The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 006

Around midnight, the golden glow of the chandelier in the Laurent family’s dining hall dimmed, casting a heavy, elegant hue over the room. The guests had all gone home. The music had stopped. But the tension? That was far from over.

At the long dining table now occupied only by the family’s core members, the atmosphere was even more heated than the party itself.

Uncle Hector put down his wine glass, his voice firm.

“We all saw who’s truly worthy of Evelyne. Damian isn’t just successful—he came bearing a huge opportunity. It’s time we get realistic.”

Mariana, the thick-browed woman who had earlier tried to shove Kael, snorted in agreement.

“You all saw it too. Kael nearly caused a scene. And the way he just stood there when I pushed him… like a statue! It was creepy! What kind of son-in-law acts like that?”

“Stone-in-law,” one of the cousins muttered with a snicker.

Grace, who had remained quiet for a while, finally chimed in.

“Kael just ruins everything. He showed up with no reputation, no background. Meanwhile, Damian treats this family like equals. That’s worth far more than bringing some weird gift that turned out to be expensive.”

Everyone turned to Evelyne, who had been silent this whole time.

Her expression was tense, but her eyes were cold and unwavering.

“I’ve said it from the start,” she spoke sharply. “I won’t go against Grandpa’s will.”

“That will was written three years ago, Evelyne!” Mariana snapped. “Your grandfather didn’t even know the real Kael. What if he was deceiving us the entire time?”

Evelyne stood up slowly, her voice calm, but every word hit like a hammer.

“Grandpa was the only one who truly understood me. He loved me dearly. He knew what was best for me.”

“After Dad passed… he was the only one I could trust. And if he asked me to live with Kael… then I will honor that.”

Silence fell.

No one responded. They couldn’t argue with Evelyne’s loyalty to her grandfather. But the look on their faces showed clear disapproval.

Evelyne exhaled quietly.

“Say whatever you want. But I’m not listening to any more of it tonight.”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away—heading upstairs to the third floor, to her room.

After she was gone, Hector leaned forward and looked at Agatha, who had been observing everything in silence—a silence more dangerous than anger.

“Mother, you heard her. She’s being stubborn.”

Agatha Laurent, the regal old matriarch, calmly lifted her teacup and placed it back down on the saucer.

“Three years… we’ve all been too patient. Now it’s time to save Evelyne from herself.”

Mariana was quick to agree. “You’re right, Mother. Did you see how she defended Kael like he was some kind of guardian angel?”

Agatha sighed—but it wasn’t a soft sigh. It was heavy, laced with annoyance.

“She’s too attached to her late grandfather. That’s the real problem. She treats that will like sacred scripture… when it was just a dying old man’s mistake.”

The room went silent. Agatha, the late patriarch’s wife, knew how to strike where it hurt without sounding cruel.

Hector nodded slowly. “Then what should we do?”

Agatha scanned their faces one by one. Her gaze was sharp and calculating.

“We bring Damian closer, little by little. Don’t replace Kael outright. Just ease Damian into the family—let him become part of us… before Evelyne even realizes it.”

“And Kael?” Grace asked hesitantly.

Agatha gave a slight, knowing smile.

“Kael? He’ll disappear… eventually. Not because we push him out, but because Evelyne will come to realize he’s just too embarrassing to keep around.”

Mariana added with a sly grin, “And if she still doesn’t realize it?”

Agatha closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again.

“Then we make her realize. We’ll show her that the world will never accept a man like Kael. Make him feel out of place, like he has no future, no dignity, no worth.”

“And when that time comes…” Grace whispered, “Damian will be her only option.”

Agatha nodded with quiet satisfaction. “Exactly.”

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the plot forming downstairs, Evelyne entered her room and let out a heavy sigh. Her steps were light, but her heart was weighed down by frustration and fatigue.

Then her eyes widened at the scene before her.

Kael was sprawled out casually on her bed!

One hand behind his head, one leg crossed over the other—like he owned the place.

“KAEL!”

Kael opened one eye and let out a lazy yawn.

“Oh, you’re back? I thought you might’ve stayed downstairs all night, soaking in all the praise for Damian.”

Evelyne stormed over to the bed, her face flushed with anger. “Get off. Now.”

But Kael only smiled wider.

“Wait a second.” He sat up, arms crossed. “Didn’t you say… if I ever impressed a member of your family, I’d earn the right to sleep on the bed?”

Evelyne narrowed her eyes. “I never—”

“You said it during your uncle’s birthday last year. You even added, ‘But that’ll never happen because you’ll never impress anyone.’”

Kael mimicked her voice and mocking tone perfectly.

“And look at me now—Grandma Agatha actually touched the bell I gave her and looked genuinely impressed. That’s a huge win.”

Evelyne’s cheeks turned red, though her glare stayed sharp.

“That was only because it was expensive. Don’t flatter yourself. I still don’t know where you even got that thing.”

Kael leaned back against the headboard, still smiling.

“Does it matter? A win is a win. And I won the bet.”

Evelyne stood rigid, hands on her hips. “Off the bed, Kael, or I’ll throw you out the window.”

Kael chuckled. “So cruel. Is this how a husband—who just saved your reputation in front of your family and the city’s elites—gets treated? Even if Damian’s presence kind of ruined the moment.”

“You sleep on the floor. That’s the rule.”

“Rules change. I leveled up today.”

“Kael!”

Kael finally stood, but instead of backing away, he stepped closer—his voice dropping a little.

“Relax. I’m not going to try anything. I know my boundaries. I just… wanna know what it feels like to sleep on this soft bed. Just once.”

Evelyne was silent. She stared at him sharply, but her expression had lost some of its fire.

After a few seconds, she let out a deep sigh and said coldly, “Fine. Just for tonight.”

Kael grinned like a kid finally allowed to sleep in the master bedroom.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. You’re the best.”

“And don’t you dare touch me.”

“I’m not that dumb. I like my life.”

Evelyne turned her face away, her cheeks burning red.

A few minutes later, the lights went out. And the two of them lay on opposite sides of the same bed… in a silence charged with sparks no one could see.