All Chapters of Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
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There’s broke… and then there’s married-to-the-wrong-family broke. Being broke for a month or two? That’s normal. Even rich folks say they’re broke when their card declines. It sounds cool. Forgivable. But when you’ve been married for two years and your wallet still screams empty? People don’t think you’re broke anymore. They think you’re poor. And in the Lincoln family? They think you’re useless. Stupid. Insane. And most days, they wonder why you’re even still breathing. These are the thoughts running through Aiden’s mind as he kneels quietly on the tiled bedroom floor, polishing his mother-in-law’s shoes like his dignity isn’t already six feet under. The shoes are designer, probably cost a million dollars, and she won’t even notice the way he’s lined them up perfectly at her feet. “Get my bag, fool,” she snaps, not sparing him a glance. Aiden moves like muscle memory—picks the bag from the bed, places it gently in her hand, and bows his head like he’s auditioning for th
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Aiden frowns. “Why?” “Because…sir, you really have to be here.” “You haven’t answered my question.” “Actually… one of the partner companies needs your signature. There’s a new contract. Something like that.” He balances the phone between his shoulder and jaw, scrubbing at a plate in the sink. “Since when do I handle the boring-ass paperwork? Tell me the truth.” Silence. Too long. “Sir… actually…” The voice drops low. “My sister is going in for surgery tomorrow.” Aiden stops cold. His hand clenches the soapy plate. “What the fuck?” His voice is low, sharp. “You trying to make me look like the villain now? Some heartless corporate bastard?” “I’m sorry, sir—” “Save it. You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass right now.” He hangs up, teeth gritted, and immediately dials another number. “Yeah. Get him to his sister. Private chopper. I don’t care what it costs. If he misses it, I’ll bury your contract myself.” He tosses the dishcloth aside and storms toward his room. Shirt off. Clean on
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Wesley slowly shakes his head. “How did I get here?” He lets out a mocking laugh. “You must think I’m just some average guy because you’ve seen me too many times.” Aiden smiles. “My bad. Should’ve dropped to my knees. Totally forgot you’re some rare god walking among mortals.” Wesley’s jaw clenches. His face flushes with anger as he glances around. Eyes are on them. He can't lose his cool here—not with the Vicholas Group’s mysterious new leadership possibly watching. He turns back, voice low and laced with venom. “That phone you broke? You’re going to pay me back—in a way you’ll never forget.” Aiden shrugs. “Let’s see how that works out for you.” Wesley starts to leave but pauses, then pivots back like he just remembered something deliciously condescending. “Oh—and have you looked in a mirror tonight? You stick out like a janitor at a yacht club. If I were you, I’d vanish before people start whispering about how far below Harper’s league you really are.” “What’s—” “No, don’t ex
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A thought creeps into Aiden’s mind the moment he steps out of the dressing room. Harper loves him—he knows that. But Wesley’s voice still echoes somewhere deep in his skull, slimy and smug. Before he knows it, his feet carry him across the corridor and into the event hall. “Sir,” Park’s man calls, catching up behind him. “You’ll need to conduct a brief interview with the finalists. Only five companies made it through from over a thousand applications. We’ll need your judgment to pick the top one.” Aiden slows, turning halfway. “I’ll be back in a few seconds.” The man bows, stepping aside as Aiden walks toward the party. Soft music hums through the hall. The dance floor is packed, heels clicking, suits flashing, laughter rising like bubbles. Aiden’s eyes sweep the room in one clean glance. No Harper. He shifts his gaze to the tables—even though he knows better. Harper isn’t the kind to sit when there's a beat in the air. She’d be dancing, carefree. Glowing. Just as he reaches fo
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“I don’t—what? If this is a joke, sir, it’s… it’s creepy as hell.” Wesley laughs nervously, but the sound dies in his throat when he sees Aiden isn’t joking. Aiden is still. Unbothered. Dead serious. Wesley straightens, puts his coat back on with a sharp hiss. “You must think this company of yours is made of gold, huh? Everyone’s kissing your ass to get a contract.” Aiden doesn’t flinch. “Will you leave my office if you’re done ranting?” Wesley sneers. “Trust me. No one deserves this contract more than me. You’ll come crawling back—mark my words.” He storms out, slamming the door so hard the sound echoes like a punchline. Outside, Harper stands. Hopeful. “Wesley?” she asks gently. But the look on his face stops her cold. He doesn’t even look at her. “Forget the damn contract,” he mutters as he walks past. “They’re all fools in there.” Before she can respond, a voice calls out through the intercom: “Miss Harper, could you please come in?” Her pulse spikes. Her hands feel lik
