LOVING THE ENEMYY BILLIONAIRE

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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As I wove through the crowded dance floor, the infectious energy of the hip-hop track threatened to distract me from my task. Clutching the tray of drinks, I allowed myself a fleeting moment of envy, wondering when I'd be able to shed my responsibilities and lose myself in the music like the joyful strangers around me.

My world shattered when my parents died in a car accident during my junior high school years. That fateful day, my siblings and I took the bus to school, unaware of the devastating news awaiting us. After school, I received the heartbreaking news that changed everything.

Suddenly, I became the primary breadwinner for my family, balancing part-time jobs with my education. Life became a constant struggle, but I persevered to support my younger siblings.

Soon after, I endured a horrific experience - kidnapped, drugged, and raped. The fragmented memories still haunt me to this day. I felt cursed, like the unluckiest person alive. The drugs blurred my recollection of the perpetrator's face, leaving me with unresolved anger.

With no trusted adult to confide in, I relied on myself. My paternal uncle showed occasional interest in my siblings and me, but ultimately, I took responsibility for my own well-being. I decided to become the adult I needed, taking charge of my life.

I thrived to gain a college scholarship. Now, I'm determined to finish college with good grades to secure a well-paying job and live a perfect life, forgetting about my life's turmoil.

As I searched for the table that ordered the drinks I was carrying, I was suddenly bumped from behind. The tray flew out of my hands, and the glasses crashed to the floor. 'Shit!' I cursed, feeling my face flush with annoyance. Those drinks were expensive, and now they were wasted. I turned, prepared to confront the careless person who had collided with me.

As I turned around, I met the gaze of the most stunning man I'd ever seen. He stood tall, exuding confidence through his chiseled physique. His raven-black hair was perfectly messy, framing his angular face. Piercing green eyes sparkled like emeralds, leaving me breathless. My heart skipped a beat, my body numb. The music faded into the background as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

He spoke, but I couldn't hear the words over the pounding in my chest. Instead, I read his lips, apologizing for the collision.

Oh my goodness, those lips! Bright pink, small, and irresistibly succulent. Totally kissable. What's wrong with me?! I mentally screamed, shocked by my sudden attraction.

But reality slapped me back to attention. I was in trouble – big time. At Vintage Club, customer satisfaction reigns supreme. Now, how would I afford to pay for and replace the spilled drinks? My anxiety spiked. This was a disaster.

A girl slipped in behind him, wrapping her arms around his. He lit up with a warm smile, clearly glad to see her. She whispered something in his ear, and he chuckled.

I couldn't help but size her up. She was stunning – slender and beautiful . But it was the way she gazed at him, beaming like a lovestruck teenager, that made me raise an eyebrow.

'Maybe she's his girlfriend,' I thought

She gently brushed a stray lock from his face, her touch tender. I felt a pang of disappointment, which caught me off guard. What was I expecting, anyway?

Her gaze remained fixed on him, oblivious to my presence – and the mess at their feet. It irked me that she noticed a single stray hair on his face but ignored me entirely.

That strand of hair had been perfect... at least to met, but she casually rearranged it. "Mr. Handsome's" warm smile at her only intensified my feelings of invisibility.

I felt like an awkward third wheel, an unwanted spectator to their intimate moment.

Well, he needs to pay for the spilled drinks. He already apologized, which means he acknowledges it's his fault... and it definitely is! I waved my hand in front of his chiseled face to snap him back to attention. The lady also turned to me, her expression blank.

"My apologies..." he said, dipping his hand into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and handed me a wad of dollar notes. "This should cover everything. Once again, sorry for the hassle."

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