All Chapters of The Live‑In Son‑In‑Law Who Ruled The World: Chapter 21
- Chapter 30
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Chapter 21 — The Price of Sacrifice
The apartment was still dark when Alexander opened his eyes.For a few quiet moments, he lay still and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him while the pale glow of dawn slowly filtered through the curtains. Outside, the city had not fully awakened yet. Distant car horns drifted faintly through the window, blending with the low hum of early morning traffic.The second bedroom was undeniably small—far smaller than the homes he once owned and far plainer than the luxury suites that had once been reserved exclusively for him. Yet despite its limitations, the cramped space felt unexpectedly calm.At the very least, no one here looked at him with disappointment.Alexander slowly pushed himself upright and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his movements heavy with fatigue. His shoulder still ached from the fight at the boxing gym the previous day, and although the blade wound had been treated, every slight motion pulled painfully against it.His gaze shifted toward the folded résumés resti
Chapter 22 — The Boxing Gym Incident
The afternoon sun burned fiercely over the city, turning the concrete roads outside the residential district almost painfully bright. Heat shimmered faintly above the ground, distorting the air as pedestrians moved through the glare with hurried steps.After leaving yet another failed interview, Alexander walked alone through the crowded streets. In one hand, he carried a cheap boxed lunch; in the other, a folder containing his résumés. His expression remained calm, but a trace of exhaustion lingered between his brows, subtle yet unmistakable.He had attended three interviews, each one ended the same way, three humiliations.Three instances of being treated like a liar.If this had happened years ago, his name alone would have been enough to make people lower their voices in fear. Now, dressed in plain clothes and concealing everything he truly was, he had become someone others could mock without hesitation.Even so, Alexander showed no anger. It was not because he could not retaliate
Chapter 23 — Brother Scar Arrives
The surrounding crowd visibly paled at the mention of Spike, and even the gym owner trembled. Everyone in the district understood what the Black Dragon Gang truly represented. They were not mere street criminals but ruthless predators who rose through bloodshed.Meanwhile, Alexander calmly extinguished his cigarette, his expression remaining completely indifferent.Brother Scar frowned slightly. Most people collapsed in fear the moment they heard the gang’s name, yet this man looked almost bored.Before he could speak again, the gym owner suddenly rushed forward and dropped heavily to his knees.“Brother Scar, please!” he begged, blood still trickling down his forehead. “I already paid protection money yesterday. My gym is barely surviving as it is. I truly have nothing left to give.”Brother Scar glanced down at him, then laughed.“No money?” he repeated, slowly spinning the rebar across his shoulder. “Then borrow some.”His gaze swept across the gym, lingering on the equipment, the
Chapter 24 — The Warmth Of Another Home
That evening, the city shimmered beneath layers of neon and traffic lights, while crowded sidewalks carried streams of exhausted office workers toward restaurants, subway entrances, and apartment towers. Car horns echoed impatiently in the distance, and warm light spilled from convenience stores lining the streets, giving the entire neighborhood a restless yet comforting energy.Alexander moved slowly through the supermarket aisles with a small shopping basket in hand. Inside it, he placed fresh vegetables, a modest package of beef, a few basic seasonings, and some fruit. These were simple, ordinary items, yet they brought him a sense of calm he had not felt in a very long time.When he paused near the seafood section, his gaze drifted to his reflection in the glass refrigerator door. Only a few days ago, he had been carefully preparing anniversary gifts, believing his future was secure. Now, after being rejected from interviews all day, he was buying discounted vegetables and working
Chapter 25 — An Unwelcome Morning
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the apartment curtains, casting a pale golden glow across the unfamiliar living room.Inside the master bedroom, Clara remained asleep beneath the soft blankets. Meanwhile, Alexander sat alone on the sofa, holding a cup of black coffee that had long since gone lukewarm; he had barely slept.Every time he closed his eyes, memories rose uninvited and refused to fade. He saw Aurelia smiling at Nahir during the banquet, remembered the way she drank for another man despite her low tolerance, and heard the guests praising them as a perfect couple. At the same time, she stood there without denying it.Then, in stark contrast, came the memory of Clara from the night before—her laughter, her warmth, her bold and unapologetic flirtation.Outside the apartment complex, a black luxury car came to a slow stop beneath the streetlights. Inside, Aurelia stared toward the building in silence, her fingers tightening unconsciously around her purse.Beside her, Na