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“Have you been sleeping since we left?!” She shoots a murderous glare at him. With a head bow, Aiden mutters some series of sorrys. “He's growing lazier day by day,” Aiden's father-in-law says. “Why won't he? All he does is wake up, eat, sleep and then repeat the circle over and over again.” “Mom…” Harper cries. Her mother looks at her. She opens her mouth to talk but soon closes it. “I'll let it slide this morning because of you, dear. But you…” she shoots another glare at Aiden. “Be prepared to start working before the end of this week. It's time you started contributing to this family. I can't continue feeding a useless full-grown man.” She hisses and goes in with her husband. Harper sighs as soon as they are gone. “You're not going to say anything to that either?” Aiden shrugs. “It's time to start working if you actually think about it.” “Damn! Do you know how much work you do in this house? Do you know how many hours of sleep— four hours of sleep is all you get everyday
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“He also gave you a contract?” Harper asks, bewildered. “Well…I don't want to say this, but I actually instructed him to give the contract to Harper because…” he shrugs. “I'm not really in need of the contract. I'm here to settle down, have a family and…things like that.” By the time he's done talking, all the other three people on the table are staring at him in surprise. “Wait a minute. I want to understand this…” Aiden's father-in-law says, “you gave out your contract to our company? For free?” Wesley chuckles. “Come on, dad, you're making it too much of a big deal. You're the only family I have if you actually think about it.”“Oh…my Wesley…” Aiden's mother-in-law cries. “You're too good to be true.”“Shit. Why would you do that?” Harper asks. “You're making me feel indebted to you.” “But…” Wesley quickly says. Once he misses this opportunity, he might not be able to get it back. “Actually…” he bites on his lower lip, staring into his plate. “I messed up.” “What's that?” Wes
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“Oh, you don't have to look so sad about that,” Aidan's mother-in-law says. “I don't know how Harper will feel about it…we've…” he looks down, deliberately lowering his voice. “She's my best friend and I don't…I don't want to do anything that will make her feel bad.” “Oh, gosh, you're so sweet,” Aiden's mother-in-law says. “I already said that is nothing to worry about.” “But…” Wesley looks at Aiden, faking a concerned look. “Will you be okay with it?”Aiden scoffs. “I sure look okay. What damn sort of man will hear this shit you're saying and still remain sane?” “Aiden, this is going to be my last warning,” Aiden's father-in-law says. “Shut up right now.” Aiden looks at his father-in-law and shakes his head. “I'm sorry, sir, but there is no way this is going to happen when I'm still in this house.” “That's what you want? I can now see how ungrateful you are. Park your things and get out of this house,” Aiden's father-in-law orders. Immediately, Wesley gets on his feet in front
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“Where is the invitation to the party? He must have given you one when he invited you,” Aiden says. “When should I come pick you?” Wesley asks, deliberately ignoring that stupid question that Aiden asked. “That's true, Wesley, he must have given you an invitation or some sort,” Harper points out. “Come on, girl, don't pretend as if you don't know how things work. He didn't give me an invitation of any sort.” Harper frowns. “How is that possible?” “Wow. So you actually have to be given an invitation to every party?” Wesley asks. “Back in the US, you don't need an invitation if it's a really special party for special people. The owner of the Vicholas group must have had my picture given to the people manning the door.” “That's so cool,” Harper mutters. “But, are you okay? You look so stressed.” “I'm fine.” Harper signs. “I'm really fine.” “You don't have to be worried. I promise everything will be okay. If I knew things were going to get out of hand like this, I wouldn't have d
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Outside by the door, Aiden notices a man walking toward him.At first, Aiden thinks it's because of the cigarette he's smoking. Not wanting some shitty conversation with some security men, he stubs the cigarette under his feet. But still the man comes closer. Bracing himself, Aiden waits, hands in his pocket. “Hand over all you have stolen,” the man says. Aiden frowns. “I saw you going from car to car. I have been watching you over there for the past few minutes,” the man says. Aiden frowns again. This man cannot be drunk, right?“Oh, you want to prove to be stubborn.” Aiden's phone beeps. He takes it out of his pocket. He reads the message.A man in black clothes is on your tail; the message reads. He looks at the man in front of him, the man is in black clothes. Swiftly, he grabs the man and drags him to a corner with dim light. Aiden pushes the man to the ground, his right boot presses tight against the man's chest.“Are you going to tell me now?” Aiden asks, his voice no