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I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 94: "Sending Bad Luck"
Georgette was driving along the highway when her headlights caught a figure stumbling onto the road. She slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop just in time to see a man collapse."What the...?" she muttered, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and rushing out of the car. Kneeling beside the injured man, her medical training kicked in immediately.“Hey! Are you dead? Hey?” She assessed his condition, noting the torn clothes and the blood oozing from a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Despite the strange circumstances, she began to help him."Stay with me," she whispered, pressing her hands against the wound to staunch the bleeding. "You're going to be okay."Marcus Xu groaned, his eyes fluttering open briefly. "Help...me..." he gasped."You're lucky," she said, her voice steady and reassuring. "I'm a doctor."She quickly retrieved a first aid kit from her car and expertly dressed the wound. She was about to call for an ambulance when she noticed flashing lights in the distance."Police?
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 95: "Devastating News"
The next day, Marcus woke up groggily, his head pounding. He reached up to touch his face and felt the tightness of the bandages wrapped around it.“Why does my face hurt? Did the fall hurt my face?” he jolted up. “Not my face! This is my–ugh!” He bent down in pain. “Ugh, fuck it. At least I'm alive.”The pain in his shoulder reminded him of the gunshot wound, and he groaned as he slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.“Where am I, though?”Gingerly, Marcus stood and limped through the house, looking for his saviors. “Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.“Hello? Anybody home?”No response came. The house was eerily silent, devoid of any signs of life. “The heck? Where are the people?”Confused and a bit worried, he returned to the bedroom where he had woken up. There, on the bedside table, was a letter. Marcus picked it up and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the handwritten words.---Dear Sir,I'm sorry. Please be me. We left our thirty
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 96: "Blood Stain and Tears"
Marcus forced his weak legs to stand and hurried out of the house."I don't believe this. I don't believe this! There's no way Miguel is dead," he said, in denial. "Reyster is playing tricks on me again! That motherf*cker, what did I even do to him for him to kill us?"Marcus's devastation over his brother's death morphed into a searing rage, a wildfire burning through his veins.He limped away from the house, his eyes glinting with rage and despair. But to his dismay, he realized the house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by green trees and silence."Where the heck am I? There aren't even any roads!" he exclaimed, punching a tree with his already wounded fist, leaving a bloody mark on its trunk."No. No. Calm down, Marcus. I need to calm down. I need to f*cking calm down," he convinced himself, wiping off his tears but only smudging the bandages on his face with blood."I'll just call a cab," he thought, struggling to type a number on his bloody fingers and cracked phon
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 97: "Sudden Accusation"
At today’s dinner at Aurora, the William family gathered, each member catching up with one another in their own unique way.Everyone was present, including Margarette, who had returned home from the hospital to dine with them again."You’re pretty lucky to have such a caring husband, Marga," Gerald commented sarcastically, his brows twitching as he watched their parents dot on her because of her amnesia."Oh yes, I am really blessed," Margarette responded cheerfully, her eyes shining with pride as she looked at the masked man beside her, who was helping her eat due to her weakened muscles from the coma."You sound stupid, Marga," Michael said, unable to get used to Margarette's teenage-like behavior."Michael," Gudofredo called out sternly, glaring at him to stop the rude comments."Sorry. I had a long day at the company," Michael said, adjusting his tie before continuing. "Anyway, Greg, you weren't at my conference yesterday. Are you looking down on me now?""He didn’t attend yesterd
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 98: "I want that power"
Marcus Xu realized that even though he had come back alive and revealed what Reyster did to him and his brother, he couldn't ultimately gain justice.He knew that Reyster would easily get away again using his connections, money, and status.He realized he needed to become someone more powerful than Reyster Sebastian and that was to fully become the son-in-law of the William family."It will become harder to move if Jaucian and Philip are there to control what I can do. I need complete power," he thought.After discovering many valuable things at Gregory William’s house, Marcus twisted some facts to kick Jaucian and Philip out. Thanks to his acting and knowledge from Gregory’s journal, he effectively deceived everyone, including Jaucian and Philip, making them believe he was the real son-in-law.“So, you too need rest?” Gudofredo asked, gently pushing Margarette’s wheelchair close to the bed where Marcus lay.“That’s what the doctor said. Should I start working regardless?” he asked s
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 99: "Marcus Xu's Death"
At Carlo Roki's residence, the aroma of a homemade dinner filled the air as they sat around the dining table. Carlo, his son Gabriel, an aspiring mayoral candidate, and his wife, Anna, shared a somber meal.Gabriel’s candidacy had been their main focus for months, but tonight, the conversation carried a heavier weight."How's the campaign holding up?" Carlo asked, his voice tinged with concern as he served himself some roasted chicken.Gabriel sighed, pushing his food around his plate. "Not great, Dad. With Marcus Xu’s sudden death, we lost our major endorser. It’s a significant setback. He also promised to fund us, so I really don't know where to start again."Anna looked up, worry etched across her face. "Do you think Marcus Xu’s death is related to the William Group and their succession war?"Gabriel nodded. "It's possible. I doubt his death was simply because of an argument with a colleague. There are too many coincidences. People in power will do anything to keep their hold. It’s
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 100: "Death Benefit"
The scene outside St. Mary's Chapel was chaotic. Reporters and media crews jostled for position, eager to cover the funeral of the Xu brothers—Marcus and Miguel.Cameramen and journalists set up their equipment while microphones were thrust into the faces of anyone willing to speak.Among the crowd were numerous fans, holding candles and placards with pictures of Marcus Xu, the rising star whose untimely death had left his admirers in a state of shock and sadness. Many had gathered to hold a vigil, seeking justice for their idol.Signs reading "Justice for Marcus" and "Pablo Rusto, Surrender!" were held high, a testament to the collective grief and anger."Such a loss," a fan murmured, her eyes red from crying. "He was just getting started. It's so unfair."Another fan nodded, lighting a candle. "Marcus had so much potential. He didn't deserve this. We need justice.""Justice for Marcus! Catch Pablo Rusto!" they chanted, their voices echoing through the streets.A young fan, tears str
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 101: "Mourning before Morning"
Inside Gerald William's grand mansion, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.In a dark room at the far end of the hall, Jesse Harp sat on the floor, a bottle of alcohol in her hand. Her makeup was smeared, mascara was streaking down her cheeks, and her hair was in disarray."Marcus..." she muttered softly.Just thinking of his face made her eyes well up with tears.Her heart broke with a sense of regret and longing for what might have been if circumstances had been different.If only she had met Marcus first, she wondered if she would be the happiest."I know we weren't meant to be, but I didn't expect you'd go away from me like this," she sobbed.She chugged the alcohol and threw the bottle at the huge wedding portrait on her wall.Glaring at Gerald's image in the portrait, she yelled, "You only threatened my previous lovers. Why now kill the one I truly love?" She cried loudly, feeling suffocated. Even if she suspected Gerald behind Marcus's death, she couldn't punish him at all,
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