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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I think that will be all for today Gabriel. I have to head home now. You know Alessandra will not go to bed without me." Ronald said as he stood up from the chair behind his desk and started arranging the files on the desk.

He was trying to sort out the documents he will take home for the weekend to work on and the ones he will leave in the office.

"No problem, we've done everything on our to-do list. Jemma must be worried about me too." Gabriel replied.

"Then you better get your ass off that chair and don't keep that pregnant lady waiting." Ronald reasoned.

"You're right bro, see you on Monday. My regards to Alessandra." Gabriel said as he stood up and gave Ronald a goodbye hug.

"My regards to Jemma too, we will probably show up at your place this weekend, " Ronald said.

"I'm sure she will appreciate that, " Gabriel said before walking out of Ronald's office.

Ronald Gidwani is a successful Businessman. He's not the richest in the country but you will surely find him among the top six. He's a single father to his adorable six-year-old daughter, Alessandra.

Ronald's father passed away two years ago which leaves him with his Mom, his younger sister Elena, Alessandra, his daughter and Gabriel his best friend.

Being the CEO of a Telecom company is not an easy task but Ronald finds his way around it. Thanks to him being a hard worker.

Ronald was sure as hell that Alessandra, his daughter will still be awake even though it was just a few minutes to nine. She was used to him reading her a bedtime story. Hence, she will not go to bed without him tucking her.

Ronald was not used to staying late in the office. Today was an exception because he had so much to do.

Besides that, it has been raining all day. The rain got heavier in the evening and it wouldn't be a good idea to drive in that kind of weather.

As the CEO and founder of his company, Ronald had the finest, biggest and most expensive office in the building.

After sorting the documents, he kept the ones he will be taking home inside his brown leather briefcase. He reached for his mobile phones and kept them in his pocket, then walked out of his office.

Instead of using the elevator he decided to take the stairs because it had a short cut to the underground parking lot.

He reached the parking lot almost immediately and walked towards his car which was parked on the space reserved for the CEO.

The parking lot was quiet except for the noise from the drops of water coming from the sky. It was still raining but the rain was not as heavy as it was a few hours ago.

Ronald dismissed his driver when he figured out he was going to stay long in the office. So he had no choice but to drive himself.

He hopped into his car, transferred his briefcase to the backseat, started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

There was a short cut Ronald and his driver like using but today he felt like taking the longer route home.

Ronald noticed most shops had closed and even the road was kind of empty which was very strange. 'Perhaps it's because of the rain.' Ronald said to himself.

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