From Heartbreak to Payback The Billionaires Ex by Ashley Breanne

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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Alison POV

"I know today is your birthday, and we probably shouldn't be having this conversation, but I can't keep silent anymore," Cory said to me as I lay beside him on my bed.

I jerked up and stared questioningly at him. I could have assumed it was nothing serious, but his tone proved otherwise.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" My voice was shaky, and I didn't know how to feel.

I had been a good girl all my life, but today I let it all go. I wanted to be his woman. So after months and months of thinking about it, I finally let it happen between us.

Initially, I wanted to save it for my wedding night, but Cory was getting impatient. So after months of relentless pursuit, I gave in. I wanted this relationship to be my first and last; I didn't want him to go cold on me again like he did in the past.

I love Cory, and I don't want to lose him, so on my 20th birthday, which is today, I intimate with him.

We had gone to the beach that morning, had a great time bonding, and everything else had ended in the bedroom that evening. This is my first experience; it was hurt, but he looks happy; I thought he was happy! Why is he acting so differently now? Mood swings?

"No, you haven't done anything wrong?" He muttered, sitting up and putting his clothes back on.

"Then what is it??" I asked almost at the top of my voice.

"Watch your tone. I'm trying my best to be patient, and I'm talking as calmly as I can. Please don't blow this out of proportion." He said sternly.

I couldn't feel the calmness he was talking about. He sounded tired and fed up; he sounded like he was about to walk out of my life and never turn back. How am I supposed to be calm about that?

"Are you happy?" He asked.

I desperately nodded my head, "Yes, I am. That's why I gave myself away. You make me happy."

We weren't where I wanted us to be, but at least, we were headed somewhere, and that makes me happy. He promised to introduce me officially to his dad, and I was looking forward to it. He got my hopes up, so why is he trying to dash them now?

"I feel like we're incompatible; there's a wide gap in our relationship."

"What gap?"

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