The Grande Revenge Of The Son in Law
Precious Ogwezhi · Ongoing · 107.3k Words
Introduction
Three years later, he comes out of prison only to find his girlfriend getting married to the same man that had caused his demise and after being humiliated and degraded, it only brings about an unquenchable thirst for revenge.
When a mystery old man gives him a ring to find an organization, Logan's life will forever take a huge turn and his ultimate revenge plan would be more than easy to execute.
Chapter 1
"Hmph" Logan exhales in a sigh after taking in a huge breath as the huge prison walls crowned with barb wires create a rather photogenic backdrop behind him. It has been three long years since he got locked up and he was ready for a fresh start.
"Hmmm that's odd" he thinks as he stares at his dulled silver watch, which surprisingly is still working after all this time, "I thought she would be here by now" he mutters further as he glances around in search of his girlfriend.
Just then........
"Vrrooom!" a red sedan suddenly pulls up in front of him, garnering a little dust and startling him a bit as he jerks backwards. He squints his eyes as he tries to peer through the tinted windows, which then suddenly slide down.
"Logan! My man, what's good?!" the driver with his sunglasses on, asks excitedly as he stares at Logan from inside the car.
"Lucas?" Logan asks rhetorically as he recognizes his voice.
"In the flesh dawg" he replies
"How did you know I wa......."
"Nonsense!" Lucas interjects, "Why in the world wouldn't I know? You're my best friend dawg. Now get in" he says as he stretches his hand to open front seat passenger door. Logan gets in and they drive off.
"Welcome back man. It's good to see you free again" Lucas says with a huge smile, his eyes fixated on the road for the most part as he pats Logan on the shoulder.
"You can say that again" Logan responds, "I missed everyone a lot, especially you and Chanel" he adds. On hearing Chanel, an evident expression of displeasure etches up on his face.
What could have caused it?
Anyway, Logan notices it and decides to ask.
"What's up with you man? What's with the long face?" Logan asks with a mild chuckle, "Wait hold up, you're not gonna cry 'cause I said I missed you, are you?" he mocks with a chuckle.
"You're crazy man. Y'think this is some sorta Titanic movie and shit?" he responds with a smirk as he steers the car with one hand, the other resting out the window.
"Haha, you really are getting emotional" Logan laughs pointing at him mockingly. "Did you lose your balls while I was locked up man?" he asks rhetorically.
"Pffft, you wish" he scoffs, "They got bigger" he says which makes both of them laugh heartily as they drive down the curly road, from which they can clearly see the ocean down below from the side.
"Hope your girl chokes on 'em" Logan quips and then suddenly remembers his girlfriend. "Hey, where is Chanel anyway? I thought I called her to come pick me up" he says.
Lucas keeps driving as the smile gradually wanes off his face.
"I'd rather let her go man. She ain't good enough for you" he suddenly says and gives a pause, "There's better fish out there" he adds.
"Geez, what's with the attitude man?" Logan responds, wondering why Lucas is acting a bit weird today. "I can't just let her go 'cause she ain't shown up yet. She might be busy or something" he says in her defense while Lucas shakes his head in pity.
"Oh she's busy alright" he casually says.
"Hey man, what's the big idea? Cut it out. I don't like the way you're talking about her" Logan tells him, "she's my girlfriend not yours" he adds.
"Dammit Logan! Do you think I'll be saying all this if I didn't care about you man?" he replies, "Of course she's not my girlfriend and she ain't yours ei.......sigh... Nevermind", he pauses suddenly.
"Hold up, what do you mean she ain't mine?" Logan asks in defense mode.
"It's nothing man, it just sorta came out" he replies.
"No man. Shit like that don't just come out. I demand an explanation" he says. "You done gon' smash her, haven't you?" he interrogates, glaring at Lucas threateningly.
"Jesus Logan! Hell nah!" Lucas denies vehemently, "Why in the world would I even do that? You're my best friend dawg. I'd never play you dirty" he says reassuringly to him.
"Then what is it? what's with all the trash talk about Chanel?" Logan then asks. Lucas stays quiet and keeps driving. He doesn't know how to break the news to him.
"You gotta tell me something man or I'll have to believe you guys been doing stuff together behind my back" he says accusingly.
"She's getting married" Lucas mutters as he stares as the road ahead.
"What's that?"
"She's getting married dammit!" he yells. The realization hits Logan hard and he is unable to accept it. He stalls for a minute as if trying to digest what he had just heard.
"That can't be true man. She promised me she'd......"
"Promised you? Wake the fuck up man!" Lucas yells at him, "She's been playing you like a guitar. Wake up" he says.
