A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

"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

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.

I sat up and frowned. "Not physically, I am pretty resilient," I sighed. "You know what I mean," he grunted and sat next to me on the wooden dock. My heart was thumping erratically in my chest as I side-eyed his profile. Grayson turned to me and looked upset. "I did something stupid in my thoughtlessness and now my son surely despises me because of that pretty boy. Not to mention I made the Goddess's council look bad," he muttered. I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded at him causing him to bury his face in his large hands.

This is exactly what I wanted, but I didn't get the chance to say that yet. Actually, I didn’t want to be the one to propose a divorce first. I’d been struggling to keep up with this boring lifestyle for three solid years. Gosh, it’s been hell to live with this guy, I could barely breathe. He’s such a prude, and I had to pretend to be as prude as he was just to make this fucking marriage work and bring honor to my family. I’m used to living a wild life, I love clubbing and partying. I love having fun with my friends every fucking day. But since I married this guy, it’s been hell on earth. This has been a loveless marriage, I feel like a fucking slave in bondage. Our contract states that I ha

Leo who saw the wronged look in his wife look felt a pang of guilt. he calmly said to the old lady without any fear on his face: you can say that I am wrong without looking at any evidence but at least now you know that your granddaughter didn't achieve anything because your favorite son didn't even give her a chance to work in any major project. The old lady was very annoyed by the repeated rebuttal of this waste son in law but she looked at ava’s face and felt a little bit guilty.

"They believe you're healthy." “I want to fix my name in your family. I don't want to be labeled as a son-in-law and parasite-in-law in this house. I don't want to be labeled as a trash son-in-law and brother-in-law. I don't want to be an unreliable husband.” Lionny looked down and touched. "Tomorrow you don't have to do homework like this anymore." “I don't mind at all. Three full years I worked only eat sleep and become a parasite. I want to prove to your family that I am not an unreliable lazy person.”

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.