A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

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.

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

"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.

The type of man who believed hard work and patience could build an empire. I despised men like that. Slow men. Content men. Men without hunger. Even while he sent allowances for his son, for me, and later for Dawn, I hated the way he looked at me, like he could see right through to the parts of me I fought to bury. When he announced he was bringing in another wife for his son, because I was “too controlling,” “too extravagant,” and “refused to listen”…I could’ve killed him. How dare he?

Because the meaning of this laughter was, I am despised what is happening around me! I got up and approached one of my men. “Bring here the untrustworthy minions who does not know who to follow between me and my son." "I have my reasons." which Aiden was sent hurling to the farthest corner of the room without me even touching him. I'm already annoyed by the arrogance of my own son. His pride gives me nothing but misfortune. Tsk.

“I would never do something as childish as deliberately ignoring your calls. I’ve been busy with a lot of things at school lately. Since you’re fine, there’s no need to force a conversation.” I was completely drained and had no energy to argue with her. After that, I went back to my room. Not long after, Snow came in. She sat down beside me and, unusually patient, began explaining herself. “Jared, my dad told me everything that happened today. I know you aren’t at fault, but he’s older. You need to show him some respect.” ‘Ha! Respect!’ I thought. I had tiptoed around Richard for the past five years, but all I ever received was an accusation that I was the disrespectful one.

“I will not be having the spawn of Eldric Hayes as a son-in-law, no matter what. That bloodline is poison.” Fuck. This might be harder than I fucking thought.