Rise of Mogul Son-in-Law: Ultimate Kevin Carson
Kevin Carson was nothing more than a poor assistant truck driver, a house husband who sacrificed his own ambitions to support his wife Ivy and their two children. For five years, he endured humiliation from Ivy's mother Bianca, ridicule from her friends, and cold indifference from the woman he loved. And when Ivy suddenly rose to become Chief Auditor of the State, she decided Kevin was no longer worthy of her. She produced an estranged paternity result, divorced him publicly, and left him for Alan, a wealthy heir and baby daddy. What Ivy never knew was that Alan was Kevin's own younger brother, and his seduction of Ivy was a calculated move to destroy Kevin's chance of inheriting the multi-billion dollar Carson Group from their grandfather.
Left with nothing, Kevin almost gave up until fate brought him to Camilla Harry, the governor's daughter and a powerful fashion mogul. He saved her from drowning, revived her father when elite doctors failed, and unknowingly won her heart. With Camilla's support and his grandfather's final approval, Kevin reclaimed his birthright as CEO of the Carson Group.
But becoming CEO was only the beginning. Old enemies circled. New rivals emerged. A secret alliance between his vengeful brother, a jealous royal, and a foreign corporate predator threatened to destroy everything Kevin built. Now, Kevin must fight not only for revenge but for survival, his love, and the empire he was always destined to lead.
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Chapter: Chapter 179Fenris had only taken a few steps along the upper hall when a sharp, wailing sound tore through the house. It rose and fell in a harsh pattern that he knew at once, because he had installed the system himself and tested it a dozen times. It was the perimeter alarm, and it meant that someone had crossed the wall. His heart gave a hard knock against his ribs, and the notebook slipped from under his arm and fell to the floor. He did not stop to pick it up.He turned and ran. The corridor lamps flickered as he passed beneath them, and the sound of the alarm followed him down the stairs and echoed off the marble walls. Maids stood frozen in doorways with their hands pressed to their mouths, and he shouted at them to go to the interior rooms and lock the doors. One of the guards came running from the kitchen with his rifle half raised, and Fenris caught his sleeve as he went by. “Where did it come from?”“The back sir,” the man gasped. “The rear wall, near the garden. The men on watch said
Last Updated: 2026-11-11
Chapter: Chapter 178Fenris left the study and went down to the basement level of Marco’s house, where a narrow corridor led to a plain grey door with a keypad beside it. This was the security footage room, and only he and Marco had the code. He tapped in the numbers and pushed the door open, and the cool air inside brushed against his face. The room was small and windowless, with a long desk along one wall and a bank of screens that glowed softly in the dim light. A low hum came from the machines under the desk, and the place smelled of warm plastic and old coffee.He sat down in the worn leather chair, switched on the main monitor, and rolled his shoulders to loosen them. The cameras around the mansion recorded every gate, wall, and corridor, and the footage was stored for weeks. Marco had asked him to cross check it, and he intended to do it properly. He pulled up the files one by one and arranged them in a row on the screen, the front gate, the service gate, the garden wall, the garage, and the long h
Last Updated: 2026-11-09
Chapter: Chapter 177Marco had moved from the sitting room to the study by the time Fenris had finished bathing and came looking for him. The curtains were open, and the afternoon light lay across the desk in long yellow bars. A heap of newspapers sat on the left side of it, some folded and some spread flat, and Marco was bent over the one in front of him with a pen in his hand. He had circled a few lines in black ink and crossed out others, and a cup of coffee beside his elbow had gone cold a long time ago.Fenris knocked once and stepped inside. He closed the door softly, straightened his shirt, and gave a short bow. “Boss, the shipment has arrived and everything is in the cellar. I checked every crate myself, and the count is correct. I wanted to report before I did anything else.”Marco did not look up. He turned the page of the newspaper and ran his finger down a column, and his lips moved slightly as he read.The silence went on for several seconds, and Fenris stood very still with his hands clasped
Last Updated: 2026-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 176Fenris walked through the side door and up the back stairs without stopping to speak to anyone. His shirt was damp with sweat, and a fine grey dust had settled into the creases of his sleeves and the back of his collar. His arms felt heavy, and a dull ache had gathered between his shoulders from all the lifting and bending. When he reached his room, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a long breath. The quiet felt good after the noise of the yard.He took off his jacket and hung it on the chair, and then he unbuckled his holster and set the gun on the bedside table. The key to the cellar went into the top drawer of the desk, and he turned the lock twice and tested it with his hand. Only then did he allow himself to relax. He pulled off his shoes, lined them neatly beside the wardrobe, and walked into the bathroom in his socks.The room was small and clean, with white tiles and a narrow window that looked out onto the garden. He turned the show
Last Updated: 2026-11-07
Chapter: Chapter 175Fenris was in his small office going over the road plan for the third time when a guard knocked on the door and told him that the trucks had arrived. He looked up from the page and felt a quiet satisfaction. The shipment of arms was the one that Marco had ordered from the northern suppliers, and it had been due for days. He capped his pen, tucked the papers into a drawer, and locked it. Then he took his jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on.“How many trucks?” he asked, walking out into the corridor.“Three sir,” the guard replied, falling into step beside him. “They are waiting at the service gate. The drivers say that they have all the papers.”“I will check the papers myself.” Fenris went down the stairs with quick, steady steps. “Has anyone opened the crates?”“No sir. We did not touch anything.”“Good. Keep it that way.”They crossed the kitchen, where the cook was chopping onions and looked up with a nod, and went out through the side door into the bright morning. T
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 174Marco stayed under the shower until the hot water began to run lukewarm. He turned off the tap, wiped his face with his hands, and stepped out onto the warm tiles with the steam still rising around him. His skin felt clean and his arms felt loose, and the soreness from the training room had settled into a dull ache that he did not mind. He dried himself with a thick towel, rubbed his hair until it stood up in damp spikes, and combed it back with his fingers.In the bedroom he went to the wardrobe and looked at the neat rows of shirts and coats for a moment. Today he did not want any of them. There was no meeting to attend and no client waiting at a table, and he did not feel like wearing anything that needed a belt or a holster. He pulled out a pair of soft grey knickers and a plain white shirt, the kind he wore only when nobody was going to see him. He put them on slowly, buttoned the shirt halfway, and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled o
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
