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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In the suburb of N City.

A young woman stood beside an abandoned road.

With a suitcase in her hand, she stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

She looked like only in her early twenties.

She wore a white dress, a high ponytail, and her clear and pure appearance was very beautiful from a distance.

It was difficult for anyone to connect such a girl with a murderer.

But she was Holley Ye, the murderer who was sentenced to jail four years ago.

A black Audi A6 slowly drove over and stopped in front of Holley Ye.

The door was pushed open. A refined man got off the car and walked towards Holley Ye with a smile.

"Come here, give me a hug."

Then he opened his arms and held Holley Ye in his arms like a real gentleman.

"Moore, thank you for picking me up."

Leaning against his shoulder, Holley Ye whispered her thanks.

"Only strangers will say 'thank you'," Moore Mo pretended to be unhappy and complained. Then he took the suitcase from her hand and said, "Get in the car. Let's go home now. We can talk later."

However, before they got on the car, the Audi A6 had been hit by a truck that was running at a high speed.

The Audi A6 rolled over in midair, and then fell down onto the ground a hundred meters away.

A deep pit was formed on the ground and the car was completely damaged.

Both Moore Mo and Holley Ye were shocked by what they saw.

Fortunately, they hadn't gotten in the car. If they had been in it just now, they would have been badly mutilated by now.

Before they could react, a Maserati raced over and stopped half a meter away from Holley Ye.

The window was rolled down a centimeter from the inside.

She vaguely saw a man sitting in the car.

He slowly spoke, in an overbearing, almost commanding tone. "Get in the car!"

"Your friend?"

Holley Ye looked at Moore Mo and asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know him."

Moore Mo shook his head.

Holley Ye frowned slightly and said angrily, "I don't know you. Why should I get in your car? I warn you, Moore Mo is the most famous lawyer in N City. If you harass me, he will sue you! "

"Get in the car."

The overbearing voice came from the car again.

Immediately, the window was all rolled down.

Holley Ye saw the man in the car clearly.

He was still as handsome as ever. His marble-like face alone was enough to attract thousands of girls.

This man was no one else but Ron Mu who was as dazzling as the diamond.

When Holley Ye looked into his eyes, her lips slightly trembled.

For her, this man was not a stranger, but the man who held a grand wedding with her four years ago.

That year, when she just entered the university, this man chased after her.

At that time, she was so pure that she couldn't resist him. Therefore, she became his girlfriend.

Six months later, they had a wedding.

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