THE VENGEFUL SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 3

Harvey woke up, disoriented, on a moving train bound for a distant county. He frantically searched his pockets and discovered a passport and personal documents, but with a different name and his own face.

He had always known Margaret had a vendetta against him, but now she was stealing his very identity. As he turned to assess his surroundings, he noticed the unsettling gazes of unfamiliar faces fixed upon him. In that moment, he realized he must proceed with caution, for they were there to ensure he never returned to the city.

Harvey had to find a way to escape. As soon as they reached the train station, he quickly hopped into a taxi, not knowing where to go, but desperate to get away. He couldn't contact anyone since his number had been changed, erasing all his contacts.

Harvey tried to stay composed, but then he received a call. Hesitant at first, he suspected it was Margaret, he answered, only to hear a strange voice on the other end. It turned out to be someone claiming to be his father's associate.

As Harvey tried to gather more information, he suddenly heard a loud crash behind him. A car had ambushed the men who were following him, mistaking it for a robbery. Panicking, he shouted at the driver to go faster, but they caught up with him and launched a surprise attack.

They were covered in ski masks, insisting, "Get in, Mr. Price. We're here to keep you safe." Harvey hesitated, but their persuasive argument came in the form of a gun.

Harvey couldn't fathom who would want to protect him, making it hard for him to believe. Though he didn't know their destination, at least Margaret's men had lost track of him.

"Where are you taking me? How much did they pay to make me disappear? I promise I'll pay double. I'll find the money and be forever grateful to all of you." His pleas fell on deaf ears, except for one person with a gun to his head, demanding silence.

They brought him to a hidden Cabin in the Woods, the perfect place to disappear. Before he could ask more questions, one of the men shoved him forward, leading him to an underground staircase. They left him with a sealed envelope.

Harvey stood before a locked door, desperate to open it. Frantically, he tore open the envelope, but his focus shifted to the password information inside.

Without hesitation, Harvey entered the password and the door swung open. What he found inside was beyond his wildest imagination. It was a majestic room with an eerie atmosphere, but that wasn't the most startling part. Sitting around a round table were six men, their eyes fixed on him, their silence deafening. 

Summoning his courage, Harvey broke the silence. "What is this place?" he asked, trying to appear brave.

The leader of the group spoke, his voice commanding. "Come closer, Harvey Price, and show respect to the men who will make all your problems disappear."

Harvey obeyed, approaching them cautiously. "This may seem strange, but your father was one of us. As his son, you now inherit his legacy," one of the men revealed.

"We are here to protect you, son," another added, their words hanging in the air.

Harvey couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of secret cult. His voice trembled with strength as he questioned, "If you're really who you say you are, why did it take so long for you to come to my rescue? Do you have any idea what I've been through?"

The men exchanged glances before one of them spoke, his tone filled with a mix of disappointment and resolve. "Harvey, you have only yourself to blame for that. We could only intervene when we were certain you were ready to do whatever it took to reclaim what was rightfully yours. We almost lost hope."

Another man chimed in, revealing the truth behind his father's actions. "Your father established this club because he knew that after his demise, people would come after you. He had enemies, determined to see everything he built crumble."

"And when that day comes,when you're ready to exact your revenge, you'll need all the help you can get. But remember, there are a few rules to follow, my friend. If you think you're up to the task, then get ready to become an elite member. You'll be the youngest among us, making your mark."

 "We know you have countless questions, but for now, you only get one answer. The rest will unfold in due time. So choose your next word wisely, Harvey," they whispered, their voices filled with mystery. Harvey's mind raced, overwhelmed by the weight of his choices, as he paced back and forth, lost in thought.

"Harvey, we don't have time for games," one of them sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance. Harvey couldn't ignore the man's disdainful gaze, sensing a deep-seated grudge. He vowed to unravel the secrets and confront the reasons behind the animosity.

"I need to know what happened to Monica," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

They exchanged wary glances, unsure of his decision. "Are you sure that's what you want to find out right now? We don't see how it'll do you any good," they disapproved, their skepticism evident.

"I don't care," he snapped, his tone firm and resolute.

They pointed to a box labeled with Monica's name, containing the answers he sought. But unlocking it required the collaboration of all six members. He snatched the box, eager to uncover the truth.

Left alone, he sifted through its contents, stumbling upon a treasure trove of shocking revelations. The day Monica vanished, she had reached out to him, exposing dark secrets about his father's death and dropping the bombshell that she was carrying his child. She gave birth, but from that moment on, she vanished without a trace.

Margaret and Serena were behind her sudden disappearance, and as for the whereabouts of the baby, after she gave birth, he was taken away from her with no trace of any adoption and where he ended up.

 But one question haunted him: Who was the father of Monica's child? Monica never hid the fact that she had an affair with his father, Anthony Price. If there was any chance she was still alive, he had to find her, and this child could possibly be his brother. 

He frantically searched through the box, but it yielded no evidence. Suddenly, his phone chimed, indicating a message. Margaret wasn't kidding; she had wired the transfer of the money. Harvey stared at the boxes containing the answers to all his burning questions, but formidable forces stood in his way, preventing him from obtaining the truth.

Harvey has meticulously devised a plan to reclaim his father's stolen company from the clutches of Darby. Determined to exact his revenge on Serena and Margaret, he intends to strike them with such force that they will be left bewildered. 

Suddenly, his attention is drawn to something that falls to the floor. As he stoops down to retrieve it, he realizes it is a photograph of a woman. To his astonishment, it is the very same picture he had seen attached to the case file of his alleged birth mother.