The Accidental Son-in-law Is A Genius

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The Accidental Son-in-law Is A Genius

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By: Cypborg Ongoing

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You are the sum of your thoughts. Clarke Wiseheart's personae is gentle — as long as he can't get his fists around someone to crush, his feet on someone to trample upon. After two decades in the shadows, Clarke Wiseheart's hunger for absolute power remained unrelenting. When his father gave the signal, Clarke shattered the chains of obscurity, re-entering a treacherous world where only the strongest ruled. As he ascended to his throne, stunned in-laws and those who thought him dead whispered a single question: How did he rise from the ashes?

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Module 1 - NOT AN IOTA OF RESPECT

“And why is the house still so dusty? Oh, Geez, just look at those cobwebs up there!” Mrs. Nate raised her voice.The beautiful looking man walked out of the kitchen and to the living room where his inspector of an aunt-in-law stood, squinting her eyes at every part of the house.With a ragged breath from exhaustion, Clarke explained himself. “Aunty, I had woken up some minutes past six and had to get Winifred's things ready for the studio.” “Just that?” Mrs. Nate snorted. “Ironing her clothes, setting her bathe, cleaning her shoes, aside those what else? Yet you can't even hurry with your wife's task and do what's needed in the house. I'm supposed to roll myself in dirt thanks to the chair being all dusty?!”Yep..she really hated him. Hated this ‘lazy’ man who her niece chose to promise ‘for better, for worse’ to.“I'm sorry, aunty. Let me get onto it now. It wouldn't take long,” Clarke said, moving to get the cleaning equipment. It cost him his last ounce of composure to not sigh o

