The Alphas Arranged Bride

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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"You are called in the matron's office," Jane, one of the new intakes at the orphanage said to me."Do you know the reason why you were called?

I shrugged in response

"Are you not curious??" she asked again.

Smiling at the short but lovely girl in front of me I asked her, "Why should I be curious?"

Rolling her eyes, she said, "You are the least curious person I have ever known,"

Glancing and smiling at the girl as she dangles on the chair. My phone buzzed again with a text, it was a request to come to the matron's office as well.

Packing my books together, I waved to Mr Bars, our library attendant.

The stroll across the orphanage library to the matron's office only took me a few minutes. When I arrived, the secretary had told me to wait a moment.

I looked at some of the art paintings the children had made on the orphanage walls while waiting and smiled; they were talented. 'pft..unlike you, right?' my subconscious said to me.

The door to the matron's office opened, and the cool and always collected Victoria Wyatt presented herself. A beautiful yet bold woman, at the age of fifty-something years, she still had a lovely figure and warm eyes.

She remains unchanged just like she had been when I was brought to the orphanage fifteen years ago.

"Livia, how are you today?" she asked me.

"I'm good, Mrs Vicky," I replied to her with the same energy.

She had always preferred the nickname.

Adjusting her eyeglasses she continued, "I want you to meet Mr John Brooke and Mrs Eva Brooke. They own the famous Queens construction company."

I stopped in my tracks noticing for the first time that there had been more than two people in the office. I looked over at two people sitting across the matron in shock.

Queens Construction is one of the largest construction companies in London, and they only work on high-end projects from construction to designing buildings.

They had branches in New York, Washington DC, Los Angeles as well as African countries.

Indeed it was John!!.

Skipping the woman emitting warm and motherly vibes I lunged for the man, clinging unto him and damping his clothes with my tears.

Oh God! it's too hard to control my emotions... The tears were coming in waves. I noticed the woman had also joined the hug. the matron must have noticed the look of surprise on my face.

"Well, I think this is an emotional moment," Mrs Vicky flustered, adjusting her glasses once again, she continued, "Livia, Mr Brooke here has been sponsoring your education for the past three years."

The Brooke's are very generous. They are the main reason we can keep our doors open for more children. They have been the orphanage's biggest sponsor and supporters.

"He wanted to keep it anonymous from you which is why we didn't tell you about him before now."

Shocked and blanked is what can describe my feelings at the moment.

"The Brookes became our sponsor ten years ago, but now it is a family affair; their son also helps with raising our annual fundraiser."

I couldn't make out all that Mrs Vicky was saying, and all I could mutter was, "Huh...yes...oh."

"The Brooke's are here to adopt you legally now that you are of legal age."

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