ryan felt like he needed to ease himself. "Hey Bro, I want to pee.” Ryan said.

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Can you hold it till we get home?” He teased.

“Come on Olly, you always tell me that it is not good to let pee stay in ones bladder for too long.” Ryan countered .

“But why now?” Oliver smirked.

“Blame it on the junks you bought for me.” Ryan replied.

Oliver eyes searched the area for possible place Ryan could pee. “Then you should have turned everything down when I offered it.” He said.

“How can I?” Ryan stomped his feet.

Oliver chuckled. “Over there.” He pointed towards a place not too far from where they stood. “You can pee over there, behind the rock.” He said.

"Okay.” Ryan raced off.

And while Ryan was doing his thing, he noticed something. He suddenly saw a hand but the rest of the body was covered up in the heap of sand. He looked closely to be sure and it was indeed a hand.

“What?! A ghost -“ His brain processed then Ryan screamed and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was scared!

"Hey what is wrong?" Oliver asked with a confused look on his face when he saw his brother running towards him.

"I..I..I saw a ghost..no..no.. no a dead body -" Ryan stuttered as he explained to Oliver.

“hey…relax your mind.” Oliver said and Ryan gasped out for breathes.

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