A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

"This is none of your business. Stay out of it!" With a scowl, Tony's jaw tightened, his voice dripping with disdain as he responded. "You want to use the Aniston name to attach yourself to our family reputation, but you conveniently forget the tarnish your own father has brought upon it. If anyone should be unleashing their anger, it should be directed at him, not my niece-in-law." In dismay, Melissa's eyes widened at the mention of Jada being Tony's niece-in-law. Her mind closed off, refusing to acknowledge the truth that was staring her in the face.

Fred sighed "you see her father was a very good man. He had a huge impact on my success story. So I'm just returning the favor by helping his daughter" "So she's just a sob story" Ethan said casually. "Don't you dare call her names" Fred yelled pointing his finger angrily "you have no idea what she went through. You have no idea how it feels to lose both parents." With that, he stormed out of the room in anger. Ethan was left stunned. Why was his father so angry? He decided to go after him and find out what's wrong. He met his father at the balcony taking deep breaths. He was trying to calm his anger.

“Ruby, are you going to take responsibility for your son or not? You don’t pay a cent, you never visit, and you have the gall to show up here for an exam? The boy being pushed around was Jacob. He was thinner and tanner than the last time I had seen him. His clothes were filthy and torn, like a little beggar. His eyes, which were full of yearning hope, were fixed on the elegant, stylish woman before him, Ruby. “Mom…” Hearing that word, Ruby’s face twisted with disgust. It was so raw that it was almost palpable. “I am not your mother! I said it when I divorced your father. I wanted nothing to do with you!” The light in Jacob’s eyes died instantly. However, the instinct to reach for his mother

“You think I should trust my son around someone who works at a club” I flinched at his words, but kept my head high. “That was temporary, sir. I wasn't…” “I don’t care,” he cut in flatly, his voice deep and harsh. “You’re clumsy, careless, and clearly…desperate. The last thing my son needs is someone like that around him.” His words hit harder than I expected.

"Take care of you?" A clear, mocking voice rang out. "My mother is the Donna of the Bellini family," my son said coolly. "Her status is higher than yours. "She hates cooking. You build a huge kitchen and pretend it's for her, when in the end, you're the one benefiting from it. Disgusting. "You allowed someone to defile my grandmother's veil. You abandoned her 19 times on what was supposed to be your wedding day. You're a faithless piece of trash. What right do you have to compare yourself to my father?"

Sophia looked directly at him “You keep using that word as if being my husband gives you some claim over me.” Ethan stared at her. She continued, her voice cold “You haven't been a husband to me, Ethan. You've been someone I have had to carry for three years.” Richard's face showed approval. “Finally,” he said quietly. Ethan felt something sink inside him, he had endured Richard's insults, he had endured Charlotte's indifference, he had endured being treated like a man who had nothing but Sophia's words reached somewhere the others couldn't. Because she was the one person who had once made him believe he wasn't completely alone in that house.

"You’ve gone soft in your old age. Too much time spent on... domestic comforts." "Watch your tongue, Dante," Lorenzo said, his voice calm but laced with steel. "You are speaking to my wife. Your mother, in the eyes of this house." Dante let out a short, sharp laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "My mother? She looks like she’s barely old enough to know how to drive, let alone run this house." He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, invading Elena’s space without moving an inch closer. "Tell me, stepmother... how did a girl like you end up with a man who prefers ledgers to the bedroom? It must be very... lonely... for someone so young."

“And now that spineless bastard has abandoned me.” One of the women, Lorna, a wiry brunette with sharp eyes, let out a chuckle. “Didn’t you say your son would help you too?” My fingers curled into fists. “Ethan is a disgrace. That ungrateful little brat! I regret the day I gave birth to him.” The other women nodded in agreement, except for Camille—the one person I truly despised in this hellhole. She had been here because of me, and she never let me forget it.

“Is it not shameful for a single woman to keep spending the night in a married man’s house when she's not related to him, and has her own house?” “Stop it, Essy,” Asher snapped. “She’s not going anywhere. You should be the one to leave.” I stared at him. My son. The boy I almost died giving birth to. “I agree,” Vesper chimed in. “What is your usefulness here anyway? All you do is eat and sleep and spend my brother’s hard-earned money. You’re dead weight. A fat cow.” I opened my mouth.... But Alex slammed his hands on the table.

Outwardly a gentleman but nothing more but a thieving priest in suit. Real estate, Hotels and recreational services and establishments were under Greg Clawson's control. The first born biological son of Elder Clawson. It was one of the fairly large departments the company owned and one of the easiest to manage but a fool would always remain a fool. Somehow he always managed to screw it up. The department was lagging behind and deep in debt as he had continuously been siphoning the money into stock investments that always seemed to crash. In business he was no more than an imbecile. His hatred for his second son who had from the beginning been much more acknowledged by grandfather wasn't then