A Despised Son In Law Novels & Stories

“No one deserves to have a vile person like you for a father. You're just a worthless man who takes advantage of people's trust.” He rolled his eyes. “Please don't keep up with that innocent little miss narrative. You and I both know that's what you wanted. Dressing in those skimpy skirts and jeans that emphasized your curves so well.” Gypsy regarded him with disgust, bile rising in her throat. “You're nauseating.” “I want to meet my son.” He declared. Gypsy struggled again, trying to free herself from him, the results making the ache in her rib intensify. “Stay away from my son. He is not your son.”

“I think he's the best son-in-law any mother could have. At least he knows exactly how to handle you and your daughter.” I clenched my fists, glaring at him. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” “Oh, it’s hilarious,” he replied, still chuckling. “You and Phoebe thought you could just disrespect me, right? But now look at how you're being treated by your daughter's husband. What a shame!” I shot back, “You’re just bitter because you’ve lost everything. You’re not even the CEO anymore. What makes you think anyone cares what you have to say?”

Liam greeted, smiling faintly at her. The woman rolled her eyes. "I feel sorry for my daughter, she's married to a useless son of a bitch, like you!" Mrs Lopez sneered, glaring daggers at Liam. He was really the most useless person she had ever seen in her life, and she despised him to the core. "What has my family ever done to deserve such a useless man as our son in-law?" Ignoring her words, Liam got back to cutting the onions. He was used to her Insults, and he had learned to cope with it by then.

“My God, I’m so very disappointed with my only son. Of all the women in the world, why did he get into you that still work in a club and have a child? God, what a humiliation for this family. I sob. “Yes. I only work at the bar. . . but I am a decent woman. Dave is the only man in my life. And yes, I worked there, but I only did it to provide for my daily needs. Especially since I am the only one who provides for myself and my education. Dave knows that. He knows my life.” “We don’t care if our son is the only man in your life, woman. We don’t care about it. What we care about are my son and your embarrassing reputation. Do you think you fit into this family? If the child from you and Dave,

For that particular impromptu meeting, his hatred and verbal abuse would have done me more justice than a friendly gesture, an insincere friendly gesture to be exact, my body and mind had come to terms with the fact that he hated me with everything he had. To him I was another disappointment just like his son Gabriel and there was a chance none of that would have changed. "Blake, Blake, Blake" he said shaking his head with a sick smile, "why are you stuck in the past? We are good now unless you Fuck up we move on you're my obedient son-in-law and am your disappointed father-in-law" "We both know you lied I hit you" "Who cares whether I lied or not? You are not the same Blake you were months

Why is my life turned upside down instead? I was unfortunate enough to be chosen by the chairman as his daughter-in-law. I saved that old man once and he liked me so much that he wanted me in his family. Doesn't it sound like a Cinderella story? But in reality, it isn't. Though that old man, Johnathan Davis, is a very good person, his second son, Logan Davis, is a scumbag, a Playboy, and a ruthless monster. He is far worse than my cold ex-boss, the eldest son of the Davis family, Mr. Nathan Davis, the CEO of the company.

All the while, he looked at Edwin with deep disappointment. He had never imagined that the son he had always treated with such care could say something like this. He had devoted himself to his career all those years precisely so Edwin could live a better life. Yet now, Edwin showed no appreciation at all, even turning it into a fault to be thrown back at him. The son he had raised with such effort had become a blade stabbing straight into his heart. “Fine. If you can say things like this, then I’ll act as if I never raised you.”

“What the hell is your daughter, Patrick? I’ll say it to your face—she’s a curse on whatever house she enters. You couldn’t raise her properly, spoiled her rotten into the monster she is, and now you want to dump her on us like she’s some grand prize? You trying to curse my whole family to an early grave? She’d drive us all insane!” He sneered. “Don’t bother yelling at my wife. You want to fight? Fine, yell at me instead. My son is one in a million, the pride of this family, while your daughter’s a disgrace who bought her way through school. I used to be polite and hold my tongue, but ask yourself—why don’t any of your three sons live at home? Because of her. Because even in her own house, n

“If Mom says that the beggar is your son, then he is. You faked your death and even had another child with another woman behind my mom’s back! If anyone is vile, it’s you two!” When her good “son” threw those insults at her, Margaret was filled with grief. “Ethan, don’t let Scarlet’s lies deceive you! I’m your real mother! I did all that so that you’d shine today. You can’t say those things! You’ll hurt my feelings!” Luke glared at Ethan hatefully too. “Ethan, Dad and Mom did this for your own good. How could you say those things to Mom for that old bat’s sake?!”

The caption on the livestream was poison: "Rich wife fakes poverty, abandons husband and child, targets Harvard son." The comments were already a dumpster fire, class resentment and rage-bait all funneled directly at me. One comment in particular: "Anyone else notice the antlers in the background? I think that's a hint he got played. My money's on the HR guy. Rich girls always play dirty." "Walking out on her own son, this woman has no soul. I'd put that kid on a pedestal." "Harvard son and she still left? Something is very wrong with her."