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The Ruthless Son-in-law Sixty six
Next day in the Harpers manor.Hermione and Madame Sharon were completely dressed up for their outing. Madeleine would have been involved, but she was never at home.It just feels like she detests living in the house with them.As Madame Sharon walked down the stairs, her phone rang. She came to a pause as she saw the caller ID. It snatched away every exuberance she was feeling at that moment and inserted uneasiness into her being."Mom, what are you doing? Let's go!" Hermione urged as she stood close to the door, waiting for her mom.Madame Sharon screened the call, and kept on a straight face before walking down the stairs completely.Her phone rang again. But this time it was the message tone.She stopped and looked at it. It was from the unregistered caller ID and out of curiosity, he screened out the message which reads…'I know you want to know the truth. If I'm real or not. There's only one way to find out and that's if we meet and settle this amicably. To know if I'm a ghost o
The Ruthless Son-in-law Sixty seven
Madame Sharon arrived at the abandoned warehouse, wrapped in a sheet of blazing terror. She looked around with her hands wrapped around herself and she hollered, "Hello!"Her voice echoed but no answer whatsoever.She looked around the place. It was dusty and old. She looked up and she could find just a window a bit high up that her hands wouldn't be able to meet.There were doors that led to other rooms too.She wondered why she was told to meet in a place like this.And at that thought…BANG!!Her heart jumped at the sound and she spun around as it came from behind her. Her eyes widened in horror at the closed door in front of her and she muttered, "No. No, this can't be happening."She paced to the door, and held the knob in an attempt to open it, but it didn't budge.No. No. No.The door being closed would be the proverbial cherry on top of this fudge cake.She hit the door with all she's got hoping someone will hear. "Help!" She yelled out loud.Her heart was completely restless
The Ruthless Son-in-law Sixty eight
It was a bright evening.Hermione smirked as she stared at the arrangement going on in front of her company. Dylan and Sean think they're the only ones in her life.Forgetting she's always had Jake Cooper, her ex-boyfriend whom she left for Dylan. The guy always loved her and never stopped loving her and his family is also rich. He's perfect for her.Enough to get Dylan and Sean out of her life.As expected, he agreed to go back with her despite the rumors that she was sleeping with Sean. Damn, that rumor kinda ruined her pretty life and reputation.No other bachelor would want her again. She's probably just wrong. Because if she's single, she will once again have suitors lining up the whole street. That's how beautiful she is.The security guards helped with the arrangement and with their help, it was completed.It was a preparation for a proposal.They were big bouquets of flowers and balloons of various colors surrounding a white luxurious car. Two drones flew up mid-air with the e
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Hermione was overwhelmed by the promise. "Thank you so much, Jake!"Jake smiled and looked up at everyone watching. He was proud of himself.But little did he know that his father was madly on his way toward them despite holding a crutch since Lord Owens gave him a big lesson by almost breaking one of his legs. In his driver's seat was his bodyguard who was around his thirties. Blaine Hugh."That boy. That boy will be my death someday."Blain was extremely confused as to why Marcus felt the need to rush to apologize to someone and what wrong he did to Lord Owens that got his leg broken. He asked, "Master, is this really important? Don't you think we should check on your leg first?"Marcus was anxious and panicking as he said, "What do you know? That son of mine, that Jake is about to dig our graves. I can't let that happen. He's proposing to the wife of Lord Clifford! Lord Owens is gonna have my head if I don't go there and stop it! So move!"Blaine immediately sped up as he heard tha
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"Who's that old man that just dropped in front of Dylan? He's disrupting the fun." Someone said,"Why would he even kneel? What did he do wrong?" Someone else asked.Marcus looked up and saw Dylan's cold eyes on him. It scared him half to death.He let out a shaky breath and began slapping himself hard on the face.Everyone in the company gasped at the sight, including Hermione.Marcus didn't even go easy on himself cause his face was swollen for merely eight slaps. He didn't even look at his son, he was just focused mainly on Dylan's expression changed as he looked at him with an apologetic gaze.Those with sharp eyes noticed the man's car was Bentley worth five hundred thousand dollars. It was something that they couldn't help but gawk at.Hermione frowned since she could swear the man was familiar. She looked at Jake who stood there frozen to the core and she hit him before saying, "What's going on now? Who the hell is that old man and why is he kneeling in front of Dylan? It's wei
The Ruthless Son-in-law Seventy one
For some reason, Hermione was restless as Dylan arrived in front of her. She couldn't even look at his gaze.The way things changed, she still couldn't even wrap her head around it but it was enough to know that her plans went downhill.Somehow she knew what happened could be due to one of the weird connections Dylan has. But nothing is going to make her go back to thinking that Dylan is a hotshot or something.He's just eating off the hands of Dr. Lydia.That's the truth."What was everything about?" Dylan asked her because he found it abnormal.She texted him to come only for him to see her getting proposed to by another man. It was damn obvious it was all orchestrated by her. She obviously wanted him to see it and get humiliated by everyone.She wanted to ruin his image like it hasn't already been ruined. What more do they want from him? Well, apart from the divorce.What she did is pointless.Does she even know what she wants anymore?She is just a confused bitch!Hermione cleared
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"Who are you?"Dylan's voice was calm when he asked that question, however, he was angry on the inside. He knew letting his godmother be could be a mistake. Deep down, he knew his godmother was paddling on dangerous waters.But he wouldn't be sure of the situation until he knows who the guy is.This man was almost two meters tall and had a build like a bear. Just looking at him, one could tell he was a very skilled and powerful fighter.Dylan was no match for him but it doesn't mean that he won't be able to defend himself. He's also skilled in combat, anyway.The man smiled and he k mockingly said, "Chill, man. You seem to be angry. Sadly, that anger will take you nowhere cause it's of no use when you're standing in front of someone as powerful as me. You're just a mere ant going up against me!"But Dylan kept his angry gaze on. He could also tell the man had a lot to say."Well, since I was able to get you, then let's go. Someone would like to meet you. Oh, and by the way, this wine t
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At the question, Mane decided to explain, "Javier Farrell is the CEO of Vento co. in Melrovia. He's probably the only person who's equal to my father in Melrovia underworld. However, he likes keeping a low profile which makes him mysterious. There was a time we had a conflict with Vento co. But he backed away for no reason and it was all forgotten.""Oh." Dylan gaped and looked at Carver. 'If he's that powerful then why is he a messenger of my uncle? How did they build a connection? But then, he's just a messenger. There's nothing he has for me.' Dylan concluded in his thought.Then Carver began to laugh hysterically. "You won't be able to get anything from me! There's a pact and we won't break it!"Dylan raised his brow at him. "So you do know something then. Tell me, I'm curious."Mane shook her head. "He won't. As he said, there's a pact and that's something he'll forever be bound with. It's one of the rules of the underworld. No snitches. No whistleblower. You won't get to live on