A VOW TO HATE

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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# # # #Chapter 1: The Meeting

The day was a special one for Megan. She was going to get promoted as the Creative Director of Lylac Love. All her sleepless night and hardwork were getting paid that day.

She woke up as usual and got into her new champagne pantsuit. It made her look hell confident and gorgeous with that low v cut on the front and perfect fit of the pantsuit. To match it, she put on a layered chain, dainty pair of earrings and some makeup. After confirming her look for over five times in the mirror she finally headed out.

Liam Smith, the CEO of Smith Capital was the common heartthrob of every lady who ever noticed him once.

He was also going to attend the promotion party at Lylac Love being the CEO of the collaborating company. Though he didn’t like attending business parties, he was still going to keep his aunt Miss Smith’s request.

~7pm at Lylac Love

(Third person’s pov)

Anchor: And now we are going to announce the most awaited promotion of the year which belongs to…… Miss Megan Gray as the new Creative director of Lylac Love.

Clappings increased....

Megan: I Would like to thank each one of you for your support and love. Mom and dad I hope I made you proud of your daughter.

(After party)

They came and started cheering for me. Three darlings of my life: Lucy, Ishtar and Rose. We’ve been together for the last 2 years.

Lucy: Meg you really bombed the stage. No doubt about your outfit choices.

Ishtar: you got their eyes hooked on you.

Rose: well there’s someone who will be our boss now.

Saying this she chuckled looking at Meg(Megan).

You fools just know how to tease me. And you Rose…(she said pinching her hand)

R: ahh..that’s the truth babe.

The four of them were enjoying their “we” time when suddenly the crowd around them started moving randomly.

Someone’s heard saying loud “Mr. Liam is on his way. Get things ready asap.”

To begin with, who won’t know him in this field. Megan though least bothered about his entry, still held a nice expression on her face as she was now a Director.

Miss Smith called Meg to her side to introduce her to Liam.

When Liam entered, he looked no less than a prince. His handsome face, perfect jawline, tall heighted perfectly muscular figure could make any girl scream his name.

As Liam approached Miss Smith, something was happening to Meg. She was irritated standing for long but still didn’t wanna get away without meeting him once.

Miss Smith I hope you are doing well. Liam said with a smile.

Uhh…son it would be better if you call me Aunt. Smith said as if teasing him.

Megan felt like a third wheel there but she had no other option than listening to her superior’s chats.

Suddenly remembering about Megan’s presence Smith cleared her throat and continued…

Liam allow me to introduce the newly appointed Creative Director Miss Megan Gray.

Liam forwarded his hand to congratulate Meg and she hurriedly accepted it. Seeing Liam up so close Meg had a flustered face. Feeling a light jerk she came back to her senses. Feeling utterly embarrassed, she quickly withdrew her hand and turned around to leave only to get glasses of drinks poured on her suit. The sudden glass breaking noise attracted everyone’s attention. Everyone started looking at the source of the sound and found Megan standing dumbfounded.

Rose, Lucy and Ishtar came to her help immediately. They started wiping the drink off her suit. The waiter greatly horrified by his mistake repeatedly apologized for it. Everything was pretty messed up. Meg had teary eyes as she couldn’t believe everything happening so quick. It was more than she could take. The best employee, the best night of her life and then suddenly everything falling upside down. She was feeling embarrassed. Tears started forming at her eye corners. She was strong but all this happening was too much to take in for her.

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