All Chapters of The Useless Son-in-law Who Became A Crypto Genius : Chapter 31
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The Truth in Data
The Riverside Library had been abandoned for five years. Budget cuts. Structural issues. The usual.Lyra arrived at 11:45 PM. Fifteen minutes early. Parked two blocks away like the email had instructed.No phone. No recorder. Just her notebook and a pen that was almost out of ink.'This is insane. This is absolutely insane.'The building looked worse up close. Boarded windows. Graffiti on the walls. Chain-link fence that had been cut open years ago.She slipped through. Walked to the east entrance. Unlocked. Door hanging crooked on broken hinges.'Someone's been here recently. Someone prepared this.'Inside smelled like mold and old books. Emergency lighting gave everything a sickly yellow glow."Hello?" Her voice echoed.Silence.Lyra moved deeper. Past the circulation desk. Past empty shelves. Toward the east wing reading room.And there—A figure. Standing in shadow. Hoodie up. Face hidden. Voice modulator clipped to collar."You came." The voice was distorted. Deep. Unrecognizable
Unmasking The Ghost
Lyra didn't sleep that night. Or the next. Just read. Analyzed. Verified.The cryptocurrency transactions were real. Verified on public blockchains. Mark's encrypted account had paid the thugs $50,000 total. Split between Vincent, Marcus, and Jimmy.Payment two days before the Bellvue attack. Completion bonus paid two days after.'He hired them. He actually hired them to kill Noam.'But it got worse.The insurance policy. Increased from $500,000 to $2 million six months before Noam's death. Signed by Douglas, Cassandra, and Alina.'They all knew. All of them. This wasn't just Mark acting alone. This was—'This was family conspiracy. Coordinated murder for financial gain.Lyra pulled up the timeline. Tried to piece together what happened.Six months before Bellvue: Insurance increased. Douglas and Cassandra struggling financially. Mark failing in Japan.Three months before: Cryptocurrency prices surging. Noam had access to 12 Bytegold coins in a known account—worth around $840 at the t
Does This Make Me Your Accomplice
Lyra's phone buzzed at 6 AM. Anonymous number.She answered. "Yeah?""It's time." The voice was unmodulated this time. Young. Male. Familiar somehow. "Meet me. Today. Noon. Same library. East wing.""Who—""You know who. And if you want the full story—if you want everything—you'll come."Click.Lyra stared at her phone. Heart doing something complicated in her chest.'He's going to reveal himself. Actually reveal himself. No more masks. No more voice modulators. Just—truth.'She looked at her conspiracy board. At months of work. At the evidence. At the timeline.'This is it. This is the moment I've been chasing.'–––––––––––The library looked different in daylight. Less horror movie. More just—sad. Abandoned building slowly rotting.Lyra arrived at 11:55. Early again. Couldn't help it.Walked through the broken entrance. Past empty shelves. Toward the east wing.And there—A figure. Standing by the window. No hoodie this time. Just—a guy. Late twenties. Black hair. Sharp features. Gr
The Deal, Partnership
Neo leaned back. His eyes went somewhere distant. "You don't need to know that part yet.""What? Are you—are you serious? After everything you just—""I told you my story. Gave you proof. Gave you access. But the endgame?" He met her eyes. "That's mine. I've earned the right to keep some things to myself."Lyra's jaw clenched. "I'm supposed to trust you. Partner with you. But you won't tell me—""I'm asking you to stay out of my way. When the time comes. When I make my final move." His voice went harder. Colder. "Don't interfere. Don't try to stop me. Don't—don't get involved unless I explicitly ask. Understood?"The words hung there. Not quite a threat. But close enough.'He's warning me. Drawing boundaries. Making it clear that he's still in control.'"And if I do interfere?""Then we're done. You lose access. Lose the story. Lose everything."Silence. Heavy. Tense.Lyra's hands clenched on her notebook. "Fine. Your endgame. Your rules. But I need something from you too.""What?""S
A Moment Of Vulnerability
"Should tell you to walk away. To drop this. To protect yourself. Because association with me—it's dangerous. The Carvers will come after you. Damian will come after you. And I—I can't promise I'll be there to help. Can't promise I'll even survive the next two weeks.""Then don't promise. Just—just be honest. About what you're planning. About the risks. About—""About us?"The question landed like a bomb.Lyra's throat went dry. "Is there an us?""I don't know. Is there?"'Say no. Say this is professional. Say you're just a journalist doing your job. Say—'"I think there might be. Even though there shouldn't be. Even though it's—it's crossing every line I've ever drawn. I think—I think there's something here."Neo's hand found hers. Squeezed. "Me too."They sat like that. Holding hands. Watching the sun set. Not talking.Because words felt inadequate. Felt too small for whatever was happening.–––––––––––Ten days later. Evening. Lyra's phone buzzed.Text from Neo: [Warehouse meeting
