THE REJECTED SON-IN-LAW

Chapter Two: The Ghost Returns

Lex stared at the message until his vision blurred.

“The package is ready. Say the word.”

His thumb trembled over the screen. Three years of silence. Three years of pretending to be dead while the world forgot him.

One word would change everything.

But not yet. Not tonight.

He deleted the message and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“Lex.” Sophia’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Clear the table.”

Ignoring the fire in his ribs, he got up and started gathering plates. For a brief moment, their fingers touched as he reached for Sophia's. She withdrew as though she was burned. "I apologise," he muttered. She said, "Just do your job," but her eyes flickered. Guilt? Disgust? He could not tell anymore.

As Lex carried the dishes to the kitchen, Richard’s voice echoed from the dining room. “Father, about the Riverside project. Are we certain the permits are legitimate? I heard whispers that the city council might”

“Those whispers are being handled,” Gerald interrupted. “Some councilmen simply need proper motivation. Money talks, Richard. Remember that.”

Lex paused in the hallway, hidden from view. His mind sharpened.

“And if they refuse?” Richard asked.

“Then we find other ways to persuade them.” Gerald’s voice dropped to a sinister calm. “The Sterlings did not build an empire by asking nicely.”

Lex memorised every word. Riverside project. City council. Bribery. It was not much, but it was something.

In the kitchen, he set the dishes down and pulled out his phone again. He opened the encrypted messaging app he had not touched in months and typed quickly.

“Need information on Sterling Industries. Riverside project. City council involvement. Permits.”

The reply came in seconds.

“On it. But boss, how long are you going to play house with these people?”

Lex’s jaw tightened. “As long as it takes.”

“They are going to kill you one day.”

“Let them try.”

He deleted the conversation and returned to the dining room.

Later that night, Lex lay on the thin mattress in the room they had given him. It was barely larger than a closet, with a single window that looked out onto the driveway. The springs dug into his back, but he had slept in worse places.

His ribs throbbed with every breath. He pressed a hand to his side and felt the swelling. Definitely bruised, maybe cracked.

A knock at the door startled him.

“It is open,” he said, though he knew they never waited for permission anyway.

The door creaked. Sophia stepped inside, still wearing her business suit, her expression unreadable.

Lex sat up slowly. “Did I forget something?”

“No.” She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, arms crossed. For a long moment, she just stared at him. “Why do you stay?”

The question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Why do you stay here?” Her voice was harder now, almost angry. “You let Richard beat you. You let my parents humiliate you. You eat scraps like a dog. Why?”

Lex met her gaze. “Where else would I go?”

“Anywhere. Literally anywhere would be better than this.”

“Would it?” He kept his voice neutral, empty. “I have no money. No job. No family. Your father made sure of that when he blacklisted me from every company in the city.”

Sophia flinched. Just barely, but he saw it.

“So I stay,” Lex continued, “because at least here I have a roof over my head. At least here I am alive.”

“You call this living?”

“I call it surviving.”

Sophia’s jaw worked like she wanted to say something else, but the words would not come. Finally, she straightened. “Tomorrow night. The dinner with Andrew Zhang.”

“I know.”

“I am going.”

“I know.”

“And I am considering Father’s suggestion. About the annulment.”

Lex felt the knife twist, but his face remained stone. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Her voice cracked, just slightly. “Do you understand that I cannot keep doing this? That every day in this marriage is another day I lose respect in the business world? That people laugh at me because I am tied to… to…”

“To nothing,” Lex finished quietly. “You can say it.”

Sophia’s hands clenched into fists. “I did not want this either. You think I wanted to marry you? It was Father’s idea. A favour to your father before he died. A favour I have been paying for ever since.”

The mention of his father sent ice through Lex’s veins. “My father was a good man.”

“Your father was a fool who trusted the wrong people.” Sophia turned toward the door. “Just like you.”

“Sophia.”

She paused, her hand on the doorknob.

