The Accidental Son in Law

First day as a billionaire son-in-law

Jaxon was dumbfounded as he stepped into the quiet, sterile room. The faint rhythmic beep of a life-support machine was the only sound. On the bed lay a young woman—pale, still, beautiful yet lifeless—tubes and wires attached to her slender arms.

“That’s my daughter,” Georgia said, her voice trembling. “She has only a year to live.”

Jaxon turned slowly toward her. She was holding herself together with sheer willpower, but the cracks showed in her watery eyes.

“She’s the only child left in this family. If something happens to her…” Georgia’s voice broke. “That would be the end of everything the Greysons built.”

She lowered her gaze, wiping tears from her cheeks before kneeling beside her daughter’s bed. “Please… we need your help. You are our only hope. We have to keep this family’s name alive.”

She took her daughter’s limp hand and squeezed it gently. “I don’t want this life for her. I never did. But what other choice do I have? She’s my baby, and she’s been made to suffer enough.”

Georgia turned back to him, eyes red and desperate. “It’s just one year. After she dies, you can contact your family again. Please… help me.”

Her voice cracked. She stood, trying to regain composure, but her hands trembled as she wiped her face. “Think about it,” she whispered, and walked out of the room.

The silence that followed pressed heavily on Jaxon’s chest. He looked at the unconscious woman again. She didn’t deserve this. None of them did. For all their wealth and influence, the Greysons were as broken as the poorest family he’d ever known.

He sighed deeply. A year away from my family… can I really do that? He thought of his mother’s nagging voice, the constant requests, the warmth that came with their chaos. He loved them despite everything.

But this… this would secure their future. He’d already taken the first step; there was no turning back now. “Just one year,” he murmured. “It’ll be like working abroad.”

He turned and left the room, walking back toward the grand staircase.

Georgia stood waiting downstairs, her hands clasped together nervously. The moment she saw him, she stepped forward. “Well?”

“I’ll help,” Jaxon said quietly.

Relief flooded her face. She let out a shaky breath, and tears filled her eyes again. Diego exhaled deeply, his shoulders easing for the first time that night.

“Thank you,” Georgia whispered. She rushed to him, holding his hands. “Thank you so much. You can ask for anything you want, and it will be yours.”

“I’ll do my best to keep your family’s legacy alive,” Jaxon said sincerely.

Georgia smiled weakly, wiping her tears before turning to the servants. “Prepare dinner for Mr. Jaxon—make it your best.”

They bowed and hurried off. Jaxon sat with them at the long glass table, beside Felix.

“There’s a lot you need to learn as the Greyson son-in-law,” Diego said, crossing one leg over the other. “Once the child is born, you’ll have to raise them with our values. Felix will guide you through everything.”

He leaned back. “There will be a family gathering in a week. That’s when we’ll introduce you formally to the others. After that, you’ll start working in the empire. I suspect something is wrong in the company—corruption, perhaps. You’ll handle it once you’re ready. You have a week to learn.”

Jaxon nodded. “All right, sir. I’ll do everything I can.”

Diego turned to Felix. “Use whatever amount you need to get him ready. Take my card. And fill his account with the necessary funds.”

Fill his account? Jaxon blinked. He hadn’t even touched the twenty million yet. There was still over nineteen left.

Felix bowed slightly. “Understood, sir. We’ll begin immediately.” He stood and motioned to Jaxon. “Come with me—we have a lot to go over.”

They walked down another marble corridor to a large door. Felix opened it, revealing a luxurious suite — two curved couches around a glass table, a reading space divided by a sleek white bookshelf, and a king-sized bed draped in silver sheets.

“This is your room,” Felix said. “If you want anything changed, let me know. It’ll be done right away.”

Jaxon stepped inside, eyes wide. He had never even dreamed of sleeping somewhere like this. “It’s perfect,” he muttered.

Felix took a seat on one of the couches, legs crossed. “Let’s start with priorities. First, you’ll need a wardrobe overhaul. As a Greyson, you must look the part — refined, respectable, powerful. Your current clothes won’t do.”

Jaxon nodded. “I agree. I don’t have much anyway.”

“Tomorrow we’ll visit the boutique. I’ll book the appointment. After that, you’ll begin lessons about the empire—history, management, etiquette. You studied business management, correct?”

“Yes. Graduated top of my class.”

“Good,” Felix said. “Then I expect results.” He stood. “That’s all for today. Eat, rest, and be ready for tomorrow.”

Jaxon exhaled as Felix left the room. The silence felt heavy again. My life… it’s really changed.

His phone vibrated. Seeing the name “Mom” flash on the screen, his chest tightened. Stay away from your family for a year. The words echoed in his head.

He couldn’t answer. He let the call ring until it stopped. Guilt gnawed at him, and before he could stop himself, he opened his banking app.

His balance now read $49,000,000. Diego had already credited him.

He transferred one million to his mother’s account, switched off the phone, and sat in silence. I’ll stay away, but I won’t abandon them.

He took a long shower, ate quietly, and tried to sleep.

The next morning came quickly. A sharp knock on his door jolted him awake. He groaned, rubbing his eyes, and rolled to the other side of the bed.

Just five more minutes…

Another knock. He sighed, got up, and opened the door.

“Good morning, sir,” two maids greeted, bowing slightly.

Jaxon felt heat crawl up his face again. He still wasn’t used to people bowing to him. “Morning,” he murmured.

“We’re here to clean your room, sir. Breakfast is ready,” one of them said.

“Breakfast?” The word felt foreign. No one had ever made him breakfast before.

He nodded awkwardly and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, the mansion was already alive. Diego and Georgia sat at the breakfast table, Felix standing nearby.

As Jaxon approached, Diego’s face hardened. “As part of this family, you must learn discipline,” he said sharply. “You should never keep people waiting. You’re late.”