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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 250: Seed of Doubt.
Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty: The Seed of DoubtGeorgina’s next move was as insidious as it was effective. She knew the key to breaking Chris wasn't just tarnishing his name in the press; she had to sever the one bond that had reluctantly accepted him back—the Brown family itself. If she could turn even his closest allies within the family against him, he would have nowhere left to stand. And she had just the plan.---It began subtly. Georgina started planting seeds of doubt within the walls of the Brown residence. During one of the family dinners, she spoke softly but strategically, her tone carrying just the right amount of disappointment masked as concern.“You know,” she said, sighing and glancing at one of her aunts across the table, “I worry about Chris. He’s been acting so…recklessly lately. It’s like he’s completely lost sight of what it means to be part of this family.”Chris’s uncle, an older gentleman with sharp, discerning eyes, frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”Geor
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 251, The Smear Campaign
Chapter 250: "The Smear Campaign" Georgina leaned back in her leather chair, her gaze fixed on the family portrait hanging in her study. The Browns were a legacy, a dynasty built on power and influence. Yet, somehow, Chris had managed to claw his way back into the family's business sphere, despite every obstacle she had thrown his way. And now, after leaving the Brown residence to live as a live-in son-in-law with the Prestons, he still posed a threat—one she would not allow to grow any further. Chris’s marriage into the Preston family had been her first real break from having him around. His departure from the Brown estate had removed him from the daily family politics, granting her the peace and control she craved. But now, the news of his slow re-emergence into the family business gnawed at her. His influence was growing, and his reputation among certain influential members of the Brown family was improving, even from afar. Georgina couldn’t allow his quiet success to
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 251: Family Unraveled
Chapter 251: Family Unraveled The tension in the Brown family household was at its peak, and Georgina could barely suppress a satisfied smirk as she watched her carefully laid plan unfold. She had stirred up a storm, and now it was all coming down on Chris. It started with a quiet word here, a sharp whisper there, and soon enough, murmurs filled the grand Brown estate like a rising tide. Miller’s wife, Joyce, took the opportunity to make her entrance, her voice carrying as she addressed the family in a quivering, emotional plea. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she recounted her husband’s current situation. “My husband, Miller, is languishing in that horrible prison cell, all because Chris refused to help him,” Joyce sobbed, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her voice was tinged with bitterness, mixed with a heavy dose of frustration. “He could have saved Miller, but he turned his back on family.” Georgina sat back, her fingers steepled together as she let Joyce’s words s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 253: Behind the curtains of deciet
Chapter 253: Behind the Curtains of Deceit Georgina could barely contain her satisfaction as she glanced at Joyce from across the room, her plan unraveling just as she'd envisioned. Joyce was distraught, desperate for any glimmer of hope that might see her husband, Miller, released from prison. Georgina had noticed her sorrowful eyes and trembling voice during family gatherings, her weariness from carrying the shame and struggle of Miller's imprisonment weighing on her shoulders. In Joyce, Georgina saw an opportunity—a pawn who, in her desperation, would do anything to restore her family. And Georgina knew precisely how to fan the flames of Joyce’s desperation to serve her own agenda against Chris. One evening, as the Browns gathered for a family dinner, Georgina slipped next to Joyce, her voice soft but with a purposeful undertone. “You must be exhausted, Joyce. All these burdens—having to manage the family’s disappointment in Miller, raising your children alone. I can’t im
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 254: Clash or Blood and Pride
Chapter 254: The Clash of Blood and Pride Grandfather Brown sat alone in his office, eyes fixed on the polished wood of his desk, but his mind lingered on the accusations swirling around Chris. Despite his attempts to ignore the rumors, the weight of them gnawed at him. He’d heard that Chris was involved with a rising star from MTD, Loreta—a scandal that would surely tarnish the family’s reputation. MTD was directly tied to the Brown family name, and Chris, as president of the company, was expected to represent them with dignity and honor. The whispers of his alleged affair with Loreta were causing a stir that Grandpa Brown could no longer ignore. After all, it was Chris’s investment years ago, during a time of crisis, that had propped up the Brown family. When the family was on the brink of financial ruin, Chris had poured his personal fortune into Brown Enterprises, an act that had ultimately allowed him to be appointed as the president of MTD. Yet, despite this, the f
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 255: The Heavy Silence and shattering revelation
Chapter 255: The Heavy Silence and Shattering Revelations Chris closed the door of his grandfather’s office, his heart pounding with a mixture of frustration and anger. He felt the sting of the harsh words and accusations, the unfair judgments thrown at him without a moment’s pause to hear his side. He wanted to shout, to scream back, but what good would that have done? His grandfather had already made up his mind. As he stepped into the hallway, he caught sight of Joyce and Georgina standing nearby, their faces lighting up with smug satisfaction the moment they saw him. Clearly, they had been eavesdropping, or perhaps they had heard bits and pieces of the conversation between him and Grandfather. Either way, their mocking smirks told him all he needed to know. “Oh, Chris,” Joyce cooed, her voice laced with false sympathy. “It must be so difficult for you to keep up with the family’s standards. Not that you ever did, but we understand. Maybe it’s best if you just… took a ste
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 256; Cousins meet up
Chapter 256; cousins meet up Chris sat on his living room couch, lost in thought, the silence of the house only amplifying the swirl of recent events in his mind. The weight of everything—family issues, business challenges, and the lingering effects of strained relationships—felt like a storm he couldn’t escape. The quiet had become his only constant, a comforting backdrop as he tried to piece together what his next steps should be. He leaned back, letting his gaze drift to the ceiling, and sighed heavily. So much had changed since he had first married into the Preston family, and lately, he’d begun to feel the shift even more intensely. Conversations with Stephany had grown more strained; her once warm eyes now often held a critical gaze, one that felt like it was directed straight through him. And the rest of the family? Well, they hadn’t been subtle with their sentiments either. Just as Chris’s thoughts began to drag him deeper into frustration, his phone vibrated on
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 257; What’s going on in MTD?
