A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

Blair despised his cruel and heartless father, cursing the heavens for not having any compassion for his brother, and hated himself more that he could not protect his family. He clenched his fists tightly, and his gaze was icy as he stared at Luke. He despised himself for having such a ruthless father. He deserved to die!

Because of Stella’s lies, Reina turned her back on her own daughter. “Honestly, do you think you deserve to be my mom?” Reina felt ashamed. She wiped her tears and did not know what to say. Determined, I got into the car. Before the door closed, Shaun said in a trembling voice, “Quiana, I can’t lose you again.” I turned away and left without looking back. I had two new neighbors in Jorath. They were a pair of father and son. The other neighbors said that the father was respectable and seemed rich.

"Who is this? It's Christmas. Natalia, is he your friend? What's all the shouting about? The relatives inside can hear everything. Take it outside if there's something you need to discuss. Don't cause a scene in the house." I suddenly laughed, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "Do you two not even recognize your own son-in-law anymore? Were all the money and gifts I sent during the holidays for nothing?" Liliana's expression changed drastically, her voice turning shrill. "What nonsense are you talking about? We don't know you at all!" The house was filled with what appeared to be visiting relatives. They were whispering among themselves, but every word reached my ears clearly. "Son-in-law

Jason was so flustered, he didn't even correct himself this time. How long had I been letting the man who claimed to love me degrade me this way? "Your pussy isn't getting your father my assistance either, Lena. My son spent the night balls deep in a hooker already. My fucking heir doesn't need a whore as a wife too. Listen to what you gambled away. Stupid boy," said Derek with a cool air of sophistication, as a sinister glint lit up his lustful gaze.

“You gave me bruises, silence, and a grave I had to claw my way out of and most of all, your son killed my daughter.” His expression shifted—not regret, not remorse. Just more disdain. “You think wearing a white coat makes you something now?” Desmond asked, sneering. “You’re still nothing. Just like your father. Always reaching for things above your station.” “My father never sold me off to save his own skin!” I snapped, standing suddenly, my voice cracking in the small clinic room. Desmond stood, too, slower but no less imposing. “You’re a parasite,” he said coldly. “You latch on to powerful men. First my son, then Sebastian Novair—” he laughed bitterly, “and now what? A hospital job makes

“You’re a worthless crap, a waste to his life. You don’t deserve my son at all and I’ll never support this stupid, damned union!” “That's it. Enough.” I cut her off, a frown forming on my face as I stepped closer. “Ma’am, listen up, I’ve been trying to be respectful, but you’re getting on my nerves. Are you mad?” She and Celine widened their eyes. “Are you crazy? What the heck do you mean but I don’t deserve your son? Listen, Brian is mine, and I don’t appreciate your melodramatic approaches in our relationship. You’re a bother to us..”

They have eyes for my brother only and he is their only son, their ideal son. I am just their mistake who they have to tolerate. Since I have known, I am always compared with him. “Can’t you learn anything from him, see him he is not complaining then why are you? You will get this thing when his is also demolished.” I feel like a trash sometimes, they call me stubborn as if I ask them they will give what I want without creating an issue.

She returned with a cooler of beer and a bag of chips, and we settled into the sand, the sea whispering beside us. “What’s this place called?” I asked. “Haven Island.” “Nice. Feels like the world’s miles away from here.” She studied me for a moment. “So… tell me what happened.” I told her everything. “God, B… Why is the business world like that? Marrying off children for money? They treat people like assets.” “They only care about the company. And the money. I pity Nicole… She doesn’t deserve this. I’m not blaming you, I just hate what your parents are doing.”

He dared call my darling son a bastard,just because of that bitch he called his wife. After the last encounter with Granny.Everywhere was good,I was doing my job wholeheartedly without experiencing any drama or misconduct.I felt so happy that at last I am comfortable and was looking up,to my monthly salary. But it seems that was never going to happen.This family is blinded with hatred for me. Still yet this young man is calling my son a bastard.He was blinded by the love he had for ophelia that he didn't care for his own son. I did all I could in order for me to work there in peace. But Markos and his family didn't allow it to work out, and I am so done in sulking over spilled milk.

“Dad?” Still nothing. I felt something cold settle in my chest. “You sent him away,” I said. “Didn’t you?” Victor finally spoke. “I gave him a choice.” “A choice between what?” my mother demanded. “Obedience,” Victor said calmly, “and exile.” The word hit hard. “You exiled your own son,” I whispered. “He was becoming a liability.” My mother took a step back like she’d been struck. “That’s… that’s not how fathers talk.”