A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

"Don't think like that. That ungrateful kid only cares about his own future. Why would he care about family? Earlier today, his professor even called me, saying he had to go back and confirm some application. He's clearly trying to run. You're this sick, and he still wants to go to school like nothing's wrong! Why doesn't he just drop dead?" Dylan watched them fly into a rage, his eyes filling with tears as he hurried over and hugged them. "Mom, Dad, don't say that about him. Even when he told me a few days ago to give up treatment and leave all the money to him, he just wanted a better life for himself." That set them off completely. My father slammed his fist against the wall. "What?! He a

This can't be happening. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaking. Lucas's expression shifted. The smugness turned into something darker, something predatory. He looked me up and down, his gaze heavy with a lust that felt entirely different from Silas's. Silas was passion; Lucas was power. "I'm tired of being the invisible son in this house," Lucas said, his voice dropping. He stepped closer, the smell of mint and something metallic clinging to him. "I think it's time we had our own little arrangement."

“Why would he do this? What does he want with her?” “You don’t know him, Desi,” her mother said, her voice tight with restrained anger. Desi looked up, her eyes red from crying. “Mom, I thought…” “You thought what? That he suddenly became a good man?” Her mother shook her head. “I didn't want to spoil the perfect image of your father. You had a great relationship with him, I didn't want to take that away from you. But you know what, Dan is a liar, a cheater, and a drunk. He’s been that way for as long as I’ve known him.”

I asked, my tone laced with skepticism, challenging him to explain the twisted rationale behind his words, as the tension in the room seemed to thicken. He exhaled deeply, his voice laced with resentment. "I love my son, but his mother is nowhere near the best woman in the world. She’s like a locust from the eighth plague; instead of feeding on flesh, she devours the wealth of men." The bitterness in his words painted a vivid picture of the turmoil that lay beneath his frail exterior. He had described her perfectly, but I couldn't let it slide. "Is that what you tell yourself to feel better after stealing your nephew's girlfriend?" I shot back, the sharpness of my words cutting through the t

Besides, he hated her and said that he didn't want to see her face. This man was a devil. Even after raping her, he still despised her. He was a total bastard. Therefore, even if the man was her son's father, she didn't want him to show up. She hoped that people would forget about her son's behavior as soon as possible, and that no man who claimed to be his father would appear in the future.

So I won't let this man shit talk him, "I mean, there are way worse things your son could be besides a ‘slacker'." "Angelique, to be honest, I don't even know what the fuck you're doing here. This is supposed to be a family outing," Jacob growls at me, completely pissed off, "I won't allow you to be disrespecting me like that. Your father and my son may put up with your spoiled attitude, but I will not.”

, before I could complete my mom said, " I know Neil! I know yesterday your dad announced your marriage with young Ms. Goenka. And I know you are not exactly happy about it but just try and understand the situation. Her father is very close to our respected Queen and if you become his son in law you know how much better it will be for your Dad at work, don't you? Please Neil. We have done everything we could do for you. Now it's your turn, Son. ", saying so she left smiling. Smiling Empathically.

Fucking bastard how his ass burnt in the fire when I said a word against that bitch but he never said a word when people insulted my mother. "Sinister is my son. Even if you like it or not. And the woman you're calling a bitch was the love of my life. Don't you dare to insult her?" "Then go worship your bitch father. And stop fucking eating my brain. If you ever called me again telling me how much of a great man sinister is and how useless I am then I swear to kill that bastard. Go to your dead bitch." With that, I hang up. Fucking bastard. No matter how much I care about him. After all, he gave me a world but I hate this bastard at the same time. And that bitch too. That bitch and her son r

Beside her, Vivian's mother Linda accepted a crystal champagne flute from a bow-tied server. "This spectacle should prove entertaining, if nothing else," she remarked dryly before taking a delicate sip. Vivian let out a derisive laugh. "Please. My hapless ex-husband was always useless with numbers and business. I'll be shocked if he lasts an hour before embarrassing himself and his family." In the adjacent box, Tristan's surly cousins Brady and Blaine claimed their seats and immediately began passing a discreet silver flask back and forth. "I still can't believe the old man is letting that twerp wager the family company's money," Brady grumbled, face already reddening from the liquor. "It's

“I’m also doing this so that you don’t get into debt over and over again.” “You don’t have to think about me and my parents’ debts.” Marcel emphasized. “Isn’t this why you asked me to be your son-in-law?” Herman clapped his hands together, not expecting Marcel to be so bold as to speak to him. However, Marcel didn’t care if Herman thought of him as an insolent son-in-law. According to Marcel, it was time for him to show the Delvino family what kind of quality he had. To Be Continued—