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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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Oh, slag. Oh, slag. Oh, slag.

I’m stupid. So slam stupid. I’ve always been reckless. It’s always been one of my biggest flaws. I barrel in with my head down and just explode all over everything.

Why the void did I not think of this?

As our ship aims for the gutted, dark planet that is Isroth, my entire body breaks out into a cold sweat.

Cyrillius is galaxy-famous for being the only person who can somewhat control the Kinduri and employ them. He has thousands of them here and on Gara Lune. As Valen said, if they touch me, they’re going to know my plan.

If they touch me, they’ll know I’m a Nero. And Cyrillius knowing I’m a Nero will be so much worse than him torturing me for plotting his murder.

He’ll use me.

Just like he’s used Valen.

My heart is threatening to beat clean out of my chest and smack right into the view port window. It’s nearly impossible to close my eyes and search for calm.

I needed more training. I may have made up for solars’ worth in the three lunars I was on Salypso studying under Zara and Kyril, but I need more.

I don’t know if what I’m about to try to do is even possible. But I have to try, or my life is over.

With my eyes closed, I let myself spiral down into my own mind. I reach out into my own brain. I comb through all of my recent memories.

You have to do this, I whisper to myself.

I don’t know if this is even possible, myself argues back.

You have to do it.

I find my memories, all the recent ones, like they are books on a shelf. I picture myself taking them, one by one. I take them to a vault in the center of myself. One by one, I set them inside.

I start from the beginning: the day Dominion came to Korpillion. I take the memory of my escape to the Airspace. I take the memory of seeing Valen for the first time. I take the first time I used Neron that day.

I take all my uncertain thoughts and fears about being a Nero, and I put them in that vault. I find my conversations with Valen, and put them inside. I take the time he came to me on The Corsair and the best moments of my life when I was in his arms and my lips permanently promised themselves to his, and I store them away, safe.

I find every moment of my time on Salypso and every second of my training and tuck it away.

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