In Love with a Devil

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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Sabrina Steward

" I don't believe in tarot reading. Let's go home instead of wasting our money." I furiously told Alice. My friends and I are at a carnival. I had a good time until Alice stopped in front of the tarot shop. Alice and Hayley are my best friends since sixth grade.

Alice is a fun-loving girl. She likes to explore new things and is desperate for an adventurous life. Hayley is a popular girl in whichever school she's taking a step in. Then, there's Ronan. I have feelings for him but he never notices it or he refuses to notice it. Maybe, I'm too desperate for love.

It could have been better if I'm not his friend. I used to see him every day. We four hang out together. I can't take my eyes off him. I could only imagine what his lips taste of.

" Why can't you trust anything, Sabrina? Even if it's not true, we can have some fun here." Hayley said, tapping her feet impatiently.

" Cheer up. You are going to like it once you entered the shop," Ronan throws his arms around my shoulder.

" I'm just going to accompany you but I still don't trust the lady," I murmured as we all entered the shop. There's a lady in her sixties sitting at a table with her hands on the desk. My eyes wandered the whole place with crystals, bottles with different colours of liquid, many symbols on the wall, posters, candles and rocks.

" Are you interested in palm horoscope? She's even doing that." Hayley whispered in my ears. Before I could give any reply, the old lady spoke.

" Welcome to the witch's horoscope. I'm so glad you choose to visit this shop. What do you children like to know?" She politely asked.

" Are you a witch? Or the shop's name is some kind of a joke?" Oh shit, I should have kept silent. Why did I open my mouth? Did I hurt the lady's feeling?

" Sabrina," Alice warned, almost in a loud voice.

" Maybe, I should ask you the question, child. Are you Sabrina Spellman or Morningstar?" She snapped as she arranged the cards. I didn't think the old lady would be watching 'Chilling adventures of Sabrina'.

" I'm just Sabrina Steward. You haven't answered my question. Are you a witch?"

" Don't be rude to her, Sabrina. She might have thought of an interesting name." Ronan whispered while Alice sat at the table and asked the lady for a tarot card. I watched her keeping up three cards and placing them on the table. I'm not paying attention to the lady but I can see a smile on Alice's lips.

After a few minutes, Hayley sat at the table as the lady spread the set of cards again.

" Can we go home now? I'm so bored here." I told Ronan.

" Don't worry. I'm not going to see my future now. I would see it online." Ronan laughed. I don't know why I was feeling so anxious and furious since I entered this shop. But I'm feeling relieved as soon as I stepped out of the shop.

" Sabrina Morningstar," I heard the old lady's voice again. Is she calling me? Alice and Hayley are looking at each other in confusion.

" I'm Sabrina Steward," I loudly said as I stepped inside the shop again.

" I know. You don't have to hate the horoscope, tarot readings. There are some fake people in the world whose only motto is money. But whatever I'm telling is true. I know a lot of things. Try me. I will prove myself to you."

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