Shivers run down Logan's spine, as if cold water had been poured on him. He simply can't believe his ears.
"It can't be" he thought "Chanel would never do something like that" he wished in his heart of hearts.
"And worse still, she's getting married today. That's why she couldn't come over to pick you up" Lucas says further.
"It's a lie" Logan mutters to himself repeatedly in a bid to dispel all doubt.
"Well suit yourself. I only told you what I had to" Lucas says as he takes a right turn into the freeway. Gritting his teeth, Logan soon surrenders to the reality of the truth and rage sets in.
"Who is it?" he mutters.
"What's that?" Lucas asks for clarity
"Who's she getting married to?" he asks.
Lucas stalled for a moment, realizing just how much pain it would bring to Logan should he spew the answer.
"You ain't gonna like to hear it" Lucas replies, "I'd rather you just move on and forget about her" he advises.
"Give me a name. I need a name" he urges.
There's something ominous about his tone, something unlike his normal self. "He must have snapped" Lucas reckons and deciding to avoid any further triggering, remains silent.
"Don't play with me Lucas. Give me a godd*mn name!" Logan snaps at Lucas sending chills down his spine. Logan isn't the type to get violent easily, but it seems something has changed.
"It almost feels like it's a different person" Lucas thinks before finally giving an answer.
"Sebastian" he says, "it's Sebastian".
"Sebastian?" Logan mutters as he drifts off in thought >>>>>>>>
Three years ago>>>>
At a high-end club with changing coloured lights and loud music, Logan is to meet some business tycoons for an investment in his company. They had suggested that they meet at the club first to get to know each other on a personal level before doing actual business with each other. Over at the counter, Logan in a black suit and his girlfriend dressed in a short silk red gown discuss and laugh together as they sip from their wine glasses.
"You haven't seen them yet?" Chanel asked him, almost yelling to avoid getting drowned by the music, as he glanced around the room while sipping on his wine.
"I don't really know what they look like but I'm sure I can identify them when I see them" he replied.
"Pssst!" He heard and turned around only to see a blonde man with a crewcut in a suit walking up to him.
"Yeah, how can I help you?" He asked. Judging from his outfit, he was a security personnel.
"Are you Mr. McCarthy?" He asked sternly.
"Yeah why?"
"Please follow me" he said. He was skeptical but decided to comply.
"Wait here for me okay? I'll be back soon" He said to Chanel before kissing her on the cheek and walking away.
A few moments later>>>>
"Hey Mr McCarthy! Good to see you" one of the fat business men in a black suit said to Logan patting him fondly on the back as he took a seat. There were five of them, each with a completely nude masked model sitting beside or on their laps.There were drugs on the round table along with different bottles of liquor.
"Thank you sir" he responded with an awkward smile as his eyes locked onto one of the models, whose nudity was only covered by the predominantly dark colored changing lights.
"I see you're interested in doing business with us" another of the men said, "Here" he said as he passed him a glass of what he was drinking. Logan looked at the drink in his hands and back at the man.
"Drink that and we start talking" the man said with a smirk on his face as the rest started cheering him on.
"Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!". He had no drinking experience. What's he supposed to do?
Moments later>>>>
"Let go off me!" Logan suddenly heard as he tried to overcome his tipsiness. It was Chanel's voice.
"Chanel?" He said as he ran away from the table towards and towards her voice. He saw one of the men who was around the table, drunk and sexually harassing her.
"Get your hands off her!" He yelled as he launched a punch at him and that's where it all began>>>>>
His teeth grit in murderous rage as he stares intensely at the road ahead. Lucas notices the fury on his face and stays quiet. There is an awkward silence in the car as both guys stare at the road in front.
"I'm gonna kill him" Logan mutters, his stare intensifying and his breath becoming deeper as they drive into the horison.
Last Chapters
You Might Like 😍
Everybody is Guilty Here
Middlesbrough's underworld is a dangerous game, and Matthew Smith finds himself right in the middle of it. A once-feared gang leader, he is now forced to be a pawn in a deadly cat-and-mouse game. Matthew's only shot at freedom is helping the police bring down Mr. K, the elusive mafia boss of the city. The only problem is that the detective he is forced to work with is the same man who arrested him years ago.
Masahiro Payne is everything Matthew hates: cold, calculating, and relentless. But their only hope for survival is by pretending to be a happy couple, blending in amidst dangerous crime, deceit, and power struggles. The closer they find themselves to taking down Mr. K's empire, the more they are attracted to one another, an affair too potent to turn from.
