All Chapters of The Invincible son-inlaw Secret Identity: Chapter 21
- Chapter 24
24 chapters
Chapter 21:The fallen kingdom
Three days.That’s how long Ethan Archer had been silent. No public appearances, no statements, no leaks.But silence had its own sound—whispers, panic, collapsing empires.And in those three days, the world began to burn—one name at a time.The first name to fall was Thompson.***The Fall BeginsMargaret Thompson stood in her corner office, once a palace of glass and gold. The marble floors gleamed like ice, the walls still lined with framed magazine covers declaring THE THOMPSON DYNASTY: UNTOUCHABLE.Now, those same headlines mocked her. Red and blue lights flashed against the windows from the street below—federal agents, reporters, and creditors swarming like vultures.Her trembling assistant clutched a folder. “Ma’am… the bank has frozen every corporate account. The board— they all resigned this morning. And the auditors found… discrepancies.”Margaret’s nails dug into her palm. “What discrepancies?”“Everything,” the girl whispered. “Offshore accounts, forged patents, fake inves
Chapter 22:Bloodline war
The storm had not stopped since the night Ethan Archer declared war.Rain lashed against the city, relentless, like it carried the echoes of everything he’d lost. From his penthouse window, he watched lightning crawl across the skyline, painting the glass towers in silver and shadow. The city was trembling, but not half as much as the people who’d once mocked his name.Varis stood behind him, silent but restless. The screens on the far wall glowed with surveillance feeds — every port, every border, every safe house flagged. They were tracking Leo Harrison and Evelyn Veyne, the two names now branded as traitors in Ethan’s ledger.He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even tried.When the door opened, Clara stepped in quietly, holding two cups of coffee. She placed one near him, untouched. “You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping.”Ethan didn’t turn. “I can rest when this ends.”“You said that three days ago.”“Because it hasn’t ended.”The words were low, sharp, and final. But Clara didn’t back awa
Chapter 23: Bloodline betrayal
The rain hadn’t stopped in three days.It drummed against the broken windows of the abandoned hotel where Leo and Evelyn hid, each drop echoing like a heartbeat counting down. The room smelled of dust and rusted pipes, the only light coming from a flickering lamp Leo had salvaged from a nearby store.He hadn’t slept....Not really.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ethan’s face—the calm, dangerous quiet before he promised a war.Evelyn sat across from him, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug of tea that had long gone cold. The years hadn’t dulled her beauty, only sharpened it. There was strength in her stillness, and sadness too, the kind that made Leo wonder how much of Ethan lived inside her.“You should rest,” she said softly.Leo shook his head. “He’s already moving. I can feel it.”Her eyes lifted to him, calm and certain. “Ethan doesn’t rush. He watches. He waits until everyone believes they’re safe, and then he moves.”“That supposed to make me feel better?”“It’s supposed
Chapter 24:The Gold ring[5million dollars]
The morning after the storm, the city was washed clean, but nothing about Ethan Archer felt new.He stood on the helipad of Archer Tower, the wind tugging at his black coat as the sun tried to pierce through low, bruised clouds. Below him, the city glittered like a kingdom he’d conquered—cold, obedient, and his.A convoy of black cars idled nearby. One of them gleamed differently from the rest—a rare Aston Martin Valour, dark emerald, the kind of machine that spoke in silence. The last one of its kind. Five million dollars, paid in full within an hour of its release.Varis waited by the driver’s side, holding a small velvet box.“Sir,” he said. “It’s ready.”Ethan turned slightly. “The ring?”Varis nodded. “Custom design. Solid gold. Hand-cut sapphire crest. Just like you requested.”Ethan took it, studying the object that shimmered against the morning light. It wasn’t a ring meant for love or sentiment—it was a symbol, forged for the next phase of his war.Clara appeared behind him,