All Chapters of The Forsaken Son-in-Law’s Trillion-Dollar Harem: Chapter 1
- Chapter 6
6 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