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The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 17
As Esther turned to leave, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne and orange juice hurried past, his attention split between the delicate glasses balancing on the tray and the crowded room ahead. He didn’t see Esther step into his path until it was too late. The tray collided with her shoulder, sending a cascade of orange juice and champagne into the air. The liquid splashed across Esther’s dress, and, in a moment of chaos, she stumbled backward—straight into Simon. His shirt soaked up the mess, the sticky liquid soaking through the fabric. Time seemed to freeze for a second as Simon, his posture stiff, stared down at the stain spreading across his chest. His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened in barely concealed irritation.The waiter paled instantly, his hands shaking as he hurried to apologize. "I—I’m so sorry, sir! It was an accident, I didn’t—"Simon waved him off with a cold look. "It’s fine." His voice was sharp, curt, and final as if the very effort of speaking was a test o
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 18
Simon stood before the bathroom mirror, his gaze steady as he dialed Beckley’s number. His reflection remained composed, though his mind was calculating every detail of what was to come. “Beckley,” Simon said, his tone smooth yet commanding. “I need a favor. Bring me the most popular male celebrity present at this event. Have him meet me in the men’s bathroom. Immediately.”Beckley responded with his usual promptness. “Consider it done, young master. He’ll be there in two to three minutes.”Simon slipped his phone back into his pocket, his jaw tightening as he awaited the final piece of his plan. Minutes later, Paris, a well-known celebrity with a sharp, charismatic presence, entered the bathroom. His every movement screamed confidence, a man used to attention and luxury. He smirked when he saw Simon, curious yet unbothered.“Mr. Simon,” Paris greeted casually. “What’s this about?”Simon wasted no time with small talk. “I need you to help me with something. You’ll be compensated gene
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 19
Esther sat on the cold floor, her face streaked with tears, her once-neatly styled hair now a tangled mess. Her clothes clung to her, wrinkled and soiled from the fall. Her chest heaved with uneven sobs, her trembling hands barely able to wipe away the tears. The hallway that had been crowded moments ago was now eerily silent, save for the distant echo of shoes tapping as people walked away, laughing at her as if she were a spectacle.For a moment, she stayed there, too humiliated to move, her heart pounding in her ears. Then, she felt a shadow loom over her. Looking up through her tear-streaked eyes, she saw Simon standing above her. His cold, calculating eyes bore into her as he crouched down, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. His lips curled into a sneer.“Esther,” he began, his voice dripping with disdain. “The next time you want to play these dirty, childish games, you better find someone else as your partner. Do you understand me, idiot?” His grip tightene
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 20
He unlocked the phone and saw a message from Del, his assistant: "Business meeting with foreign investors at Socok Club, 4 p.m."His jaw tightened as he read the message. Midnight. It wasn’t even morning yet, and already the weight of his schedule was pressing down on him. He fired off a terse reply: "Ok."He threw the phone on the bed beside him, running a hand over his face, the frustration simmering beneath his cool exterior. “Why the hell is Del messaging me at midnight?” he muttered to himself. This wasn’t the first time she’d disrupted what little downtime he had.Gosh, Del is such an annoying assistant, he thought bitterly. Always sending reminders at the worst times.He felt a pang of guilt almost immediately. Del wasn’t incompetent—far from it. She handled his chaotic schedule and endless demands better than anyone else ever had. But lately, everything felt overwhelming. No matter how well things went, there was always something new to deal with, some meeting, some investor,
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 21
The drive home blurred into a haze of streetlights and buildings as his thoughts churned. By the time he pulled into the driveway, his jaw was clenched, and his fingers ached from gripping the wheel too tightly.He needed to keep it together for his mother. He couldn’t let her see how rattled he was.Inside the house, the familiar smell of dinner welcomed him, along with the comforting sight of his mother and Cass already seated at the dining table. His mother looked healthier than ever, her cheeks flushed with color, a far cry from the pale and fragile woman she had been months ago. Simon allowed himself a small moment of relief. At least she was okay.Cass gave him a warm smile as he sat down, her eyes sparkling with their usual kindness. She had always been a rock in their lives, especially during his mother’s illness, and Simon was grateful for her presence. Dinner passed quietly, with only a soft conversation between his mother and Cass filling the room. Simon participated, but h
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 22
