The Vengeful Son In-Law

Harvey stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol and unpleasant odors. The atmosphere grew tense as everyone's gaze fixated on him, filled with disgust. Margaret, seething with anger, had meticulously planned her 50th birthday party for a whole year, only for her disrespectful son-in-law to ruin it.

Whispers filled the room, "Quick, get your husband out of here!" commanded George to his daughter.

She approached Harvey, intending to calm him down, but he snapped at her, "Don't touch me! I'm sorry for being late, but I didn't even receive an invitation. Can you believe it? I, the son-in-law, excluded from my mother-in-law's birthday celebration!"

Margaret's eyes scanned the room, disappointment etched on the faces of the distinguished guests. "You ungrateful fool," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "Leave this place immediately, or you'll regret it."

"Listen up, Harvey. If you dare bring any more shame upon my daughter and our family, your marriage will come crashing down. And then we'll see what becomes of you," Margaret coldly warned.

Fed up with his behavior, Margaret had reached her breaking point. Harvey seemed determined to be a constant embarrassment to her family.

"Fine, Margaret. I'll leave. But mark my words, this is the last time you'll ever threaten me," he scolded before turning to make his exit. However, a voice from behind interrupted him. "Let him stay. I want to witness the downfall of my cousin, the once great and powerful Harvey Price. Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Richard Darby sneered, shaking his head.

Richard Darby was one of the few people Harvey despised the most. He had endured immense suffering after the tragic death of his father at the hands of Richard's family, an experience that had left him scarred and fueled his animosity.

Avoiding eye contact, Harvey knew that meeting Richard's gaze would only reopen old wounds. He hastily made his escape, the echoes of laughter and mocking names ringing in his ears.

"Don't you even think about it," Richard commanded, as Halle attempted to chase after Harvey. Within moments, the party resumed as if nothing had happened.

Devastated, Harvey contemplated how much longer he could endure this torment. His marriage to Serena felt like a dance with the devil. Margaret and George seemed determined to pick up where the Darbys and the rest of his family had left off.

Lost in his thoughts, Harvey failed to notice a car barreling towards him. Suddenly, the vehicle screeched to a halt, and a pleasant-looking lady rolled down the window.

"Harvey Price, your father must be rolling in his grave. His once esteemed son, now reduced to a mere laughingstock by those who wouldn't even dare utter the Price name in his presence."

Stunned, Harvey had never encountered this woman before. "Who are you, and how do you know my father?" he questioned.

"It's not about who I am, but what I can offer you," she replied, handing him a contact card before speeding away. Deep down, he knew she was right. How had he gone from being at the top to becoming the prey?

The Price name used to strike fear, but now Harvey had tarnished his father's legacy. It was time for him to get his act together and restore the honor of the Price Dynasty. Uncovering the hidden secrets that everyone was keeping became his top priority. He had been kept in the dark for far too long.

Harvey was certain that the mysterious lady held the answers to Monica's sudden disappearance and all the strange occurrences surrounding him. Allies had been formed to keep him down, preventing him from living up to his father's expectations. But he was determined to prove them all wrong.

He quickly dialed a number on his phone and then headed home to freshen up for his upcoming meeting. Upon arriving, he spotted Halle standing in front of the apartments.

Halle held a special place in his heart. She was the only one in the Crawford family who treated him with genuine kindness, unlike Serena, who never showed him any respect.

"Harvey, I apologize for earlier. My mother had no right to speak to you that way. And your cousin? Let's not even go there. He's just a pompous jerk, reaping the benefits of your father's hard work," she said, her words captivating him.

As he listened, he couldn't help but wonder what had truly happened. He had known Halle before Serena came into the picture, but he could never comprehend the sudden change in Halle's behavior that had led him to marry Serena.

"Your concern means a lot, but you should go before Serena arrives. You know how she reacts when she sees us together," he said, his voice filled with worry.

"That's because deep down, she knows we're meant to be," Halle replied. This had always been the truth for Harvey, but every time he asked her why she did what she did, she grew fearful and insisted on keeping her secrets locked away.

This time, he would give her one last chance to come clean. "Halle, it's time you tell me everything you know. There are no secrets that can stay hidden forever. Eventually, they will come to light," he said, looking deep into her eyes. He could see the tears welling up, almost ready to spill over.

