The Alpha King Unwanted Maid

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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Julia POV

I slumped on my bed lazily and yawned loudly due to hunger and tiredness. I have been very busy since the beginning of today doing all the work in the house alone like a slave.

My father is the Beta of our pack, and I'm his second daughter, but he always treated me like an outcast, as if I was not part of the family. Well, that is how life has been since I was a little girl.

Turning to my right, I saw my food on the table and my stomach made a rumbling sound, a sign that I was hungry.

I quickly stood up from my little bed and I sat down on the floor. I opened the plate of food and my face turned into a deep frown when I saw what was inside. It is leftover food from all the members of my family.

But anyway, I am too hungry to reject it. That is how they always gave me leftover food.

I feast on the food hungrily, taking a spoonful at a go. I can only join my family at the dining table whenever we're having visitors. But on a normal day, I was always given food like a slave here in my tiny room.

A few minutes later, I was done eating. I needed to take a bath and have some rest after a long, stressful day of cleaning and washing.

I took off my shirt and was about to remove my boy's shorts when suddenly I heard a loud banging noise at my door.

I wanted to scream and insult the person for disturbing my only leisure time, when suddenly it dawned on me that it could either be my parents or my crazy sister.

“Who is there?” I asked, turning my head towards the door.

Silence settled over the room as I clutched the edge of my shorts, waiting in fearful anticipation as I remained still. Then, I heard the unmistakable rattle of the doorknob, as if someone were attempting to force their way into my room. A surge of panic overtook me as I recognized the manner of the shaking — it was my sister, Maya. She was the only one who ever barged into my room as if she owned the place.

“Open this dam f*cking door!” She yelled from outside, still hitting the door loudly.

“Did you have no courtesy in you?” I yelled at her, wearing back my top as I hissed loudly.

I walked towards the door angrily, and I flung it open, revealing my sister, who was glaring hard at me.

My eyes traveled down her body, and a grin crept to my face when I noticed the body-exposed clothes she was putting on. That's what she always does, dressing like a slut.

“What did you want?” I snapped angrily at her, still standing at the entrance of my door, one of my hands relaxing on the door blocking her from coming in.

“Take this and wash.” She threw some of her clothes at my face, glaring hard at me.

“I am not washing this.'' I threw the clothes back at her, but it landed on the floor. How could she be this wicked? I just finished doing the laundry for all the family members. My body was aching due to the stress I went through and here she was giving me another set of clothes after I was done washing all her clothes earlier.

“Are you disobeying the order of your elder sister, a Luna-to-be?” She yelled at me furiously, throwing me a dagger stare.

I was about to say something to her when I saw my mom walking towards our direction.

Great, just great, things are about to get complicated now.

“Maya, what is going on here?” My mom asked, walking closer to Maya, who was foaming in anger.

“This b*tch over here is the problem, Mom.” She pointed an accusing finger at me, while my mother narrowed her eyes towards me, giving me a killer look.

“What has she done this time?” My Mom asked, facing her precious daughter.

“I gave my clothes to wash, and she threw it on the floor.”

“Is that so, Julia?” My mom narrowed her eyes back to my direction. This time, she was staring at me like I had done something forbidden. Yes, I just disobeyed the stupid order of their so-called princess.

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