“When you meet Andrew Zhang tomorrow,” Lex said carefully, “be careful. The Zhangs are not what they seem.”

She looked back at him, confusion and suspicion warring on her face. “What are you talking about?”

“Just… be careful.”

For a moment, something like concern crossed her features. Then it vanished, replaced by cold dismissal. “Do not pretend you care. And do not pretend you know anything about business or the Zhangs. You are a nobody, Lex. You always have been.”

She left, the door clicking shut with finality.

Lex sat in the darkness, his mind racing. Andrew Zhang. The name alone brought back memories of fire and blood. Of his father’s broken body in the hospital. Of the documents that proved the Zhangs had sabotaged the Andrews family business.

Documents that only Lex knew existed.

His phone buzzed. Another message from an unknown number.

“Intel on Riverside: Sterling Industries is using fake permits. Council members are taking bribes. If exposed, Gerald Sterling goes to prison. Want me to pull the trigger?”

Lex typed back immediately. “No. Not yet. I need more.”

*“More? Boss, we have enough to destroy him.”*

*“Destroying him is not enough. I want everything. His company. His reputation. His family’s legacy. All of it.”*

“And the wife?”

Lex hesitated, his fingers hovering over the screen.

“She is not part of this.”

“You sure about that? She is still a Sterling.”

The question lingered in his mind long after he deleted the messages.

Outside his window, a black car pulled into the driveway. Lex watched as two men in suits stepped out, scanning the area with professional precision. Security. But not Sterling security.

The passenger door opened, and a third man emerged.

Even from a distance, Lex recognised him.

Andrew Zhang.

His blood turned to ice. What was Zhang doing here? The dinner is not until tomorrow night.

Andrew walked to the front door with the confidence of a man who owned the world. The guards followed like shadows.

Lex grabbed his phone and typed frantically. “Zhang is here. At the Sterling mansion. Now. Find out why.”

Then he moved to his door, pressing his ear against it.

Voices echoed from downstairs. Gerald’s booming laugh. Patricia’s delighted greeting. And then Andrew Zhang’s smooth, cultured tone.

“Forgive the late visit, Mr Sterling. But when opportunity knocks, one must answer immediately.”

“Of course, of course! Please, come in.”

Footsteps moved toward the study.

Lex cracked his door open and slipped into the hallway, staying in the shadows. He crept toward the study, his heart pounding.

“I will be direct,” Andrew’s voice carried through the partially open door. “I want Sterling Industries.”

Silence.

Then Gerald laughed. “My company is not for sale, Mr Zhang.”

“Everything is for sale, Mr Sterling. For the right price.”

“And what price did you have in mind?”

“Fifty million. Cash. Tonight.”

Another silence, longer this time.

“That is… generous,” Gerald said slowly. “But Sterling Industries is worth far more than”

“Fifty million for a company on the verge of a scandal?” Andrew’s voice turned cold. “I know about the Riverside permits, Mr Sterling. I know about the bribes. I know about every illegal shortcut you have taken. So let me rephrase: Fifty million to walk away clean, or zero when the authorities come knocking.”

Lex’s breath caught. Zhang knew. But how?

“You are bluffing,” Gerald said, but his voice wavered.

“Am I? Check your email. I sent you a preview.”

A long pause. Then the sound of a keyboard clicking. Gerald’s sharp intake of breath.

“Where did you get these documents?”

“Does it matter? What matters is that by Monday morning, every news outlet in the city will have copies. Unless we make a deal tonight.”

“This is blackmail.”

“This is business. Now, shall we discuss terms, or shall I call my contacts at the district attorney’s office?”

Lex pulled back from the door, his mind racing. This changed everything. If Zhang took over Sterling Industries, Sophia and her family would be ruined. And Zhang would have access to all their resources, all their connections.

He needed to act. Now.

But before he could move, a hand clamped over his mouth from behind.

“Do not make a sound,” a woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Or we both die.“