Chapter 26 — The Wife Who Finally Felt Threatened
The apartment fell into a heavy, lingering silence after Nahir left, as though even the air had grown tense from everything that had just unfolded. The faint echo of the closing door still lingered in the living room, stretching the moment uncomfortably.Aurelia continued to hold Alexander tightly, her grip almost fearful, as if loosening her arms for even a second might cause him to slip away again. Across from them, Clara leaned lazily against the kitchen counter with her arms folded, her beautiful eyes calm but observant as she watched the scene unfold without interruption.The atmosphere felt suffocating, stretched thin by tension and something far more fragile beneath it.Alexander slowly lowered his gaze toward Aurelia and noticed that her fingers were trembling slightly against his shirt. That small detail unsettled him more than any apology she could have offered, because in nearly three years of marriage, Aurelia Winters had never once lowered her pride like this. Not even on
Chapter 27 — The Ferris Wheel Promise
Morning sunlight filtered through the apartment windows, casting long golden streaks across the floor.Alexander woke before anyone else, as he always did. Years of habit had made it impossible for him to sleep in, and even after everything that had happened over the past few days, the divorce papers, the arguments, the incident at the boxing gym, and the emotional strain, his body still followed its usual routine. Almost unconsciously, he made his way into the kitchen.Before long, the apartment filled with familiar, comforting sounds. Eggs crackled in the pan as they fried, porridge bubbled steadily on the stove, and dishes clinked softly as he moved with practiced ease.The rich aroma of toasted bread spread through the air, blending with the faint fragrance of freshly sliced fruit arranged neatly on small plates. A kettle of tea steamed quietly nearby.Without realizing it, Alexander prepared everything exactly the way Aurelia liked.The awareness only struck him once he finished.
Chapter 28 —The Choice She Makes Again
Aurelia frowned slightly as the phone rang again. Under normal circumstances, she disliked being interrupted during her personal time, especially on a day like this. Today was supposed to be different. Today was meant to repair what had been broken between them.She glanced at Alexander with a hint of apology before answering the call.“Hello?” she said, her tone edged with impatience. “What is it? I’m with my husband. If it’s not important, call later.”Her secretary’s anxious voice came through immediately. “President Aurelia, it’s Mr. Virel.”Aurelia’s brows drew together. “What happened?”The panic in the secretary’s voice was unmistakable. “Mr. Virel has a very high fever. The doctor measured thirty-nine degrees, but he refused treatment. He won’t take medicine, and he won’t go to the hospital.”Aurelia’s expression shifted slightly, though she said nothing.The secretary continued, growing more desperate. “We’ve tried everything. He says he’ll only cooperate if you come.”Alexan
Chapter 29 —The Message That Changed Everything
The taxi screeched to a halt outside the luxury hotel, its tires scraping sharply against the wet pavement. Before the driver had fully parked, Aurelia pushed the door open and stepped out into the cold night air. A gust of wind brushed against her face, but she barely noticed. Her heart was racing too fast, her thoughts too loud.The secretary’s frantic messages echoed relentlessly in her mind—thirty-nine degrees, refusing treatment, possible complications, the risk of losing consciousness. Each phrase pressed harder against her chest, urging her forward. The more she thought about it, the faster her pace became, until walking was no longer enough.By the time she reached the elevator, she was almost running.She stepped inside impatiently and pressed the button, her fingers trembling slightly. “Hurry up…” she muttered under her breath as the numbers climbed at an agonizing pace. Every passing second stretched unnaturally long, feeding her growing unease.When the elevator finally ch
Chapter 30 —The Impossible Divorce
The rain from the previous night had stopped, but the chill it left behind still lingered in the air.Sunlight streamed through the apartment windows, casting long golden beams across the living room. From the outside, the weather looked calm and inviting, almost deceptively peaceful.Alexander felt none of it.A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes as he sat alone at the dining table. Although his clothes from the previous day had already been washed and hung to dry, the cold from walking home through the storm seemed to have settled deep into his bones.A cup of tea rested beside him, untouched and slowly losing its warmth.Across the table lay a neatly prepared document—the divorce agreement. Its pages were carefully arranged, waiting in silence, much like the man sitting in front of them.Alexander checked the time again. It was nine twenty-three.Aurelia had said nothing after receiving his message. There had been no call, no apology, and no attempt at explanation. The silence from h