All Chapters of The Invincible son-inlaw's Secret Identity: Chapter 21
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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,
Chapter 25:Ghosts of the Empire
The city didn’t sleep that night—neither did Ethan Archer.From his office on the 78th floor, he watched rain slice through the skyline, blurring the lights into streaks of gold and white. Below, Archer Tower’s mirrored walls reflected the world he built on vengeance—flawless, precise, and hollow.He hadn’t moved since Clara left. The gold ring still lay on his desk, catching flashes of lightning. Each glint felt like an accusation.Varis entered quietly, carrying a tablet. “Sir. The Thompsons’ accounts are frozen. Their overseas assets, too. The media’s turning. By tomorrow, they’ll be begging for air.”Ethan didn’t look away from the window. “And the board?”“Panicking,” Varis said. “Half of them owe you favors. The rest are trying to figure out whether to side with you or save themselves.”Ethan’s reflection gave the faintest of smiles. “Let them guess. Fear is more valuable than loyalty.”Varis hesitated. “There’s something else. The files Margaret mentioned—they exist.”That drew
Chapter 26:The woman in the photograph
The photo wouldn’t leave his mind.Even after the rain cleared, even after he buried himself in work, it followed him — a ghost burned onto the inside of his eyes.She looked the same.Same bone structure. Same eyes. Same faint scar near her jaw — the one he remembered tracing as a child when she used to read to him. But that was impossible. Evelyn Veyne had died fifteen years ago. He’d seen the coffin. He’d watched the dirt swallow her name.And yet, the woman in the picture wasn’t a memory. She was moving. Breathing. Hiding.**The next morning, Archer Tower hummed with quiet panic. News had leaked that several high-value research patents under Archer Biotech had been accessed from an off-grid location.No traceable signal. No money trail. Just a ghost in the system.Varis followed Ethan into the elevator, his voice low.“We tracked the breach to a lab outside the city — old industrial zone near Lantyrn Bay. The coordinates match one of Evelyn’s old facilities.”Ethan didn’t react, e
Chapter 27:The golden illusion
The Thompson mansion glittered that night like an empire pretending it hadn’t already fallen.Crystal chandeliers blazed from the ceiling, music pulsed low and seductive, and every guest wore a smile worth millions and secrets worth more. Outside, the storm had finally passed, but inside, the air carried a different kind of tension — the kind that came before a reckoning.Leo Harrison stood near the bar in a tailored midnight suit, a glass of bourbon swirling lazily in his hand. To the untrained eye, he was the perfect guest — calm, magnetic, untouchable. But beneath that polish, his jaw was tight, his pulse uneven. Every toast, every whisper in the crowd reminded him of one name that refused to die.Ethan Archer.“He won’t last,” Daniel Thompson’s voice echoed as he joined Leo, smiling that rich man’s smile that never reached his eyes. “Men like him burn too bright. Eventually, they burn out.”Leo didn’t answer. He knew the line too well. It was Daniel’s favorite — his way of pretend
Chapter 28:The price of silence
The city slept uneasily beneath the storm.From the top floor of Archer Tower, the skyline looked like a map of ghosts — every flickering light a heartbeat of a kingdom that now belonged to Ethan Archer. Yet inside the tower, silence ruled. Not peace. Just the heavy quiet that came after too many victories and too few smiles.Ethan sat alone in his office, sleeves rolled up, a half-empty glass of scotch forgotten beside him. The rain against the glass was relentless, but he didn’t hear it. His mind was still replaying Varis’s voice — the betrayal that had cracked something inside him that even revenge couldn’t mend. “You built an empire on vengeance, Ethan... Don’t be surprised if it turns on you.”The words wouldn’t stop echoing.The betrayal had been clean, calculated — just like Ethan once was. And that was what made it worse. It wasn’t the knife in the back that haunted him. It was realizing that he’d taught Varis how to hold it.He picked up the glass, turned it slowly in his ha
Chapter 29:Velvet chains
Ethan stood in his penthouse, shirt sleeves rolled, eyes fixed on the skyline that bled silver under the storm. The city was his mirror — brilliant on the surface, but dark underneath.Varis hovered a few feet behind him, tablet in hand. “The Thompsons have filed for bankruptcy protection,” he said. “Margaret’s board resigned this morning. Daniel’s under federal questioning.”Ethan didn’t move. His reflection on the glass looked calm, but his fingers tapped once against the frame — a subtle rhythm that meant his mind was already ten steps ahead.“And Leo?” he asked quietly.“Still underground,” Varis replied. “Our sources traced a signal on the east end last night, but it disappeared again. He’s not moving alone.”Ethan’s jaw flexed. “Then someone’s protecting him.”Varis hesitated. “We believe it’s her.”The silence after that word was heavy enough to suffocate.Her.Evelyn Veyne. The ghost of his past. The woman who had given him life and then disappeared from it.Ethan turned slowl
Chapter 30:Pagani Temptest
Ethan stared at the skyline that had once mocked him. Below, a convoy of black cars idled, engines purring like beasts waiting for command. A new dawn—new strategy.Varis entered, crisp as ever. “The Pagani’s ready. Press coverage begins in twenty minutes.”Ethan slipped on his cuff links—white gold shaped like daggers. “Let them watch.”He descended to the private garage. Cameras flashed as security swung open the gate. The car waited there: a Pagani Huayra Imola, matte-black, trimmed in midnight chrome, worth five million dollars before taxes. Its engine murmured like thunder trapped under glass.The reporters whispered, Is he buying it? Is it true he paid in cash?He didn’t correct them. He slid into the driver’s seat, leather sighing beneath him, and the crowd blurred into insignificance.For most men, a car was transportation. For Ethan, it was a declaration—I won.**The convoy rolled through downtown, and for a moment, the city bowed again. Screens across the district lit with