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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."Baby, you're absolutely incredible."
A sultry haze of lust and murmured intimacy clung to the living room air, heavy enough to make the space feel tainted.
From the doorway, Alicia Barton froze as she took in the sight of Michael Barton, her husband, tangled shamelessly with Kaelyn Gill—the Gill family's biological daughter and her so-called sister—right there on the sofa, a cold tremor crawling up her spine and sinking into her chest.
"Alicia?" Startled by her presence, Michael fumbled and yanked his pants into place, his movements rushed and clumsy.
Kaelyn looped her arms around his neck, teeth grazing his earlobe as she breathed out lazily, "Why bother with her? It's not like she can see us. Besides, it's not the first time we've done this right in front of her."
Though her whisper was low and indulgent, every word landed clearly in Alicia's ears, sharpened by her unnaturally keen hearing.
Never, not even in her darkest imaginings, had Alicia expected that the very day her sight returned would be the day she discovered her husband in Kaelyn's arms.
Alicia clamped her teeth into her lower lip, forcing herself not to cry as her voice quivered. "What… what are you doing?"
Kaelyn let out a flirtatious laugh, her tongue casually sweeping over her damp lips. "Relax, Alicia. My boyfriend and I were just having a little fun," she purred. "Want to join us?"
Michael was Kaelyn's boyfriend!?
A bone-deep chill rushed through Alicia, freezing her from the inside out.
If that was true… then who had she married?
Not long ago, she had lost her sight in a car accident while trying to save Kaelyn.
When she finally woke up, it was Michael—her childhood sweetheart—who had insisted on marrying her despite her blindness.
She had been overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion.
Yet after the wedding, an unease had quietly taken root—Michael's voice didn't sound the same as she remembered.
When she questioned it, Michael calmly explained that unbearable grief had torn his vocal cords, leaving his voice permanently altered.
It turned out they had been lying to her since the very start.
The thought of Kaelyn making out with Michael when she had been blind while she herself had stood there smiling like a fool and offering her blessings turned her stomach.
How could they bring themselves to do something so cruel to her?
A violent urge rose inside Alicia, a desperate need to rip that rotten couple apart and expose everything.
Still, reason forced her to rein it in. Letting them know she had regained her sight would ruin everything.
For now, she needed to stay quiet and uncover what those two were really plotting behind her back.
At that moment, a sharp doorbell chime cut through the room.
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My Billionaire In Disguise: Marrying A Poor Husband Who Owns The World
Alicia believed for years she was deeply in love with Michael, until she regained her sight and caught him and her sister boldly betraying her. The man who'd pretended to be her husband while she was blind turned out to be a beggar hired for the deception-her own parents complicit in the scheme t/0/97058/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d8c5a5d1d3f8aed379d9f46bd92fca6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
