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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."DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.
Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.
Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"
He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."
Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.
"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"
Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"
Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.
Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.
"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"
She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.
"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.
She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.
Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.
"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.
She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.
Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.
"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.
She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.
She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.
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