Chapter 257: What’s going on in MTD? Chris was jolted awake by the sharp, insistent ringing of his phone. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, the early morning haze still heavy around him. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he saw it was barely 5:30 a.m., and his brain scrambled to piece together why anyone would be calling at this hour. Bleary-eyed, he reached for his phone and squinted at the screen. It was Mrs Grace, his manager at MTD Entertainment. Chris felt a jolt of anxiety surge through him. John wouldn’t call this early unless it was something critical. “Sir, it’s bad,” Mrs Grace voice came through, thick with urgency and stress. “What’s happened?” Chris asked, sitting up, his mind sharpening as he tried to prepare himself for whatever disaster lay ahead. “There’s been a major security breach,” Mrs Grace said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Confidential files—highly sensitive ones—have been leaked. It’s all over social media, and the press i
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360; The Breaking Point
Chapter 360: The Breaking Point It’s the next day after Chris presented himself to the world in his full glory, the media has carried the news both far and near and the Preston’s were still in shock of the revelation. The Preston boardroom was unusually quiet that morning. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting golden stripes across the dark mahogany table. The chairs were all filled—executives, advisors, partners from subsidiaries. But one seat at the head of the table remained empty. Stephany’s seat. Eleanor sat in her usual place, fingers steepled, a slight crease in her brow. She glanced at her watch again. Still no word. Still no daughter. Still no leadership. It had been two days since the gala. Two days since the world discovered that Chris Brown—the quiet son-in-law they mocked—was actually the president of MTD and the force behind Sterling Heritage. Two days since Stephany had vanished. “She’s taking time to think,” Eleanor said qui
359: Stephany’s Spiral
Chapter 359: Stephany’s Spiral Stephnay stepped our. And Chris followed her. The air outside the ballroom was colder than it should’ve been. Stephany’s heels clicked furiously against the marble as she stormed down the corridor, the silk of her gown swishing violently behind her. Her breath came in shallow bursts, not from exertion, but from the ache building in her chest, from the burn in her throat she couldn’t swallow. Everyone had lied to her. Everyone. Her father… who paraded around like he was the reason for the deal, when he was nothing more than a shadow. Her mother… who, for all her sharpness, had encouraged her to chase a stranger, unaware he was already sleeping in her daughter’s bed. Sandra… her friend, her confidante, who had stood by and said nothing while Stephany wept and doubted and begged. And Chris. Chris. The man she insulted. Defended. Hated. Loved. The man who, it turned out, had been ten steps ahead of her the entire time. She pushed
358; after the lights
Chapter 359: After the Lights The ballroom lights dimmed slowly, the last echoes of applause fading into the glittering hush of evening elegance. The crowd had dispersed into small clusters some lingering around the champagne bar, others whispering in stunned awe near the media walls. The air was thick with disbelief, admiration… and a new respect that hadn’t been there before. Chris Brown stepped off the stage like a man who had just laid his past to rest. His face was composed. His shoulders straight. But inside? A storm raged. He didn’t look for her in the crowd. He didn’t need to. He felt her. Stephany. And she was coming. Each step she took echoed like a countdown. He turned slowly to face her, meeting her eyes across the polished marble floor, under chandeliers that suddenly seemed too bright. Her heels clicked to a stop three feet in front of him. She didn’t speak at first. Didn’t blink. She just looked at him like she was seeing a ghost. No… like she was seei
357 the speech
Chapter 358: The Speech The ballroom, moments before electric with noise, now pulsed with stunned silence. The man everyone had ignored, mocked, and dismissed… stood before them. No longer in the shadows. No longer “just a son-in-law.” Chris Brown. The President of MTD Enterprises.If not because Sandra herself introduced him, no one would believe he was the owner of Sterling, the one calling the shots. The man who had, without the Preston name, without favors or inheritance, built a corporate empire that now stood at the helm of Preston Holdings’ salvation. He stepped up to the stage, his black tux catching the soft gold light of the chandeliers above. Calm, composed, magnetic. He didn’t need a grand entrance. He was the moment. The microphone felt cool in his hand as he brought it close. “Good evening,” he began, his voice smooth, quiet, but undeniably strong. The crowd leaned in. “I’ll keep this brief,” he continued. “I know the wine is flowing, and so
356; president on a bike
