Rise Of The Forsaken Son In Law

Chapter 2

Adam couldn’t shake the memory of the call he had on the previous day. That low, calm voice, the mention of a proposition.

The only question that filled him... Who could it be? No one had ever offered him a way out, since his first time inti the adulthood race.

 He was used to being overlooked, dismissed, mocked by others. But the stranger’s tone was unlike anything he’d ever heard once before—a mixture of confidence and mystery, as if they knew something about him he didn’t even know himself well enough.

All day, he wrestled with his thoughts.

 Should he go? Was it safe for him to make this decision? 

But when evening arrived, he felt a determination he hadn’t felt in years. He had nothing left to loose this time, since his life was have gone. If someone could give him a chance to escape this miserable existence, he had to at least hear them out.

So, just before seven, Adam slipped on a jacket and left his tiny apartment, hoping that no one from the Taylor family would ask where he was going to this time. 

Not that they ever cared about his well being.

The address led him to an old, upscale hotel in a quieter part of the lonely town.

 The lobby was all polished marble and gold accents, the kind of place where important business deals were struck behind closed doors. 

The receptionist eyed him suspiciously as he crossed the grand lobby, probably wondering if he’d wandered in by mistake.

He stepped into the elevator, heart pounding heavily in his chest. 

Floor seventeen. Room 1704.

The elevator ride was silent and calm, every passing floor increasing his nerves. As the doors opened, he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, finding Room 1704 at the end. He took a deep breath and knocked on the beautiful marble door.

The door opened almost instantly. A tall, well-dressed man in his forties looked him over with a keen, assessing gaze. His dark suit was perfectly well tailored, his shoes polished to a mirror shine, shining my reflection on it. 

Everything about him screamed power and wealth.

“Mr. Reed,” the man greeted, his tone warm but unreadable. He stepped aside, gesturing for Adam to enter the room, with so much respect.

Adam stepped in cautiously. The room was furnished elegantly, with a view overlooking the city dim lights. A table was set up near the window, and on it lay a thick folder, closed and waiting. The man shut the door behind them, and Adam felt a strange mixture of curiosity and anxiety simmering within his inner self, with her heart sending warnings.

“Please, have a seat sir Reed,” the man said, motioning to the chair across from him.

Adam took the seat this time, still unsure if he’d made the right choice by coming here without telling anyone. He looked at the man, hoping for some hint of who he was or what this was about, but the man’s expression gave nothing away.

" I go by the name Marcus Caldwell,” he said finally, sitting down across from Adam. “I represent certain… interests. People who prefer to work outside of traditional channels.”

Adam frowned to the Man word, since it sounded so odd and strange.

 “What does that mean? And why did you call me here at the first place?”

Marcus smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes, while adam gave an opposite reaction.

“It means I’m here to offer you an opportunity, Adam. A way to change your life for good. We know who you are, the struggles you’ve endured, the way you’re treated by the Taylors family."

Adam’s frown deepened, an uncomfortable feeling twisting in his gut. 

“How do you know all of that?” Adam laughed.

“Let’s just say I have my own way." Marcus steepled his fingers, leaning forward. “But I didn’t bring you here to discuss the past or make you feel bad. I brought you here to talk about the future and also how, with the right support, you could be free from the Taylors once and for all.”

Adam’s pulse quickened. The words free from the Taylors sounded almost too good to be true. But he couldn’t just believe a stranger’s promises without understanding the cost.

“And in exchange for this… freedom, what would you want from my poor self?”

Marcus’s smile widened, as if he’d been waiting for the question to appear for a very long time.

He slid the folder across the table, tapping it lightly. 

"Inside this folder is a series of opportunities. Investments, business ventures, properties. My clients are interested in finding someone with drive, someone willing to work hard to transform these ideas into real profits. I believe that someone could be you.”

Adam’s eyes drifted to the folder. He didn’t open it, afraid that if he did, he might be swept up in dreams he couldn’t afford to indulge. This couldn’t be real. He was nobody—an outcast, a disappointment. Why would anyone choose him?

“Why me?” Adam asked quietly. “I don’t have a background in business. I don’t even have money.”

Marcus leaned back, his gaze steady. “Sometimes, potential isn’t about what you have—it’s about what you’re willing to become. I know enough to see you’re desperate for a change. That desperation, that drive, can be far more valuable than experience. I believe you could prove everyone wrong and rise to the top.”

Adam’s throat felt tight. A part of him wanted to snatch the folder and agree to whatever Marcus was offering. But another part of him—the part beaten down by years of Taylor-family ridicule—kept insisting that this was all a cruel joke, a trap to humiliate him further.

“What would I have to do?” he asked finally, voice barely more than a whisper.

“Work,” Marcus replied simply. “Harder than you’ve ever worked in your life. You’ll be given resources, contacts, and guidance. But success will depend on you, and you alone. In six months, I’ll return to assess your progress. If you’ve managed to turn a profit on these ventures, you keep everything. If not…” He shrugged, as if the outcome were of no consequence to him. “Then we’ll part ways, and you’ll be free to go back to whatever life you can manage.”

Adam’s heart pounded. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. The kind of opportunity people only dreamed about. But he also knew it wasn’t going to be easy. The path ahead was likely full of challenges, mistakes, and sacrifices.

He reached for the folder, hesitating for just a moment before he opened it. Inside were documents detailing small businesses, properties, and investment leads. It was as if Marcus was handing him a roadmap to success—all he had to do was follow it. 

“Do you accept this offer?” Marcus asked, his voice steady and calm.

Adam looked up, meeting Marcus’s gaze. For the first time in years, he felt a flicker of something he’d thought he’d lost—a sense of hope, of possibility.

“Yes,” he said, the word coming out firmer than he expected. 

“I accept with everything within myself.”

Marcus nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, with his hand front to deal the business.

“Good. Then let’s get started, Mr. Reed. Welcome to your new life.”