“Ms. Helen, you’re actually not caging me here,” Cass said with a warm smile, her voice soft yet sincere. “I honestly feel like I’m part of your family. You make me feel at home.”Ms. Helen’s eyes softened, touched by Cass’s words. She reached out and patted Cass’s hand with a gentle squeeze. “Well, that’s lovely to hear, dear,” she said in her kind, motherly tone. “I want you to feel comfortable here like you belong.”“Thank you so much for the offer,” Cass continued, her expression bright with gratitude. “I’d love to work as a part-time nurse from 10 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon at a care home nearby, so you wouldn’t have to worry about my hours conflicting with your needs.”“That’s good to hear,” Ms. Helen replied with a nod, a hint of relief in her voice. She stretched her arms gently, already looking a bit drowsy. “I think I’m going to take a nap now, dear.”“Of course, Ms. Helen,” Cass replied, standing up and offering her arm. “Let me help you get settled.”Cass guided
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 23
As Simon drifted into a deep, unbothered sleep, Beckley was awake, stirring up storms behind the scenes. Midnight was Beckley’s hour, and he used it well, pulling strings to dismantle Jerry’s life piece by piece. By morning, the effects of his work were visible, sending Jerry’s life into a tailspin.News broke early. A video of Jerry had surfaced online, showing him arrogantly mocking and shoving a group of frail beggars near Socok Club's entrance. The footage, brutal in its clarity, spread like wildfire. The once-polished image of Jerry crumbled as thousands of people watched and shared the clip, each comment and repost tarnishing his reputation further. Jerry's name quickly became the subject of ridicule, hashtags trending with calls for accountability. For a man who thrived on image and status, the public disgrace was devastating.Desperate, Jerry stumbled toward the club later that morning, hoping to reclaim some of his old authority. He walked in, his usual cocky demeanor shaken
The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence Chapter 24
The VIP section of the club oozed luxury. Soft, golden lighting highlighted the opulence of the space—marble floors, sleek leather chairs, and low tables scattered with bottles of wine worth more than most people’s monthly salaries. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the faint tang of alcohol. Simon leaned back in his chair, his fingers loosely gripping a glass of wine, his sharp gaze watching the scene before him. Influential men, the so-called titans of industry, lounged at their tables, each surrounded by women eager to please. Their laughter and flirtations filled the air, but Simon barely paid attention. His lips curled into a smirk as he observed one older man struggling to keep up with the affections of three women at once. The fact that this man and his wife are the role model couple of the city.Disgusting, he thought. The moment was interrupted as Daniel poured more wine into his glass with a grin. Lifting his own glass, Daniel said, “Cheers, Simon. To deals an
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The Grandiose Hotel glimmered like a monument to wealth and status. Its glass façade reflected the skyline like a mirror—clean, cold, and unbothered. Luxury cars lined the front entrance, and bellhops in white gloves flitted between guests like well-trained dancers. Inside, the lobby was all marble and murmurs—fountains whispering, jazz playing low, the perfume of old money lingering in the air.Simon stepped out of his matte black SUV with the quiet confidence of a man who’d earned every inch of his success. No entourage. No need for theatrics. Just a tailored charcoal blazer, black trousers, leather duffel in hand. He walked with purpose, but not urgency—each step echoing across the polished stone like it belonged there.He had a reservation. Penthouse suite. Paid in full. Arranged weeks in advance.But Manager Thornton didn’t see any of that.Thornton stood behind the check-in counter like a gatekeeper to some sacred temple—immaculately dressed, thin-rimmed glasses perched on a nar
Chapter 43
The moment the tabloid published their final blow against Simon, they thought they had won.Their headline, plastered across every social media feed, screamed scandal."INSIDER REVEALS THE TRUTH ABOUT SIMON—THE DARK SECRETS HE’S HIDING!"The article detailed fabricated accusations, complete with a fake whistleblower who claimed to have worked closely with Simon. It was their smoking gun—the final piece to destroy his reputation.For a few hours, they celebrated.For a few hours, the internet lost its mind.For a few hours, Simon let them believe they had won.Then, at precisely 9:00 PM the following day, Simon set the trap off.His post was simple, yet devastating."Well, that was easy. Let me show you something interesting."Attached was a video.The internet froze as they clicked.The first clip was security footage—the so-called whistleblower, caught on camera in a private meeting with the tabloid’s editor, receiving a hefty cash envelope. The audio was crisp, undeniable.Editor: "
Chapter 42
Later that day, Simon sat at the head of the long glass conference table, the city skyline stretching behind him like a kingdom under his control. But tonight, it wasn’t control he was interested in. It was revenge.The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the glow of multiple laptop screens and the sleek, high-tech dashboard displayed on the massive wall monitor. His team—handpicked, ruthless, and the best in their fields—were locked in, fingers flying across keyboards, scanning through data, tracking digital footprints.The source of the attack had to be found. And it had to be done fast.Rachel stood at his right, arms crossed. “We’ve confirmed the tabloid was paid to run the story.”Simon raised an eyebrow. “Paid?”She nodded, pulling up a financial record on her tablet. “A large anonymous deposit hit their accounts three weeks ago. Offshore. Routed through multiple shell companies.”Simon’s lips curved into a small smirk. “Someone’s playing dirty.”Rachel sighed. “T
Chapter 41
