All Chapters of The Forsaken Son-in-Law’s Trillion-Dollar Harem: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
21 chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The wine glass slipped from Helen Lang’s fingers on purpose. It hit the marble floor with a sharp crack, red liquid splashing across the pristine surface like blood from a fresh wound. Helen didn’t even pretend to look surprised. She simply stared at Ethan with that familiar mix of disgust and satisfaction, one hand resting on her hip like she was posing for a magazine. “Again?” she said, her voice loud enough to carry through the entire first floor of the mansion. “How many times do we have to tell you to be careful with the good crystal? Or is your brain as cheap as the rest of you?” Ethan didn’t answer right away. He set the tray he’d been carrying on the side table, grabbed a cloth from the kitchen, and knelt to clean the mess. The wine had already soaked into the edge of the Persian rug. He worked the cloth in small circles, pressing firmly, the way he’d learned to do over the last three years. Getting angry never helped. It only gave them more to mock. From the co
Chapter 2
Chapter 2 The car moved through the city like it belonged to a different world. Ethan sat in the back, one hand resting on the soft leather seat, watching buildings he used to pass on foot slide by in silence. The driver didn’t speak unless spoken to. No music played. Just the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft click of the turn signal. It felt strange to be driven instead of driving. Stranger still to know that the man behind the wheel worked for him now. He pulled out his old phone and stared at the cracked screen. Three missed calls from Isabella. One from Helen. He didn’t open them. Not yet. The weight of what Harlan had said still sat heavy in his chest, but it wasn’t the money that pressed on him. It was the sudden absence of the life he’d been living. No more burnt toast complaints. No more cold shoulders at the breakfast table. No more pretending he didn’t hear the whispers when he walked into a room. The car slowed in front of a glass tower that caught the after
Chapter 3
Chapter 3 The numbers on the screen didn’t feel real at first. Ethan sat at the long glass table in the penthouse office, the city lights starting to flicker on far below. Mia had pulled up the summaries on two tablets and a larger monitor. She stood beside him, one hand resting lightly on the back of his chair as she explained divisions, holdings, and revenue streams with the calm confidence of someone who had done this many times. He listened without interrupting. The scale was staggering — real estate portfolios that spanned entire districts, stakes in tech companies he’d only read about in headlines, shipping routes, energy contracts, private funds. Every time he thought he’d grasped the size of it, another line appeared with more zeros than seemed possible. Mia didn’t rush him. She let him absorb it at his own pace. When he finally leaned back, she glanced at him, reading his face the way she seemed to read everything. “It hits differently when it’s yours,” she said quietly.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The food arrived quietly on a cart wheeled in by staff who moved with the same respectful efficiency Ethan was still getting used to, and as the covered dishes were set out on the long dining table that overlooked the glowing city, Mia moved through the space with an easy grace that made the large penthouse feel smaller and more intimate than it had any right to. She had changed out of her work blouse into a softer cream sweater that draped gently over the full curves of her chest and waist before tucking into the same tailored trousers, and the way the fabric followed the natural softness of her body as she reached across the table to adjust a place setting drew Ethan’s eyes without him meaning to look away. The light from the low lamps caught the warm tones of her skin and the gentle slope where her neck met her shoulder, and when she glanced up and caught him watching, she didn’t look away or make a joke to break the moment. Instead she simply smiled, small and genuine,
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 The charged silence between them stretched and deepened as Mia stayed close on the wide couch, her shoulder pressed warmly against his while the city lights painted shifting patterns across the glass walls of the penthouse, and Ethan felt the last threads of restraint from his old life finally begin to loosen under the steady weight of her presence and the way her body had settled into the space beside him like it had always belonged there. The soft cream sweater she wore rose and fell with each breath she took, the fabric stretching gently over the full, heavy curves of her breasts and the soft roundness of her belly before hugging the generous flare of her hips and the thick, smooth line of her thighs where they rested against the cushion. He had spent three years learning how to want without being allowed to touch, and now that want was rising hot and insistent in his blood as he turned toward her and let his gaze travel openly over the body she carried with such quiet c
