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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Wanda Lin should've had a happy family. At least, that was what she thought she deserved.

However, her life was fumbled upside down by a car accident when she was a child. She lost her parents. Back then, it seemed as if she was doomed to live the rest of her life alone.

Fortunately, her uncle took her in, but that didn't mean that life got any better.

Considering their poor state and her sick uncle, they'd always been struggling to get a day by when they weren't short of cash.

Wanda Lin, the hopeful little girl, was forced to grow up and work part-time even at an early age.

As she turned 18, she continued to work even harder. In order to save her uncle, she had taken several jobs at the same time. While some might collapse under such pressure, she continued persevering.

Her entire family's livelihood was on her shoulders, but she continued looking forward.

In the end, everything turned out in her favor. That day, Wanda Lin was about to collect all the fees needed for her uncle's upcoming major surgery. As long as that was paid, she could finally send her uncle to the hospital.

After quitting her last job, she rode the bicycle home happily.

She had never been so ecstatic before.

The wind blew her thin hair that grazed her delicate face. The sides of her lips inched up into a beautiful smile and her eyes lit up under the sunny sky.

She had already made up her mind.

As soon as her uncle was cured, she would find a job that she actually liked, make more friends, improve her lifestyle, and finally learn something. That way, she could bike ahead towards her future.

Finally, she arrived at their residential building.

It was a building on the old street. The apartments were usually inhabited by some old people or those who couldn't afford to rent more expensive apartments upstate.

However, as Wanda Lin parked the bike, she saw an expensive car parked on the streets. Her eyes widened. Even if she worked 24/7, she still couldn't afford that car! Why was it there?

She furrowed her eyebrows and went upstairs.

Somehow, she had a bad feeling about this,

and it seemed that she was right.

The moment she opened the door, she was greeted by her skinny uncle kneeling on the floor and begging the man in front of him. His words were filled with despair and grief.

His eyes flashed in indescribable fear.

"Mr. Qin, please give me some more time. I'll pay you back."

Wanda Lin gasped.

'Pay back?'

Their family did owe some money, but from what she knew, they only borrowed it from their own relatives.

Although they kept urging her, they wouldn't send men over to scare them. Plus, they were very reasonable people.

Finally, she glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

She was sure she had never seen him before.

He was so young and handsome! In fact, his beauty could rival the stars on TV. There was just something about him that reeked of allure and danger.

Wanda Lin froze

and clenched her fists.

The man lounged in their room casually, and his onyx eyes were cold.