All Chapters of RISE OF THE WORTHLESS SON-IN-LAW : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
CHAPTER ONE
In the Shaw family mansion, Ethan Cole had just returned from his cleaning job when his mother-in-law, Margaret Shaw, stormed into the lobby. Her face was twisted with anger the moment she saw him. Without saying a word, she snatched a dirty apron from the counter and tossed it right at his face. “Ethan! You’re late again!” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Didn’t I tell you to come home early and help in the kitParker? Is cleaning public toilets more important than your duty here?!” Ethan pulled the apron off his face, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying anything back. His legs ached from standing all day, but that didn’t seem to matter to Margaret or anyone else in the Shaw family. “I’m sorry, big mom,” Ethan mumbled. “I had to finish my work or else I would be fired. I didn’t mean to;” “Sorry for yourself!” Margaret cut him off, taking a step closer. “If you’re sorry, then move your lazy ass to the kitParker and start preparing the meals! Do you think the food is goin
CHAPTER TWO
There was nothing but silence in the dining hall of the Shaw mansion, except for the broken pieces of glass scattered across the polished floor. Everyone stared at Ethan, their eyes wide with shock at the shattered mess before them. But soon enough, the silence cracked, giving way to murmurs and muffled laughter as one by one, the Shaw family began to react to Clara’s decision. “Well, it’s about time,” Fiona said, “I mean, let’s be honest, this whole marriage thing with Ethan was nothing but a mistake from the start.” “Ethan is nothing but a coward who doesn’t belong here. Look at him, shaking like a leaf and dropping things like a scared little boy. How embarrassing.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Amber added, “Honestly, Ethan, you should be grateful. If Clara marries Mr. Harlow, you’ll be free now and you can go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. Come on, did you really think you deserved her in the first place?” Several other relatives snickered quietly, shaking their heads
CHAPTER THREE
In Vortex Inc. Ethan Cole pushed open the door to the director’s office and stepped inside. Mr. Cadwell, the director, was sitting behind the desk, leaning back in his chair with a glass of vodka in his hand. “Ethan Cole,” Mr. Cadwell said the moment Authur walked in. “You are no longer employed here. Take off your badge and leave immediately!” For a moment, Ethan stood frozen, trying to process what he had just heard. His brows furrowed as he took a step closer. “You’re firing me? Why?” His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. Mr. Cadwell let out a mocking laugh. “Why?” he repeated, shaking his head as if Ethan had asked the dumbest question in the world. “You’ve got five strikes, Ethan. Five! For leaving work early every time you feel like it, never bothering to finish your shifts. Do you think this company is your family business? This is Vortex Inc. We have rules and if you break them, you will pay the Cole!” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “I leave early because I have a
CHAPTER FOUR
Ethan stepped away from Vortex Inc., his phone still in his hand after ending the call. His lips curled into a faint smile, though his heart felt heavier than ever. Ethan wasn’t going back home until he had taken his revenge on those who wronged him. And as for his father? He’d visit the man when he was done. No one could rush him. He slipped his hand into his pocket and took out a black VIP card. The surface gleamed under the sunlight. This wasn’t just any card;it was a symbol of the elite. There were fewer than ten in the entire country. It gave him access to private services, exclusive benefits, and a personal team ready to cater to his every need, no matter the time. Ethan dialed the number on the back of the card. His fingers were steady, but his pulse quickened. A soft, honeyed voice answered. “Good afternoon, Mr. Cole. How can I assist you today?” “Check my balance right now.” Ethan requested. “Certainly, sir. Please hold for a moment,” the lady said. The line was quie
CHAPTER FIVE
Ethan pushed open the glass doors of Crystal Bank, the bright lights inside were blinding compared to the street outside, and everything around him screamed wealth and power. The floors gleamed like polished mirrors, reflecting the towering marble columns and gold-plated decorations. The air smelled like fresh leather and expensive perfume, making Ethan feel even more out of place. His worn-out clothes were stained with dirt from his fall, and his scuffed shoes squeaked against the floor. Around him, men in expensive suits and women dripping in designer jewelry moved about with cold faces, each one of them looking like they belonged there;unlike him. Ethan barely made it two steps inside when a loud voice rang out from the side. “Hey! You;stop right there!” A thick-bodied security guard with a buzz cut stomped toward him, and his narrowed eyes scanned Ethan from head to toe, a sneer curling on his lips. “What do you think you’re doing here? Beggars like you don’t belong in a p
