Slade to Herondale: A Son-in-law's Rise to Power

CHAPTER 9: The Wedding Invitation

Allen's eyes widened as she pushed the door open. It wasn't just beautiful, it was large and extremely comfortable like a suite.

“You…you mean this is my office?” He said, unable to believe what was in front of him. He rushed in, making himself comfortable on the chair. A card with his name was well–placed on the table—Allen Herondale(C.E.O).

“If you need anything sir, I’m just a call away,” Louisa said, stepping out. Allen almost forgot she was there.

As she left, his mind drifted back to her. It felt like his liking for her was growing by the minute. She was calm, helpful and kind to him even when everyone thought he was poor.

But then, the thoughts of the company swam in. If he had to be the president, there had to be new rules starting from today.

After chilling in his office for some hours, Allen was ready to retire for the day. While driving home, he sighted one of his favourite snacks at a street food joint but being rich wouldn't stop him from getting what he likes, would it?

“Stop the car, I need to get something across the street,” Allen said to Calloway, impatiently as his craving for it increased.

“Alright young master but be careful out there,” Calloway advised.

Allen nodded, rushing out of the car. Immediately he got to the food stand, he sighted a familiar car drive by and as expected the car came to a stop right in front of him. To his surprise, Katherine and Ryan stepped out, walking towards him with their hands locked.

“Well, well,” Katherine started. “If it isn't Allen, who would it be?” She said, throwing him a disgusting stare, followed by a giggle.

“I can see poverty is still rubbing off on you. Eating street food? Disgusting!”

Allen ignored them as he continued with his thing. “Little man, is this your new job?” Ryan mocked. “I could hire you in my company as a cleaner. It fits you better than this,” Ryan added and they both laughed.

“Don't tempt me, Ryan,” Allen warned, calmly. He didn't want it to escalate.

“You learned confidence huh. I guess the past few weeks have taught you a lesson,” Ryan said, staring fiercely at him.

“I told you he wouldn't amount to anything,” Katherine said slowly and they both laughed.

Allen's chest rose in anger. He tightened his fists, holding himself from doing anything.

“Katherine, can't you see Ryan is up to no good? You still have the chance to come back to me,” Allen told Katherine. Without a doubt, he still hoped they had a chance together.

“In your dreams Allen! Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?” Katherine screamed. “Our wedding is in two days and it will be the most glamorous—one you could only dream of but never have!”

“Katherine, tell me why you hate me this much!” Allen cried.

“Allen, it's too late. The least I could do is give you an invite,” Katherine added, with a disgusting stare. “The new heir of Silvercrest group would even be there. You don't even deserve to be in his presence!”

“The heir?” Allen muttered.

“But Kathe—

“Give up, little man. Your wife is mine now,” Ryan, who had been quiet, finally spoke.

Allen chest thumped. He tightened his fists, bit his tongue just to stop himself from causing a scene.

“Ugh Ryan baby. Let's get out of here. The smell of his poverty is already unbearable,” Katherine said, waving the air with her hands.

He watched them walk towards their car and leave. At that moment, his appetite died. He didn't want the food anymore so he stormed off angrily.

“Fuck!!!”

“I must teach Ryan a lesson he will never forget!”

“What happened back there, young master?” Calloway asked, when he shut the car door angrily.

“Prepare yourself Calloway, we will attend the wedding,” Allen said, angrily.

Without wasting much time they continued their journey home. When Allen got home, he decided to rest in his room when Calloway rushed in with an invite.

“An invite for you, directly from the couple.”

Allen collected the card from Calloway, reading its contents. “Mr Calloway, does the public know what I look like yet?”

“No, pictures of you haven't been released yet,” Calloway answered.

“Young master, do you plan on revealing yourself to them that day?” Calloway asked.

“Of course not. I want to remain unknown until it's the right time. In fact, prepare a mask for me,” Allen said. He wanted to be on a mask so he would attend the wedding without them knowing it was him.

Besides the mask, he also prepared clothes. He wanted to appear elegant and outstanding. He would never be the same Allen again!

Two days later—

It was the long awaited day, and the news stations wouldn't even stop talking about the most glamorous wedding in the city. Allen was fed up having to see Katherine’s pictures locked in with another man. But he had to let go and never look back.

He slipped on his expensive clothes and shoes. The black mask Calloway prepared was perfect. He slid it on, with a smile only showing behind the mask.

In no time, they were already on their way to the wedding. Getting there, Allen met a hall filled with people. As his name was announced and he walked up to the chair specially reserved for him, Allen couldn't help but feel on the top of the world.

The crowd murmured and cheers echoed. “I really want to know what he looks like,” someone said from the crowd.

“Why is he on a mask?” Another person asked.

“I bet he is not just rich but handsome.”

Allen beamed behind the mask. It was a great day to be alive. The wedding proceeded and the couple walked in as they were called. Allen's eyes locked on Ryan with disgust. All he could think about was making him pay. As for Katherine, she would definitely regret everything she did.