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Module 1 - NOT AN IOTA OF RESPECT
“And why is the house still so dusty? Oh, Geez, just look at those cobwebs up there!” Mrs. Nate raised her voice.The beautiful looking man walked out of the kitchen and to the living room where his inspector of an aunt-in-law stood, squinting her eyes at every part of the house.With a ragged breath from exhaustion, Clarke explained himself. “Aunty, I had woken up some minutes past six and had to get Winifred's things ready for the studio.” “Just that?” Mrs. Nate snorted. “Ironing her clothes, setting her bathe, cleaning her shoes, aside those what else? Yet you can't even hurry with your wife's task and do what's needed in the house. I'm supposed to roll myself in dirt thanks to the chair being all dusty?!”Yep..she really hated him. Hated this ‘lazy’ man who her niece chose to promise ‘for better, for worse’ to.“I'm sorry, aunty. Let me get onto it now. It wouldn't take long,” Clarke said, moving to get the cleaning equipment. It cost him his last ounce of composure to not sigh o
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Module 2 - SON-IN-LAW WAS RIGHT?
....Clarke steadied himself as he got back on his knees, his face calm despite the outburst. “Ma,” he began, his tone polite yet firm. “I believe you might be experiencing poor blood circulation in your leg. It’s causing the pain and numbness. If you allow me, I can help ease it.”Mrs. Nate scoffed loudly from across the room. “Oh, look at this! Now he’s a doctor too? Michelle, you should let him go before he makes it worse.”Michelle’s suspicious glare lingered on Clarke. But the sharp, pulsating pain in her leg forced her to consider his words. “Fine,” she muttered reluctantly. “But if you make it worse, I’ll make sure you regret it.”Clarke gave a slight nod and retrieved a small pouch from his pocket. Inside were slender acupuncture needles, clean and meticulously stored. The room fell silent as everyone’s eyes turned to him.“What in the world is that?” Mrs. Nate shrieked, stepping forward. “Needles? Are you out of your mind? Are you trying to kill her?”“Aunty, please,” Clarke s
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Module 3 - HER BROTHER-IN-LAW, CLIFFORD
Winifred stepped out of the car, her assistant close behind, holding her tablet and phone as if they were precious artifacts. The morning sun reflected off her brown heeled boots as she adjusted her oversized sunglasses. Her Versace dress hugged her figure, and the brown blazer she wore over it gave her the poised look she always carried.“Wait in the car,” she instructed coolly. “This won’t take long.”“Yes, ma’am,” the assistant replied, stepping back as Winifred sauntered towards the hospital entrance.She wasn’t thrilled about this detour. Contraceptives weren’t exactly something she wanted associated with her name, even in private. But it was necessary. She wasn’t about to let her disastrous marriage to Clarke become even more complicated.As she entered the hospital’s front hall, the cold air-conditioned breeze hit her, along with the unmistakable scent of antiseptic. She wrinkled her nose slightly as her heels clicking against the polished floor. She made her way toward the ph
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Module 4 - HIS WIFE, WINIFRED
Back at the house, Clarke fell into his routine as if no hospital visit or familial confrontation had ever occurred. The soft sound of his tasks filled the rooms as he went about scrubbing the floors, dusting the furniture, and putting the kitchen back in order. By evening, Clarke prepared a light meal and set aside a portion for Michelle’s medicines, knowing she’d need food before taking them. After packing everything neatly into a plate and a tray, he slipped out of the kitchen and made his way up to the woman's room.When he stepped into Michelle’s room, she was seated upright. Seeing him, a slight scowl appeared on her face. She quickly shifted her face to the untouched glass of water beside her.“What are you doing here again?” Though she was weak, her voice was sharp.Clarke approached with his usual calm. “Ma, I noticed you haven’t had much to eat today. The doctor mentioned you’d need food to take your medicines properly, so I brought you something light.”Michelle’s eyes nar
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Module 5 - A KNOCK AT NIGHT
Once the tub was filled and the water steaming with a faint lavender scent, Clarke returned to the bedroom to inform her. Winifred had been lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone, but she got up reluctantly and went to the bathroom. Clarke followed with his usual expression of calm but weariness.As she sank into the warm water, she leaned her head back against the tub’s edge, closing her eyes briefly. “You’re so slow,” she muttered, barely audible but pointed enough to sting.Clarke didn’t respond. He grabbed the sponge and dipped it into the soapy water. As he began gently sponging her back, he caught the faintest shift in her posture, almost like a sigh.Winifred opened her eyes slightly, watching him from the corner of her gaze. Up close, Clarke’s face was striking, handsome in a way that seemed effortless. His strong jawline and quiet intensity really caught her off guard.Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the series of events that had led to this point.The pub. That ni
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Module 6 - A BRIDGE MENDED
Clarke dragged Duke by the arm, pulling him away from the front door and closer to the edge of the porch, where their conversation wouldn't disturb the quiet house. "Why did you come here unannounced?" Clarke demanded.Duke straightened his jacket, brushing off Clarke’s hand like the whole ordeal amused him. “The Grandmaster fainted,” Duke replied. “And, he’s thinking about you, worried about you. That’s why I’m here.”Clarke paused, his breath hitching slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, concerned. Yes, his father had done a lot to him. Hurt him in ways that left scars both visible and invisible. But fainting? The man was old, and despite everything, Clarke didn’t wish him ill.Duke noticed the hesitation in Clarke’s stance and pressed further. “Look, I get it. Grandmaster isn’t exactly your favorite person, but he’s still your father.”Clarke’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he wrestled with his thoughts. “Fine,” he said finally, his voice clipped. “Prepare one of the cho
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Module 7 - SHE STILL CARES
Clarke stepped into the quiet house just as the faint glow of dawn began peeking over the horizon. It was 3 a.m., and the stillness of the house was broken only by the soft shuffle of his footsteps.He quietly pushed open the door to the bedroom, expecting his wife to be asleep, but Winifred was sitting upright with glasses perched on her nose and surrounded by papers.She looked up as he entered. Her sharp eyes narrowed. “Why are you just coming back now?” she asked, her tone biting. “It took you long enough. And why bother coming back at dawn? Why not wait until morning?”Clarke paused, his hand lingering on the doorframe. Before he could answer, she continued, whining. “Should I also be your mother added to being your wife? Am I supposed to be teaching you about security? You’re a grown man, but you act like a baby. Do I have to worry about you every time you step out?”Clarke smiled faintly. Her words were more teasing than truly angry. He didn’t respond right away, instead shrugg
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Module 8 - 6:12 AM. A TEXT FROM DUKE:
The faint light of the morning sun crept into the room, illuminating Clarke’s face as he stirred. His phone buzzed on the nightstand and the soft vibration broke the silence. Groaning, he reached out blindly. His hand fumbled before grabbing it.He squinted at the screen. 6:12 AM. A text from Duke:"Mr. Clarke, urgent. Call me when you wake."Clarke sighed, already feeling the tension creeping back into his muscles. He glanced at where Winifred sat last night and she wasn't there, neither was she in the room. For a moment, he considered ignoring the message. But he knew Duke wouldn’t disturb him without good reason.Sliding out of bed carefully to avoid making any noise, he padded to the window side. His bare feet was sure silent against the cool floor. Once he was far enough from the bedroom door, he tapped Duke’s number.It rang twice before Duke’s voice came through, calm but serious. “Mr. Clarke, we have a problem.”“What now?” Clarke asked, keeping his voice low.“It’s about you
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Module 9 - AN EX- AS GIBSON
The morning sun glinted off Winifred’s car as she pulled up to her studio. The parking lot felt heavier today, as if even the building sensed the growing storm within its walls. She straightened her blazer, took a deep breath, and walked in with her usual commanding presence. Though her mind was already preoccupied.Her manager, Ethan, was waiting for her near the reception area with a expression somber. His usual smile was nowhere to be found, replaced by a worried frown.“Winifred,” he called out, walking toward her briskly. “We need to talk. It’s urgent.”Winifred tilted her head slightly, trying to mask the unease creeping into her chest. “What is it now? Another issue with the scripts?"Ethan shook his head. “No, it’s… it’s Gibson.”Her steps faltered. That name always carried weight. Was it because of his money? Or was it because of how she hurt him? Gibson was her ex, her rich boyfriend who was going to propose to her.She swallowed hard and composed herself quickly. “What abo
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Module 10: DUKE HARLAN
Standing there was Duke.The air around him seemed to electrify the space, silencing even the loudest whispers. Tall, with an imposing presence, Duke was the kind of man who could command a room with a glance. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto Gibson with a calm intensity that sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. He wasn’t dressed like the elite crowd surrounding him; his black shirt and dark slacks were simple, yet somehow he outclassed them all.Winifred froze, her mind reeled. She hadn’t expected him. Not here, not now.The crowd shifted uneasily, unsure of what was about to unfold.“Who is that?” one reporter whispered.“Wait... isn’t that Duke Harlan? The industrialist?” another murmured, eyes wide.Gibson’s smirk faltered for just a second, but he recovered quickly. “Well, this is a surprise,” he said, though his voice betrayed a hint of unease. “Didn’t think someone like you would care about a little scandal.”Duke didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked
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