Son In Law to Secret Heir

"I swear by his deceased father," he sneered softly, frustration evident as he bent at the waist to pick up the bra she had discarded on the floor the previous night. "One day, I will endure all the torment and exact revenge on you, spoiled bitch," he huffed, tossing the bra over his shoulder and moving to tidy the disarray around the room. He diligently followed the instructions she had given him before heading to the office that morning.Could he truly believe that someone like Naira, in charge of the family business, would create such a mess in her room just due to her usual untidiness? It didn't add up. Something felt amiss, and a significant part of that was him.He was convinced that she had intentionally orchestrated this entire situation – a scheme to belittle him, diminish his significance, and exploit him as an unpaid cleaner. Surprisingly, despite being married, she treated him more like a household help than a husband. The marriage papers they had signed seemed almost inco

It felt as if the universe had tuned into his inner thoughts, with no intention of allowing him another opportunity to feel regret. The phone's ring broke the moment, announcing another call from the same number. This time, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Melvin's lips, a glimmer of anticipation or curiosity crossing his face."Hello." He spoke, pressing the phone next to his ear. A shaky, tired voice echoed from the other end of the line, carrying the words "My dear grandson!" After such a long time, hearing those words sent a chill down his spine, as if a wave of emotions and memories had suddenly surged back into his consciousness. There was a quality in the voice that caused Melvin to set aside the past and fixate solely on the current situation, on what might be troubling his grandfather. Why wasn't his voice its usual self?"Are you okay, grandpa?" Melvin's voice, laced with concern, broke in. He couldn't recall a time when his grandfather had sounded so frail, not even

With a sigh that carried a mix of frustration and resignation, he muttered to himself, the sound a private outlet for his emotions, his pride smarting from the recent humiliation he had endured.As his fingers deftly smoothed the sheets, making the bed with mechanical precision, he processed the conflicting feelings that churned within him. Amid the flurry of his thoughts, Melvin's phone buzzed with a reminder that cut through the haze. The text message illuminated his screen, a stark reminder of his obligation to be present at the office that day—his own office. "Oh, how can I forget that," he berated himself, his palm meeting his forehead in a light slap that resonated with a mixture of surprise. He hastened to get ready.Rushing through his preparations, Melvin arrived at his office with a sense of urgency coursing through his veins. He had taken the effort to dress smartly, a crisp white shirt neatly tucked into his black pants. A smile adorned his lips, a clear reflection of h

The manager opened the door and stepped away, making room for him to enter. A feeling of old memories filled the air around him. When Melvin walked in, the elderly man sat up from the back leather seat, stood with energy, and walked over to Melvin, arms open wide. He was very happy to see his grandson and gave him a big, warm hug."Oh, my Melvin... It's so good to have you back," he said, hugging him tightly and showing how much he cared.The old man embraced Melvin warmly, showing how much he cared. Melvin's feelings were a bit mixed. He remembered how this very person had caused him a lot of trouble, making him angry. Those memories from the past made the hug feel uncomfortable, and he pulled back a little, the past flooding back in his mind."Thanks!" Melvin's voice held brevity as he acknowledged the warm hug. He kept his emotions guarded, a reserve he had mastered over time. However, his grandfather, perceptive as ever, noticed the distance in Melvin's response.The old man's ey

Melvin remained seated in the plush leather chair, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief etched across his face as he observed his grandfather. The old man's countenance radiated with a rare and unbridled joy, a vibrant flush of happiness suffusing his features. The words that had left his grandfather's lips resonated in Melvin's ears like a melodic tune, "CEO of the company!"Melvin grappled with the question that swirled within his mind like an elusive wisp of smoke. Was this a dream, a fantastical reverie conjured by his imagination, or had reality taken an astonishing twist? Just that very morning, he had endured the sting of humiliation, bearing the weight of his perceived lowly status. Now, he found himself perched at the pinnacle of the corporate hierarchy, bearing the esteemed title of CEO. It was almost too much to fathom.Melvin's thoughts raced, racing like a whirlwind through the chasm of his mind. Could it truly be this simple? The abrupt transformation of his fate le