"This burden has weighed on you for too long, Halle. It's time to let it go. I know it's about me, and that's why it hurts you every time I bring it up," he urged, his voice filled with empathy.

"You may feel like you betrayed me, but I don't see it that way. You were backed into a corner and had no choice," she stammered, searching for the courage to speak those words. Suddenly, without warning, she took off, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

"I can't be the one to expose this. I just can't," she muttered through tears. He tried to chase after her, but he knew it was futile. His meeting was too important.

He quickly arranged for a car from a rental service. He couldn't take any chances with his own car being tracked. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to discover the truth.

As he arrived at the shady location, he was taken aback to see the same woman from before. He had intended to call her after he finished here.

Before he could approach her, he noticed Mike, the person he had come to meet, shaking hands with her. He couldn't help but interrupt, exclaiming, "You again?"

With a mysterious smile, she responded, "Well, the fact that you're here means you're trying to do what's expected of you. Let me leave you with this: your problems didn't start with the Darbys and your family. They're just the tip of the iceberg. Your true troubles lie with the Crawfords." And with that enigmatic statement, she walked away, leaving him with more questions than answers.

"Whoa, hold up! Where on earth do you think you're coming from? You must be out of your mind pulling that stunt at Mum's birthday!"

Her voice filled with anger, she seethed, "All my parents ever did was rescue you from your miserable life, thanks to my love for you. And this is how you repay them? By acting like an ungrateful son-in-law?"

Harvey's mind was racing with everything he had just learned about his relationship with Crawford. He had to restrain himself from losing control and hurting Serena right then and there.

"Serena, I never asked you to marry me. You forced yourself on me. You knew I never loved you. For what it's worth, you were just a rebound. I settled for you because I couldn't have Halle. So deal with it."

Serena was devastated. She knew the marriage was a sham, but his words cut through her like a sharp blade.

As she raised her hands to slap him, he swiftly grabbed her wrist. "Don't you ever dare! And as for your precious family, I'm coming for all of you," he declared, forcefully pushing her back, causing her to crash onto the ground.

Serena couldn't fathom what had gotten into Harvey. The audacity, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Let's see just how brave he really is once I strip him of his privileges for a while. The nerve of him to act like he's still the same old Harvey Price!"

Serena, the first daughter and heiress of the mighty Crawford Empire, had been secretly infatuated with Harvey since she was sixteen. But she was always invincible to him. So when he lost everything, she eagerly hopped on board with the plan.

she had the chance to be Harvey's wife, to control his life. Who would've thought? She even threatened her sister to make it happen, knowing Harvey would never love her. But she didn't care. She believed he was nothing without her. That power over his life was all she craved.

Suddenly, she sprang up from the floor, grabbed the phone and made a call. "Mom, something's off. Harvey is acting strange. We need to figure out why. It must be because of Halle's visit yesterday." "There's no telling what she said to him. My helper mentioned she left in a frenzy."

"That stupid girl, I never get why she can't be more like you. Don't worry, my dear, I'll take over from here. And Serena, I've told you countless times, you should leave this marriage while you still can.

Harvey's got nothing to offer you anymore. You know Richard's been after you. Think about what you can accomplish with his support. You two could become the most powerful couple in the city if you formed an alliance through marriage.

Margaret only cared about two things: power and money. She didn't hesitate to get rid of anyone who stood in her way. Marriage, believed that marriage was nothing more than an arrangement, a business alliance. If you happen to fall in love, well, that's a bonus."

With all the information he had, he was left bewildered that no one had a clue about Monica's disappearance. Everyone claimed she had landed a better job overseas and left, but he knew she would never have left without saying goodbye to him.

She did express that she was troubled before she vanished. But when he thought about it, who would truly benefit from her sudden disappearance?

Harvey locked himself in, pacing back and forth, the weight of his failure sinking in. He had promised to protect her, and he had turned to her for help with a dangerous assignment that may have cost her life.

For all he knew, Monica had stumbled upon something important. On the night of her disappearance, she texted him to meet up, mentioning that she had found something he would be interested in. Filled with self-frustration, he punched the wall until his knuckles bled.

He pulled up the floor tiles, revealing the hidden briefcase. He grabbed one in particular, filled with cash. No way he could withdraw the needed funds without raising suspicion.