Simon Heathrow had built his mornings around discipline. No distractions before 7 AM. No unnecessary noise. Just a strong espresso, a workout, and time to strategize for the day ahead. But that morning, something was off. The silence of his penthouse felt too heavy, like a storm waiting to break. Then his phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then non-stop. At first, he ignored it, brushing off the urgency as just another business deal needing his approval. But when the vibrations continued, stacking one notification over another, he reached for the device with a slight frown. Simon barely had time to unlock his screen before the first headline burned into his vision: “EXCLUSIVE: Billionaire Simon Heathrow’s Shocking Double Life—Fraud, Scandals, and Secret Affairs” His brows lifted, the words almost amusing in their audacity. Fraud? Scandals? Affairs? The hell was this? Another notification appeared. Then another. “Simon, what is going on?” — A well-respected invest
Chapter 40
Ash leaned back in her leather chair, the glow of her laptop screen illuminating the smirk playing on her lips. Outside, the cityscape of their new home stretched endlessly, a world away from the place where Simon had humiliated her. But distance wasn’t enough—she wanted more. She wanted revenge.The tabloid's editor sat across from her, sweating under the weight of the offer she had just presented. He was a wiry man with sunken eyes, his desperation barely concealed beneath a thin layer of professionalism. The publication he ran was on its last legs—circulation had plummeted, lawsuits were stacking up, and advertisers were fleeing.But now? Now, he had a lifeline. A golden opportunity.“You’re telling me,” he said, voice low, calculating, “you want us to run an exposé on Simon Heathrow?”Ash swirled the wine in her glass, enjoying his hesitation. “Not just any exposé, Jonathan. I want something that will bury him. A full-blown scandal. Something so devastating, so irrefutable, that t
Chapter 39
Kingston exhaled sharply and rolled his shoulders back, forcing his expression into something resembling indifference.“Alright, so the guy lifts,” he muttered, forcing out a dry chuckle. “Doesn’t mean anything.”Derek scoffed, shaking his head. “Doesn’t mean anything? Dude, did you see that? That wasn’t just lifting. That was Navarro-level lifting.”Kingston’s stomach twisted at the name.Navarro.The world-class athlete. The legend.Simon wasn’t just training with a pro—he was training with the pro.And that wasn’t something money alone could buy.Derek crossed his arms. “When the hell did Simon even start training? Last I checked, the guy wasn’t exactly living in luxury.”Jordan nodded. “Yeah, man. Something’s up.”Kingston swallowed back his frustration, but it was boiling over.He needed to know.How had Simon changed so much?And, more importantly—how had he kept it hidden from them for so long?Just then, a low murmur rippled through the gym.Kingston turned, his frown deepenin
Chapter 38
Kingston refused to believe it.Simon might have gotten lucky—a sponsorship, an inheritance, a favor from someone powerful.That was the only explanation.And Kingston was going to prove it.He forced a smirk and called out, “You’ve really stepped it up, huh, Simon?”Simon finished his last rep, then turned to face them.His face was calm. Measured. Like he already knew what Kingston was trying to do.“I have.”His voice was even. Unshaken.Kingston crossed his arms, raising a brow. “What, finally got some extra cash? Who’s funding this little glow-up?”Derek and Jordan exchanged glances, sensing the tension.Simon, however, just tilted his head slightly. “And why does that matter to you?”Kingston felt his smirk falter for a split second.Simon’s response wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t angry.It was genuinely indifferent.Like he couldn’t care less what Kingston thought.That—that was new.Jordan cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. “Man, we’re just surprised. Last time we sa
Chapter 37
Kingston and his gang made their way into the private training area.The private training area was sleek and cutting-edge—a space reserved for the wealthiest members who had their own personal trainers. It was quieter than the main gym, designed for those who actually took fitness seriously instead of just posing for social media.And there, standing in front of a mirror-lined weight rack, was Simon.He wasn’t posing.He wasn’t scrolling through his phone.He was training.Kingston barely recognized him.This wasn’t the skinny, exhausted guy that was Ash’s husband, begging for a weekly allowance and jobless fellow.This Simon was built.His form was precise, his muscles flexing as he moved from one exercise to the next with calculated efficiency. No wasted movements. No unnecessary breaks.Like a man who had done this a thousand times before.And then, as if sensing them, Simon turned.For the first time that day, their eyes met.There was no surprise on Simon’s face. No awkward hesit
Chapter 36
The Aurum Elite Sports Club wasn’t just a gym—it was a sanctuary for the ultra-wealthy. It was where CEOs, celebrities, and heirs to billion-dollar fortunes came to sculpt their bodies while subtly reminding everyone else that they belonged to a different world.Even the air smelled expensive—a blend of fresh eucalyptus, imported leather, and the faintest trace of arrogance.In the private lounge, a group of young men lounged in plush chairs, dressed in custom club robes embroidered with their initials. They weren’t here to train. They were here to be seen.At the center of the group was Kingston, one of Ash’s friends when she was still rich, a trust-fund golden boy with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and an ego even sharper. He leaned back, swirling a protein shake like it was a glass of aged whiskey."Man," Jordan sighed, stretching lazily. "I love this place. You don’t even have to lift a weight, and people still respect you."Kingston smirked. "That’s because they know we be