The Poisoned Chalice
His hand went to his throat. Clawing. But nothing helped. His muscles seized. Locked.Vincent tried to run. Made it three steps. Then collapsed. Hit the concrete hard. His body twitched. Then stopped. Eyes open. Panicked. But unable to move.'Twenty minutes. Right on schedule.'Neo stepped out of the shadows.His footsteps echoed. Loud in the sudden silence.He walked to the table. Looked down at the three men. All frozen. All conscious. All terrified."Hello, gentlemen." Neo's voice was calm. Even. "I believe we've met before."Vincent's eyes tracked him. Desperate. Confused.'He doesn't recognize me yet. Good.'Neo pulled up a chair. Sat. Crossed his legs. Like they were having a casual business meeting."Let me reintroduce myself. My name—my real name—is Noam Ash. Though you might remember me as the useless son-in-law. The nobody you almost stabbed at Bellvue Restaurant. Eight months ago."The change in their expressions was instant. Shock. Horror. Disbelief.'There it is. The mome
Tell Me We Shouldn't °
"My place. I just moved. New apartment. You're the first person I'm inviting over.""You sure? I'm—I'm not exactly good company right now.""I don't care. Come over. I'll order food. We'll—we'll decompress. Together."Silence. Then: "Okay. Send me the address."–––––––––––Neo arrived an hour later. Looked like hell. Dark circles under his eyes. Clothes wrinkled. Moving like every muscle hurt."Jesus. Are you—""I'm fine. Really." He stepped inside. Looked around. "Nice place. Feels—homey."Lyra's new apartment was small. But warm. Plants on the windowsill. Books on shelves. Soft lighting. Comfortable furniture."Make yourself at home. Food's coming. Should be here in twenty."Neo collapsed on the couch. Sighed. Like every ounce of tension was finally releasing.Lyra sat next to him. Not too close. But close enough. "Do you—do you want to talk about it? The warehouse? The confrontation?""Not yet. Maybe later. Right now I just—I just want to not think. Not plan. Not—not be Neo Ames t
Stop Asking!!! Do It! •
"I'm sure. Are you?""I—yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."His shirt joined hers on the floor. Skin on skin. Warm. Electric.Lyra traced the scars on his ribs. Where the thugs had—or would have—stabbed him. Puckered. Ugly. A reminder of what he'd survived."Does it hurt?""Not anymore. Just—reminds me. Of what I almost lost. What I'm fighting for.""And what are you fighting for?"Neo's hand cupped her face. "This. You. A chance at something real. Something good."'God. When did I become so sappy? When did I start caring about—about feelings and connections and—'Lyra kissed him. Hard. Cutting off the thoughts. The doubts. The fears.Neo responded immediately. His hands on her waist. Pulling her into his lap. Straddling him.Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.The sounds of lips. Of breath. Of soft moans."Bedroom?" Neo asked between kisses."Couch is fine.""You sure? Because I—I want to do this right. Not rushed. Not—""Neo. Shut up."He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound surprising them both."Yes, ma'am."Hi
It's My First Time •
She let out a long, shuddering cry, her body shaking violently in release. It was a complete, mind-numbing, full-system shutdown. He held the climax, keeping his fingers inside her, letting the waves crash over her until she finally sagged, breathless and completely spent, her chest heaving. He finally pulled his fingers out, slick and shining, and wiped them roughly on the sheet. He looked at her, his eyes still burning, the anger still simmering, now mixed with heavy, pulsing lust. ‘See? I can do this. I don't need her memory. I can take control of any situation. Even this one. This feels… earned. The sheer focus is a reward.’ He leaned back, breathing hard. The exhaustion was gone, replaced by a ruthless, hyper-focused energy. Lyra couldn't speak. She just stared up at him, her mind stunned by how quickly and completely he had taken her apart. She saw it clearly then. His erection. Fully engorged, thick, and veiny, pulsing against her inner thigh. It looked impossibly hard,
The Mark Frame
Neo pulled back slightly, studying her face in the dim glow from the window. His chest was still heaving a little, skin damp with sweat. "You sure about that?""Don't insult me by asking twice." She pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing slightly. Damn, she was going to feel this tomorrow. "I've spent my entire career chasing stories like this. You think I'm gonna sit on the sidelines now?"He didn't answer immediately. His eyes flickered with something she couldn't quite read—gratitude maybe? Or calculation. With him, it was always hard to tell."Fine," he said finally. "But only Mark. The rest of the Carvers stay untouched for now."Lyra frowned. "What? Why just—""Because I'm destroying them one by one, not as a set." His voice went cold, clinical. The post-intimacy warmth evaporated like it'd never existed. "Each one gets their own personalized hell. Mark's first. The others will follow."She felt a chill run down her spine. Not fear, exactly. More like... respect? 'Jesus, he re