That's when he thought of dialing the lady from the car. She might have info on Monica. Then, his eyes caught sight of certain documents. They hinted at the possibility of his mom being alive, despite his dad claiming she died during childbirth.

Tears welled up as he realized his last memory of his father was a hurtful argument about his mother. He said things he shouldn't have. But now, he didn't know what to believe anymore. With limited funds, he had to ensure his plan worked. He was betting everything he had on it.

He made up his mind to pay the lady a visit, knowing she would be an invaluable ally. Little did he know, Margaret had him followed. She didn't take Serena's concerns lightly.

He led her all the way to a hotel room, where he entered with a woman. Margaret was seething with anger. She contemplated storming in and beating the shit out of his mistress, but that would cause her to expose their family's dirty laundry. Instead, she decided to wait for him.

After hours passed, he finally emerged alone. Margaret had instructed her driver to threaten him, ready to run him over. Just as he was about to throw a punch at the driver, she stepped out and delivered a resounding slap.

realizing what was happening, he got scared, thinking she was already on to him. "I can explain, Margaret," he asserted, his voice kept calm.

"Save it, you peasant! You've made a sham out of my daughter, and it ends here," she spat out, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment. "Listen to me, boy, my family and I want nothing to do with you anymore."

"So here's what's gonna happen," she continued, her tone dripping with disdain. "You will leave Serena alone. It's time she moved on to something better. I will give you the sum of fifty million dollars to get out of this city, go breathe and waste your life somewhere else."

His face twisted with defiance, he retorted, "I won't leave, Margaret. I don't care for you or your family, and I most certainly don't care for Serena. But I won't leave the city."

"This city is my whole life, where my father and his lineage lived and died," he passionately expressed.

"You can't cast me out, and this isn't about you thinking I cheated on Serena. Can you honestly say she isn't having affairs with your firm's clients?"

"I know my wife, and you know your daughter," he retorted, his voice growing stronger and more defiant. "She's a slut. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Margaret reacted with another hard slap to his face, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You thought you had a choice," she chuckled.

"Harvey, you lost your opinions and options when you married Serena. So get your stuff and get out of my face, you good-for-nothing imbecile," she sneered, her brows furrowing in disapproval.

"This ain't over, Margaret. Mark my words," he warned, his voice filled with determination. But before he could say anything else, four burly men surrounded him, following Margaret's orders to remove him.

They swiftly covered his face with a sack and knocked him out, dragging him to the back of the truck.

"That foolish boy, thinking he can go up against me, Margaret Crawford! He must be itching to reunite with his father," she smirked proudly, getting into her car.

The woman who was with Harvey, hid behind a tree as she witnessed it all unfold. She had been gathering evidence against Margaret, undeniable proof that would ensure Margaret rots in jail for life. Not even her power and wealth will save her now.

Margaret had done wicked things to people, but they were too scared to speak up, fearing for their safety and that of their families.

Harvey woke up, disoriented, on a moving train bound for a distant county. He frantically searched his pockets and discovered a passport and personal documents, but with a different name and his own face.

He had always known Margaret had a vendetta against him, but now she was stealing his very identity. As he turned to assess his surroundings, he noticed the unsettling gazes of unfamiliar faces fixed upon him. In that moment, he realized he must proceed with caution, for they were there to ensure he never returned to the city.

Harvey had to find a way to escape. As soon as they reached the train station, he quickly hopped into a taxi, not knowing where to go, but desperate to get away. He couldn't contact anyone since his number had been changed, erasing all his contacts.

Harvey tried to stay composed, but then he received a call. Hesitant at first, he suspected it was Margaret, he answered, only to hear a strange voice on the other end. It turned out to be someone claiming to be his father's associate.

As Harvey tried to gather more information, he suddenly heard a loud crash behind him. A car had ambushed the men who were following him, mistaking it for a robbery. Panicking, he shouted at the driver to go faster, but they caught up with him and launched a surprise attack.

They were covered in ski masks, insisting, "Get in, Mr. Price. We're here to keep you safe." Harvey hesitated, but their persuasive argument came in the form of a gun.

Harvey couldn't fathom who would want to protect him, making it hard for him to believe. Though he didn't know their destination, at least Margaret's men had lost track of him.

