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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.Alexa's POV
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as his words reverberated through the large office space, bouncing back to my ears. I couldn't bear the harshness, nor could I bear the man from whom those words were coming.
"You're a worthless piece of shit! Just take a look at what you have caused! We lost all those millions because of you!" he screamed.
"Dad..." I began.
"What is it, Alexa? Are you ready to explain how these documents were signed?" he demanded, flinging the papers at my face.
The tears that had stung at the corners of my eyes now clouded them, threatening to spill down my face. "I don't know anything about those papers, Dad. I wasn't the one who signed them."
He snorted at my words. "But those are your damn signatures! If you weren't the one who signed them, then who did? Who freaking did?"
His eyes burned with fury as he glared back at me. I had to bend my head when I could no longer stand the heat of his gaze.
Just then, the office doors opened, and the familiar sounds of heels clicking on the floor announced who had entered. I didn't bother raising my gaze from the floor, knowing it was none other than Elsie, my step sister.
Her confident steps told me she was more than excited about the issue I was having with our father. It's not that I was expecting her to be anything else but happy.
Elsie hated my guts with everything within her and hadn't hidden it even for one day.
"Here are the papers you asked for, Daddy," she said in an excited tone.
"Hand them over to your sister," Dad replied to her.
She came closer to where I was and gave me the papers. "Take, Alexa."
The amusement underlying her tone told me that whatever was in those papers wasn't good for me.
My eyes widened as I scanned through the words written on it, "you want me to resign from my position as the CEO?"
"That's right," Dad confirmed, "I've lost enough millions all because of you. I need you to sign those papers right now."
"But Dad..." I began.
"I said now, Alexa! I don't want to hear any more of your silly excuses," he stormed over to where I was and landed a thunderous slap on my cheek, "the damages you have done to the family business are enough!"
I held the side of my cheek where the slap had landed and signed the papers with shaky hands.
"Good," he scoffed, "This is the only good thing you have done in a long time."
I heard Elsie squealing excitedly behind me. I thought she was being the typical Elsie until Dad motioned for her to take a seat.
She rushed to my former chair with a speed faster than that of light and relaxed in the chair.
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My Godfather is my Soulmate
Hell no! was the answer Don Antonio gave his friend when he begged him to come work with his daughter. Crazy enough, that was Alexa's answer too when she learned that she would be working with her godfather. They both knew exactly what they were running away from. Alexa, a beauty with a body mos/0/74636/coverorgin.jpg?v=db6758737091686269b4aaa453d59b42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