As their undercover mission spirals into a web of lies and hidden desires, they face a growing threat from all sides. But the greatest risk is the one they can't control-their own feelings. With every touch, every stolen kiss, the line between their fake relationship and real emotions blurs.
In a world of betrayal, trust is a luxury, and falling for each other may be the deadliest mistake of all. Can they survive the deadly mafia games or will their passion be their demise?
CHASING GHOSTS
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
Mission: Steal the Male Lead
But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman
The Legacy Game
When scholarship student Chris Linds stumbles onto a mystery someone has killed to protect, she becomes the next target. The only person standing between her and death is Ashen Ford, the academy's cold, untouchable Student Council President—and heir to one of Corvain's founding families.
As anonymous invitations summon twelve students into the legendary Legacy Game, alliances fracture, secrets surface, and every challenge brings another deadly truth to light. But the greatest secret isn't who will win.
It's why one winner vanished without a trace... and why someone will do anything to make sure history repeats itself.
My Alpha's Fake Luna
Those were the last words my Alpha whispered before he severed our bond.
I believed our marriage was over.
I was wrong.
For two years, I thought Alpha Michael never loved me.
Every misunderstanding pushed us farther apart.
Every silence broke another piece of my heart.
While another woman slowly took my place.
But everything changed after the death of the Grand Alpha.
My mate began watching me.
Protecting me.
Holding me whenever I fell.
Looking at me like he was terrified of losing me.
If he hated me...
Why did he keep risking everything for me?
And why did everyone panic the moment I finally chose another future?
My Husband's Secretary Wore My Dress
Those words shattered Vivian's heart.
For three years, she endured her husband's coldness and his secretary's endless provocations.
She never knew that the woman he trusted most had stolen her identity.
Or that the man she loved had secretly loved her all along.
When the truth finally came out, it was already too late.
Vivian had divorced him.
She had disappeared with his unborn child.
And she had no intention of coming back.
Five years later, the former ballerina returned as the sole heiress of a powerful family.
Standing beside her was a little girl with eyes identical to Caden Lux's.
The billionaire who once ignored her had gone mad.
He blocked her in the dressing room, knelt before her, and even accepted the possibility that another man had taken his place.
Because losing his pride was nothing.
Losing Vivian had nearly killed him.
But after everything he had done…
Could she ever forgive the man who chose another woman over his own wife?
The MC Hacker’s Stolen Princess
She did not come to find out her father had promised her to another man.
As the only daughter of Shane “Rook” Rourke, president of the Lost Coast Renegades MC, Taryn has always known club business comes first. But when Rook signs a treaty with the dangerous president of Iron Mesa, he crosses a line even she never imagined.
Safe passage through Arizona territory comes with a price.
Her.
Kellan Stroud is thirty, powerful, ruthless, and already waiting at Sturgis to meet the woman he expects to marry.
Taryn wants no part of him, no part of the agreement, and definitely no part of a future chosen for her by two men who think a signature is enough to decide where she belongs.
Then she meets Bobby Fuentes.
At twenty, Bobby is one of the youngest fully patched members of the Sons of Doom MC. He is quiet until he has something to say, dangerous when he needs to be, and smart enough to get into places no one else can. Hacking is what he does best.
Until Taryn gives him a new problem to solve.
One reckless connection at Sturgis becomes something neither of them can ignore, and when Bobby realizes exactly what Rook has promised away, walking away stops being an option.
But stealing another president’s future wife is not a misunderstanding.
It is an insult.
A betrayal.
And in the MC world, it can mean war.
Taryn refuses to be anyone’s property.
Bobby has never been good at following rules.
And Kellan Stroud does not forgive what he believes belongs to him.
The road out of Sturgis may cost them everything first.
Filled, Owned, and Fucked by My Best Friend’s Father
He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.
But the night I caught him eating another woman alive by the pool, I couldn’t look away.
And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.
Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.
He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Love's Deadly Equation
I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
My name is Keegan Caffery. I’m the Carter Mafia’s best hitman. I don’t miss. I don’t fail.
At least, I didn’t use to.
I don’t know what it is about her that got to me first—her mouth, her mind, or the way she looks at me like I’m not what she should fear.
I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
She knows it.
And she still doesn’t run.
She just watches me back like she’s studying a problem she refuses to call impossible.
She’s the one variable I can’t control.
And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
But every time I imagine it—
I can’t stand it.
Her or me. That’s the math.
It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
Which sounds impressive until you realize what it actually means: I don’t fit anywhere people expect me to.
I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
I should be afraid of him.
I keep waiting for that to kick in.
Instead, I’m fascinated.
Because for the first time in my life… I’ve found something I can’t solve.
He is my deadly equation.