"Where are you taking me? How much did they pay to make me disappear? I promise I'll pay double. I'll find the money and be forever grateful to all of you." His pleas fell on deaf ears, except for one person with a gun to his head, demanding silence.

They brought him to a hidden Cabin in the Woods, the perfect place to disappear. Before he could ask more questions, one of the men shoved him forward, leading him to an underground staircase. They left him with a sealed envelope.

Harvey stood before a locked door, desperate to open it. Frantically, he tore open the envelope, but his focus shifted to the password information inside.

Without hesitation, Harvey entered the password and the door swung open. What he found inside was beyond his wildest imagination. It was a majestic room with an eerie atmosphere, but that wasn't the most startling part. Sitting around a round table were six men, their eyes fixed on him, their silence deafening.

Summoning his courage, Harvey broke the silence. "What is this place?" he asked, trying to appear brave.

The leader of the group spoke, his voice commanding. "Come closer, Harvey Price, and show respect to the men who will make all your problems disappear."

Harvey obeyed, approaching them cautiously. "This may seem strange, but your father was one of us. As his son, you now inherit his legacy," one of the men revealed.

"We are here to protect you, son," another added, their words hanging in the air.

Harvey couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of secret cult. His voice trembled with strength as he questioned, "If you're really who you say you are, why did it take so long for you to come to my rescue? Do you have any idea what I've been through?"

The men exchanged glances before one of them spoke, his tone filled with a mix of disappointment and resolve. "Harvey, you have only yourself to blame for that. We could only intervene when we were certain you were ready to do whatever it took to reclaim what was rightfully yours. We almost lost hope."

Another man chimed in, revealing the truth behind his father's actions. "Your father established this club because he knew that after his demise, people would come after you. He had enemies, determined to see everything he built crumble."

"And when that day comes,when you're ready to exact your revenge, you'll need all the help you can get. But remember, there are a few rules to follow, my friend. If you think you're up to the task, then get ready to become an elite member. You'll be the youngest among us, making your mark."

"We know you have countless questions, but for now, you only get one answer. The rest will unfold in due time. So choose your next word wisely, Harvey," they whispered, their voices filled with mystery. Harvey's mind raced, overwhelmed by the weight of his choices, as he paced back and forth, lost in thought.

"Harvey, we don't have time for games," one of them sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance. Harvey couldn't ignore the man's disdainful gaze, sensing a deep-seated grudge. He vowed to unravel the secrets and confront the reasons behind the animosity.

"I need to know what happened to Monica," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

They exchanged wary glances, unsure of his decision. "Are you sure that's what you want to find out right now? We don't see how it'll do you any good," they disapproved, their skepticism evident.

"I don't care," he snapped, his tone firm and resolute.

They pointed to a box labeled with Monica's name, containing the answers he sought. But unlocking it required the collaboration of all six members. He snatched the box, eager to uncover the truth.

Left alone, he sifted through its contents, stumbling upon a treasure trove of shocking revelations. The day Monica vanished, she had reached out to him, exposing dark secrets about his father's death and dropping the bombshell that she was carrying his child. She gave birth, but from that moment on, she vanished without a trace.

Margaret and Serena were behind her sudden disappearance, and as for the whereabouts of the baby, after she gave birth, he was taken away from her with no trace of any adoption and where he ended up.

But one question haunted him: Who was the father of Monica's child? Monica never hid the fact that she had an affair with his father, Anthony Price. If there was any chance she was still alive, he had to find her, and this child could possibly be his brother.

He frantically searched through the box, but it yielded no evidence. Suddenly, his phone chimed, indicating a message. Margaret wasn't kidding; she had wired the transfer of the money. Harvey stared at the boxes containing the answers to all his burning questions, but formidable forces stood in his way, preventing him from obtaining the truth.

Harvey has meticulously devised a plan to reclaim his father's stolen company from the clutches of Darby. Determined to exact his revenge on Serena and Margaret, he intends to strike them with such force that they will be left bewildered.

Suddenly, his attention is drawn to something that falls to the floor. As he stoops down to retrieve it, he realizes it is a photograph of a woman. To his astonishment, it is the very same picture he had seen attached to the case file of his alleged birth mother.