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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 Leena Yang glanced at her watch, she immediately rushed into the dressing room. She threw in her shoulder bag, murmuring to herself, "Don't be late. Don't be late!" There were only five minutes left! Leena Yang threw her sneakers to the side of the dressing room before unzipping her shoulder bag. She dug out some high heels and lingerie.

She opened her locker and took out her suit. After getting dressed up, the image of an innocent college student faded away in the picture. Standing there was a strong business woman ready to take on the world.

Leena Yang Yang tied her long hair in a bun, leaving no strands out. She then took out her sunblock and rubbed it on her face. Without another word, she walked right out of the dressing room. Mary, who was outside waiting for her, was stunned.

"Director Yang, I didn't know you were so fast! It only took you three minutes to change."

Mary was just a waitress, and she was also working under Leena Yang. Mary rushed in to put the other stuff away.

According to the rules of their five-star hotel, waiters must be dressed properly. Except for necessary accessories, other jewelries, including watches, shouldn't be worn. It was a strict directive that everyone must follow.

"I slept late last night, and I woke up late," Leena Yang grumbled, frustrated.

"But you're always on time." Mary blinked in surprise. Normally, Leena Yang was never late. In fact, she was always on time that some might believe she was a robot!

Pursing her lips, Leena Yang didn't bother to reply. She actually stayed up last night because she was finishing up her paper. She didn't go to bed till three in the morning. Finally, she went to the hotel at eight in the morning to organize the cleaning staff, so she was almost late.

For these years, she had kept her life as a student a secret from her co-workers.

Leena Yang strutted out the dressing room, nodding at the waiters passing by. It was then when Lewis Liu, the general manager of the hotel, walked in. Seeing that she was in such high spirits, he waved his hand and pulled her into his office. "Promise your Uncle Lewis that you'll finish your work this month. I'll introduce better jobs for you after."

Leena Yang frowned. "Doesn't Simon want me working here?" Simon was the boss of the hotel.

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