Chapter 6
Chapter 6 The first pale light of morning filtered through the tall glass windows of the penthouse and found them still tangled together on the wide couch where they had eventually fallen asleep sometime after the second time Ethan had taken Mia, slow and deep, with her thick thighs wrapped around his hips and her full breasts pressed against his chest while she whispered his name like it was something she had been waiting to say for a long time. Her body was warm and soft against his in the quiet dawn, one heavy breast resting against his ribs and her leg draped possessively over his thigh, and as consciousness returned he let his hand move lazily along the smooth curve of her back and down over the generous swell of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh gently and feeling her stir with a low, sleepy sound that vibrated through her chest and straight into his. Mia shifted closer instead of pulling away, her face nuzzling into the side of his neck as her hand slid down between them to f
Chapter 7
Chapter 7 The elevator doors opened on the executive floor and Elena Park was already there waiting. She stood with one hand resting lightly on the marble railing, the navy dress she wore catching the light in a way that followed every full line of her body without apology. When she saw Ethan step out with Mia beside him, her expression shifted for half a second. Not surprise exactly. Something closer to recognition, like she had been expecting this moment longer than anyone else in the building. “Mr. Cross,” she said, voice low and smooth. She extended her hand. “Elena Park. Real estate division. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” Her grip was firm, warm, and she held his eyes a beat longer than necessary. Up close the dress hugged the heavy curve of her breasts and the soft dip at her waist before spreading over the wide flare of her hips. She wasn’t posing. She simply stood like a woman who knew exactly what she brought into any room. Mia stayed close on Ethan’s left. S
Chapter 8
Chapter 8The elevator doors closed on Isabella’s face, but the image of her standing alone in the lobby stayed with Ethan all the way up. Mia stood on his left, close enough that her shoulder pressed against his. Elena stood on his right, her navy dress still carrying the faint scent of something warm and expensive. Neither woman spoke. They didn’t need to. The three of them had just stepped out of the old life together, and the silence felt like the first real breath Ethan had taken in years.His phone vibrated in his pocket before the elevator reached the executive floor.He pulled it out. A news alert filled the screen.Isabella Lang Breaks Silence: “My Husband Became a Monster Overnight” – Live Press ConferenceEthan tapped it. The video started immediately.Isabella stood at a podium outside a downtown hotel, eyes red-rimmed, voice trembling in that careful way that made strangers feel sorry for her. Helen stood just behind her shoulder like a shadow. A lawyer hovered at the edg
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 The screens in Ethan’s office lit up at the same time. Three major outlets had posted the video within minutes of each other. The clip from the elevator was already being shared, slowed down, and commented on. The angle made every small touch look deliberate. Mia’s hand on his arm. Elena leaning close. His own face turned toward them like they were the only two people in the world. Mia stood rigid beside him. Elena’s mouth had gone thin and hard. Harlan’s voice came through the speaker on the desk. “It’s out, sir. All three outlets. The comments are already turning it into something ugly. They’re calling you the heir who walked out on his wife and started collecting women before the ink was dry on the divorce papers.” Ethan didn’t look away from the largest monitor. The video played on a loop. Every second of it made the three of them look closer than they had been in that moment. Closer than the public had any right to see. “Who sent it?” he asked. “We’re tracing the
Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Harlan’s call came less than ten minutes after they had decided to go on the offensive. Ethan still had the secure phone in his hand when it rang again. He answered without putting it on speaker at first, but Mia and Elena were close enough to hear the tension in Harlan’s voice even from where they stood. “The son is dead,” Harlan said. “Car went off the road two hours ago on the way to his apartment. Looked like he lost control. But we pulled data from his phone before the system wiped it clean. He was taking orders from someone higher up the chain. The last call he made before he died was to a number that traces to a shell company. And sir… the order to go after Elena came from inside this building. From the legal floor. But it wasn’t the son who gave the final order. Someone used his credentials to make it look like it came from him.” Elena’s face went still. Mia moved closer to Ethan without thinking, her shoulder brushing his arm. “Who?” Ethan asked. “We’re still