Love Between Alpha And Omega

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.

Modern Scheming Contract marriage Billionaires CEO Flash Marriage Revenge Age Gap

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ELENA'S POV

'You're sleeping?! Get up!!'

I remember waking up in a bathroom and being forced to bath. The mean looking man in front of me didn't look as if he was enticed to see my body and I could sense that it would either be that he had seen enough, or he was gay.

"Don't make me come back for you" He snapped as he walked out.

Come back for me? I was as confused as hell!

Quickly, I drank some of the dirty water I was supposed to use to bath because my throat was as dry as I could ever imagine. My stomach hurt and I was very hungry. I could eat the man whole, I could drink the whole of the awful bath water which I did.

Although I was bloated, I didn't mind. I just needed to fill my stomach or I might die.

'Hunger is evil.'

After talking my bath, I walked out the bathroom naked only to find the room filled with naked other girls. Everyone of us looked so confused, disoriented and dying.

_what's happening!_

We just stood unclothed, waiting for what we had no idea of. Some of us just like me were busy checking our body. I checked my thighs and legs. I just checked Incase I have being penetrated.

Seeing I was okay, I walked to a girl who looked a bit calm. She had this ginger curls, full lips, round face and dedicate small figure.

She was really beautiful.

"Elena" she whispered "You remember".

Elena?

Who is Elena?

I looked at her strangely and looked around. Looking back at her face, it was like she was making sure we don't get caught or something.

"Elena?" She whispered again, this time, nudging me.

My gaze narrowed as I looked at her. I wanted to ask her who she was and what we were doing there but the door. A middle aged woman walked in with lots of dresses and individually handed it to all of us.

"You are becoming a case, Elena" she said dryly "But I will warn you, stop being a case or I chop off your organs and make fast money"

Fear!

Her voice was a bit rusty just as her face. Her wrinkles seemed like it had effect on her voice too, making her sound like a lazy frog. Her forehead and chin looked like she had lots of Botox section or filters.

"Make sure you don't fess up, Elena, don't make me end you" she said this time on a more warning tone.

I didn't want to make her see how scared I was of her threat but what else should I have do?

Run away? Cry?

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