CHAPTER SIX
Ethan transferred some cash to an ordinary bank card, so as not to draw attention to himself or reveal his true identity. He wanted to remain undercover for a while. He had spent years enduring humiliation and being treated as if he was nothing but a burden in the hands of his in-laws. But all of that was about to change when he finally revealed his identity. He could already picture it in his mind, the shock and the regret. Especially Racheal. She had always seen him as nothing more than a failure, someone who could never stand at the same level as her. But what would she say when she realized that the man she had been looking down on all these years was the one who held the power to save her family from complete ruin? Ethan felt a surge of satisfaction just thinking about it. Straightening up, he pushed the bank door open and stepped out. He needed new clothes. He was still wearing the same old, worn-out clothes, and he knew that if he walked into Racheal’s world looking like thi
CHAPTER SEVEN
Racheal felt her face heat up the moment Ethan spoke. Her body stiffened, and she could hardly believe what she had just heard. Had he lost his mind? Was he trying to embarrass her in front of Camille and her husband? Ethan had always been someone Racheal couldn’t understand. He never acted like a normal person should. Instead of being humble and knowing his place, he always found a way to bring unnecessary attention to himself. Now, in front of Camille, he had the audacity to act like he could afford anything from this luxurious boutique? Racheal shot him a glare. “Ethan, do you even hear yourself? You don’t even have the money to buy a decent meal, and now you’re talking about buying clothes? Are you trying to make a fool of yourself? Or worse, make a fool out of me?” Camille, who had been standing beside her husband, couldn’t hold back her laughter. She covered her mouth, but her shoulders shook as she sneered. “Oh my God, Racheal, is this really your husband? He thinks he can
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ethan stepped out of the Royal Prestige Boutique. He had expected Racheal to be furious with him, but that didn’t stop him from following after her. Racheal was walking briskly toward the parking lot, her heels were clicking sharply against the pavement, and her shoulders were tense with barely contained anger. Ethan quickened his pace, closing the distance between them, finally reaching out and grabbing her wrist gently. “Clara, wait,” Ethan said. “Just listen to me for a second.” Racheal yanked her hand away as if his touch burned her. She spun around, her eyes blazing with rage. “Listen to you?” Racheal spat, her tone dripping with disdain. “Ethan, do you even realize what you’ve done? You disgraced me in front of Camille and her husband! Do you think I’ll ever be able to show my face in front of them again?” Ethan’s brows furrowed slightly. “Disgraced you?” he repeated, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief. “Racheal, I;” “Listen!” Racheal interrupted, throwing up her hand
CHAPTER NINE
A tall handsome man stepped inside. His dark, neatly styled hair and the confident air around him made the people nearby steal glances. His suit was expensive, perfectly tailored to fit his broad shoulders and trim waist, and his expression carried an arrogance that made it clear he was used to being admired. It was Vincent Cross, the supposed young master of the Cross family. He had once been the man Clara was expected to marry before she had ended up with Ethan instead. Now, seeing her standing there, her face pale with worry, he smirked slightly. Clara felt her stomach tighten when she saw him. Right now, she had no time to think about the past. Her mother, Margaret, was fighting for her life in the ICU, and they were out of options. If Vincent was here and willing to help, then she had to put her pride aside. Elena, who had been anxiously pacing back and forth, immediately rushed toward him, her expression shifting from desperation to forced relief. “Vincent! It’s you! Oh, tha
CHAPTER TEN
Ethan didn’t have to say a word. With just a subtle signal, the head doctor immediately understood. By the way, this was his family’s hospital, and as someone who had worked there for years, the doctor recognized Ethan at first glance. He knew better than to ask unnecessary questions or show any sign of disrespect. Offending the heir to the Cole family was the same as throwing away his career and future. With that understanding, the doctor quickly adjusted his behavior. He straightened his posture, his tone becoming much more respectful as he addressed Clara and her people. “There’s no need to worry anymore. The hospital will proceed with the treatment immediately.” The doctor said and left to begin the treatment. Clara and the others were stunned. Even Vincent’s face contorted. Why would the hospital suddenly change its mind? Did this mean Ethan was actually powerful and influential? But that was impossible… right? Vincent, unwilling to acknowledge the truth, quickly took the c