Wild Heart Untamed Alphas

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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"It's unbearably hot..."

A sudden warmth enveloped Norah Bector, igniting an inexplicable sensation that made her unconsciously rip the neckline of her pajamas.

She struggled to suppress her desires, yet the potent fragrance at her nostrils continued to awaken her most primal urges repeatedly.

Suddenly, it dawned on her that someone had lit aphrodisiac incense in her room.

Struggling to leave her bed, she attempted to extinguish the incense. However, the effects of the drug left her feeble. In her weakened state, she accidentally turned off the light beside the incense and tumbled onto the knitted carpet beside her bed.

The room plunged into darkness. In the silence, the sound of the doorknob turning broke the stillness.

"Who is there?" Norah asked warily. But in the next moment, she was overwhelmed by the weight of a man.

She instinctively tried to push the man away, but the drug had weakened her. Her awareness slowly slipped away. Before slipping into unconsciousness, she yearned to glimpse the man's visage, but the dim moonlight merely revealed a blurry silhouette.

"Who... are you?" Norah struggled but was swiftly engulfed by the man's passionate kiss, and in no time, she surrendered her senses entirely. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac aroma, she clutched the man's neck and soon found herself adrift in a sea of desire.

The following morning, as Norah awoke, she was alone in the room.

Sitting up, she caught her reflection in the floor mirror. Bruises marked her body, a stark reminder of the previous night's events. It hadn't been a dream.

Firmly, she vowed to uncover who had orchestrated this. Norah's resentment was palpable.

At that moment, she heard sounds outside her door. People seemed to be approaching her room.

Norah's expression hardened. She sensed trouble brewing.

Outside Norah's room, Debby Chase, the fourth child of the Chase family, stood with a crowd of individuals.

Gripping Kristine Chase's arm, she declared earnestly, "Mom, I witnessed that brazen country girl luring a man back to her room. Believe me!"

Kristine said hesitantly, "Remember, she was invited by your grandfather. If you're wrong about this..."

"There's no way this is a mistake!" Impatiently, Debby cut off Kristine. "Furthermore, she's just a country girl who happened to save Grandpa's life. That's why he invited her to stay here. She doesn't deserve the title of a guest. How dare she brazenly seduce a man on her very first day at the Chase family home? Today, I'm leading everyone in exposing her shameful act and booting that audacious woman out of our house!"

Debby commanded the servants behind her, "Break down the door!"

At that moment, the door was swiftly opened.

Norah, dressed in her pajamas, stood before them. Her relaxed demeanor and striking beauty left the servants in awe.

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