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Hermione and Alison stood up simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the TV in shock. Hermione, holding her baby, quickly set the child down and moved closer to the screen. “Oh my God, Mom, what’s going on?! Dylan is on the screen! What’s happening?!” she shouted, turning to her mother for answers. Sharon, equally stunned, gulped and struggled to comprehend the situation. Her breaths came in short, heavy gasps as she shook her head. “I have no idea, Hermione! We’re both seeing the same thing!” Hermione took a shaky breath, her eyes wide as she turned back to the screen. There, Dylan stood, facing the crowd and the camera with a smirk that made him look impossibly handsome. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. “Surely… it can’t be his twin, right? This doesn’t make any sense,” she murmured, still fixated on the image. Sharon looked away briefly, blinking as she tried to make sense of the revelations. “Come to think of it, Dylan really was the one who made that contract possible, and he bo
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Dylan had endured a grueling day, and as he finally arrived home, a genuine smile spread across his face upon seeing Allison waiting for him. The moment he walked through the door, she rushed to him, enveloping him in a brief, warm hug. However, her smile quickly faded into a frown as she pulled away. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “How could you keep this from me for so long?” Before Dylan could respond, Stephanie, who had been observing the exchange, interjected with a disapproving look. “He kept it from all of us, including me, his godmother.” Dylan responded with a gentle kiss on Allison’s forehead, his eyes filled with affection. “Well, you know now, don’t you? Sometimes, it’s best to leave certain things in the past and focus on moving forward.” At that moment, Madame Beth cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. Maya, with a beaming smile, walked over to her father, who happily lifted her into his arms. Daddy
The Ruthless Son-in-law one
Welcome to Flame Hills city in Melrovia where the poor and wretched find it hard to fit in. It's a city having different estates and skyscraper building in different forms and shapes.A place were poverty stricken people can't afford.Among the five richest family was the one at the lowest called the Harpers. Madame Sharon Harper was among the most beautiful even in her late forties. She had a short blonde hair that was styled so beautiful and a make up on that accentuated her blue eyes and blue corset dress she was wearing.There was a big proud smile on her face as she stared at everyone who attended her birthday event with so many beautiful gifts her eyes yearn for.It was twilight in Melrovia and the Harper's residence were filled with brilliant lights and cheerful noises.Every guests that was present were mostly men of big families. Men who has their eyes on her first daughter, Hermione.It was time to get her gifts so she sat on a big designated red and golden chair. One of the
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Dylan fell on both his knees, unfazed by the fact that he was told to kneel. He was desperate so he could do anything.His aunt, his mom's sister was the only family that took him in after his father's family banished him and rendered him useless. Her dying and him not knowing what to do about it and how to help will forever eat at his conscience.He usually made things difficult for her and even if she hardly says it, he knew and now she's on the brink of death.Everyone kept laughing hysterically like they were watching the biggest joke of the year.Hermione could only shake her head while her sister, Madeline sighed since she actually felt pity for him. She always liked him and she knew her family was being unfair toward him."It's been long we know you're an ordinary pussy, Dylan. Look at you." A man derided.But Dylan was unfazed, his gaze was more fixated on his mother-in-law, Sharon. "Help me save my aunt." He begged.Sharon chuckled. "Look who's begging, Dylan. Oh, how the mig
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Dylan left the villa and into the busy street, looking like his world has turned to complete nothingness. He still couldn't believe he ended up becoming a sad loser. He gritted his teeth cause the horns of every vehicle that pass by aggravated his anger.Why did he have to be unfortunate? Why did his mom and dad die so pitifully leaving him in a wicked and unfair world?A world that he thought he had in his grasp but only to be whipped by it a thousand folds.And now, the only family he has is fighting for her life but he's got nothing that could save her. How more unfortunate can his sorry life become?Even his own beloved wife turned her back on him and is now planning to marry another man, his own cousin, under his watch. But it's not going to happen.Even with nothing, he'll die first before he agrees to any divorce.He let out a shaky and tired breath as the condition of his aunt absorbed his memory once again. What is he gonna do? He can't just let her die. He can't lose her.Agr
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Is he dreaming or did he just hear ten billion dollars? This isn't even the kind of prank someone should be pulling because it's way too expensive.Clifford cooperation was formidable in it's heyday with a market value of three hundred billion but most of them were fixed assets. From what he knew, his father doesn't even have up to ten billion dollar cash in his bank so everything Lord Owen was saying sounded impossible.How can his dad have such a wealth and he didn't know about it? It's hilarious.Apex conglomerate was out of Clifford Cooperation league. It was rumored to have trillions of dollars in assets and it even had a huge influence in the underground world. He couldn't believe his own father created such a behemoth and he didn't know about it.Lord Owen sensed he was still in disbelief and he spoke again to make him understand. "Mr. Clifford was a genius. You might not know this but your father initially founded C.C not your grandfather.""What?""Back then, after seeing his
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Dylan knocked on the primary physician's office. It didn't take long for him to hear an approval to come in then he entered.Seeing him, the doctor immediately stood up in surprise. Putting her white jacket in order with a bright smile on her face. "Mr. Dylan. You're here."His aunt's primary doctor was Dr. Lydia Mayfair and she was only twenty-four years old. At that age, she was already a renowned doctor with a good track record. She was also very beautiful with short brown hair and hazel eyes.Dylan frowned at her, wondering why she was looking so flabbergasted at the sight of him, but business was more important. "I don't know how you train your employees in this hospital cause right now, I'm angry at the fact that one of them called Rita exited my aunt out of the ward because of my inability to pay. If anything happens to my aunt, I want her life."Her eyes widened at the information. "Oh, my God. That happened? That bitch! Doesn't she know her place?" She voiced out and left her
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Dylan arrived at the Harper family's villa. Even though it was called a villa, it was just an unremarkable little three-story building. It was a far cry from a real villa.One of the guards in the villa walked toward him. "The madame will be angry if she sees you.""But you're gonna let me in, anyway, and besides what can she do?" He asked the guard. "I'm the man of the house, Romeo. I'm still part of this family so you can't stop me from visiting my wife, do you understand?"The guard nodded. "Of course."Dylan looked up and saw the light in Hermione's room was off so he wondered if she was already asleep. He didn't even know if he should believe any words coming out of madam Sharon's mouth. She was deceitful anyway. She likes to make things up just to fulfill the fantasies in her head.Rushing toward the door to the villa, he stopped in his tracks as he saw what made his heart suddenly become uneasy. His widened eyes stared at Hermione and Sean coming out of the living room, holding