The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 38

Ryan walked alone that night, hands in his pockets, his steps quiet as he crossed the empty field behind the abandoned warehouse. The sky was dark, the air cold, but his mind was louder than everything around him. He kept his hood over his head and stayed in the shadows until he finally reached the small cabin where he hid most nights.

The cabin was silent. Nobody knew he lived here except his men. He liked it this way. No noise. No trouble. No expectations. Just space to think.

He shut the door behind him and leaned against it slowly. A heavy breath escaped his chest.

The same thought kept returning.

*My father… if only I had understood his warnings earlier.*

He sat on the edge of the wooden bed and stared at the floor. His father’s face flashed through his mind—the calm smile, the strong shoulders, the gentle voice that once guided him.

A billionaire. A powerful man. A man who owned one of the richest companies in the country.

But nobody knew Ryan was his only son.

His father had kept everything hidden for many reasons. He always said, *“Power attracts danger. When the time is right, you will understand.”*

Now Ryan understood too well.

His father wasn’t just dead…  

He was murdered.

Ryan shut his eyes as the memory of that day stabbed him again. The news. The confusion. The false report calling it an accident. The panic in the company. The sudden takeover by men his father once trusted.

The lies.

The betrayal.

The fear.

Ryan felt his fists clench hard.

They thought he was powerless.  

They thought he didn’t know anything.  

They thought he was just a “useless son-in-law” who had no money, no strength, no background.

Good. Let them think that.

The weaker they think he is, the easier it will be to bring the truth out.

He stood up slowly and walked to the small table where he had kept a few old documents—papers his father told him to guard before he died. Ryan opened the envelope and looked at the files again.

Contracts. Signatures. Hidden bank reports. A few coded notes.

His father’s handwriting stood out clearly.

“Ryan, trust no one.”

Ryan touched the writing with his fingers. His chest tightened with anger and sadness mixed together. He missed his father more than anything, but he also carried the fire to fight for him.

And he would.  

Even if it took years.  

Even if he had to pretend to be nothing.

They took the company from him.  

They took his father’s life.  

But they would not take the truth.

Not forever.

He walked to the window and stared at the dark sky. His thoughts drifted to Clara’s family. He had left town, but he still protected them. His men watched from a distance every day.

He couldn’t let anything happen to them.

*I owe them. They gave me a home when I lost mine.*

He sighed deeply.

But he also knew trouble was coming. Eric was getting bolder. Clara’s mother was confused and emotional. His absence made the house feel weaker. And the enemies from his father’s past were still searching for him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and whispered to himself, “I need to move carefully. One wrong step and everything will fall apart.”

As he looked into the night, he made a quiet promise.

Soon… he would return to that town fully.  

Not as a nobody.  

Not as the quiet son-in-law they laughed at.  

But as the heir to one of the biggest companies in America…  

And the man who would uncover the truth behind his father’s death.

For now, he would stay hidden.  

For now, he would watch from the shadows.  

For now, he would wait.

But the day of rising was getting closer.

Ryan’s eyes hardened.

And when that day comes…  

No one will be ready for him.