Chapter 356: The President on a Bike The Grand New York Ballroom shimmered with opulence. Glittering chandeliers hung like frozen stars above the gold-accented floor. Guests milled about in tuxedos and flowing gowns, laughter and polite applause filling the space as media crews tried to capture every angle. Business moguls, celebrities, and dignitaries gathered, sipping champagne and posing for press photos beneath the towering banners that read: “The New Preston Empire – Gala of Legacy and Innovation.” Charles Preston stood front and center, basking in the glow of attention. His tailored white suit gleamed under the lights, and he wore a practiced smile that hadn’t wavered since the event began. Every reporter, every business associate—he greeted them all with open arms and exaggerated humility. “I just did what any visionary would do,” Charles said during an interview, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder. “The expansion was necessary. And thanks to our trusted par
355; a night of glass And gold
Chapter 355: A night of glass and gold. Add her mother pushes her to welcome him The Grand New York Ballroom shimmered like a crown jewel in the heart of Manhattan. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto mirrored floors, casting glittering illusions across a sea of tuxedos and couture gowns. The air was thick with cologne, champagne, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition. It was a night carved out for legends. And Charles Preston was ready to claim it. "Smile, Mr. Preston!" "Over here, Charles!" "The face behind Preston’s comeback!" Charles grinned wide, adjusting his cufflinks as camera flashes burst in succession. Reporters flanked the red carpet, microphones stretched forward like spears as he paused just long enough for the spotlight to settle comfortably on him. “Yes,” he said with polished ease, “we’re very proud of the progress Preston Holdings has made this year. Tonight is about celebrating that growth—and the vision that brought us here.”
354: Behind the Velvet curtain
Chapter 354: Behind the Velvet Curtain The night shimmered like a stage awaiting its lead actor. Inside the Grand Ballroom at the Empire Crown Hotel, chandeliers sparkled above a sea of elegantly dressed guests. Velvet drapes framed tall windows, and gold, edged mirrors gave the illusion of endless luxury. A symphony quartet played in the background, their music crisp, purposeful like the gala itself. This wasn't just a party. It was war with lace gloves and champagne. And behind the scenes, the generals were preparing. Connor Shaw, head of the Metropolitan Police and Chris’s long, time ally, stood in the back service corridor of the hotel, earpiece in, tablet in hand. His eyes weren’t on the stage. They were on security feeds. “I want eyes on every major entrance,” he said into the comms. “Check for duplicates of the guest list, especially near the back elevators. Nothing gets past us tonight.” He wasn’t here in uniform. He was dressed in a black tailored suit
353; The interruption
Chapter 353: The Interruption The city glowed with twilight as the sun bowed behind glass towers and flashing billboards, preparing to hand the stage over to a night of prestige, power, and unveiling. The Preston Expansion Gala was just hours away, and every detail had been scrutinized to perfection—down to the shimmer of champagne and the alignment of name cards. But Chris never made it to the venue. Not yet. He had left the penthouse in his tailored suit, calm and resolved, his presence a storm wrapped in elegance. The drive his most trusted escort had been instructed to take the back route, avoiding media hotspots. It was supposed to be quiet. Controlled. But power always attracts chaos. And Chris never saw it coming. As the car approached an underpass just twenty minutes from the gala hall, a black SUV swerved from nowhere, cutting them off. Before the driver could react, another vehicle blocked them from behind. Then darkness. Metal clashed. Tires screeched. Doors fl
352: the call of blood
Chapter 352: The Call of Blood The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Chris's penthouse office, casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. He stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline, his reflection a ghostly overlay against the bustling world beyond. The news had broken earlier that day: the elusive president of MTD was also the owner of Sterling Heritage and would be making a public appearance at the Preston gala. His phone buzzed on the desk behind him, a persistent vibration that refused to be ignored. Chris turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he saw the caller ID: "Grandpa Brown." A sigh escaped his lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved tensions. He picked up the phone, the device cool against his palm, and answered with a measured tone. "Grandpa." The voice on the other end was sharp, tinged with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Christopher, care to explain why I had to find out from the p
