Claimed By My Ex's Father-in-law Novels & Stories

She remained on the couch and let the day's exhaustion pull her under. The next time she woke up, her phone was chiming repeatedly. She opened the phone and realized she had many missed calls, most of them from Aaron. She had been repeatedly tagged in a particular post, and her heart pounded faster as she opened the link. She gasped when she saw a picture of Mathias. The headline says, POV: Your Whorish Ex-Wife Fucked Your Father, And Now You Have A Brother That Looks Exactly Like You To Remind You Of The Betrayal Forever.

I said, my voice firm. Raymond's expression turned serious, his gaze piercing. "I see. But how on earth did you even get married to your ex's father?" he asked, his tone incredulous. I sighed, feeling a familiar sense of frustration. "Well, that's not my decision to make. I had no choice," I said, my voice firm. Raymond raised an eyebrow. "No choice?" he asked, his tone skeptical. I nodded, my expression hardening. "I was pregnant, so what do you expect me to do?" I asked, my voice laced with defiance.

There was no way he could be setting fire to his own life's work. Julian stood up in one fluid, explosive motion, pulling me up with him, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, forcing me to look directly into his dark, stormy eyes. "Julian... my father..." I stammered, my vision blurring as panic began to claw at my chest. "Listen to me," Julian growled, his voice an absolute anchor in the middle of the sudden storm. "Your father is safe. I spoke to his medical team twenty minutes ago. Someone stole his old credentials before the merger was finalized."

He leaned back comfortably. "Firstly, that could never happen because my father passed away years ago." "I know." I shrugged. "Just an assumption." He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "If my father had been stupid enough to do something like that..." His smile disappeared. "I'd never forgive him." "There are billions of women in this world. "So why mine?" His voice became firmer. "And as for me, I'll never have anything to do with my son's ex. Let alone his girlfriend or his fiancée."

“I left the day I turned eighteen. I rarely speak to him. He’s my father in name only. He even tried to trap me in some political marriage, and I despise him for it. I want nothing to do with the man. I swear it hasn’t all been a lie.” “How?” I ask incredulously. “Julian, you’re the only son of a billionaire. That’s a pretty big secret to keep.”

"He knew from the beginning that the fertility problem was not yours. He destroyed two years of your confidence and your hope and your sense of yourself as a potential mother, deliberately and with planning, because he needed you to believe the failure belonged to you." The coffee shop moves around me, someone at the next table is talking about a project deadline. A child near the window is negotiating with its parent over something small and important. The world proceeds, ordinary and indifferent, and inside it I am sitting across from my ex-husband's brother and receiving the confirmation of something I suspected but never let myself fully believe.

He’s beautiful in a way that feels unfair, like a storm you can’t look away from even though you know it’ll destroy you. “I’m not fighting,” I whisper, but my voice betrays me, trembling with the weight of my desire. “I just… we can’t keep doing this, Valerio. It’s wrong. You’re my Ex’s father Inlaw…” He steps closer, and I instinctively back up until my spine presses against the cool glass of the window. His lips curve into a half-smile, one that’s equal parts dangerous and devastating. “Wrong?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with challenge.

Khira's POV Daughter-in-law… The word hung in the air. It sounded so wrong. How was this man with the way he looked, my father in law. Alex had told me that his father ended up in jail and died of a heart attack. It should have made me sick, what this man was saying. It should have made me scream. But as I stared into Adrien's abyss-like eyes, all I felt was a strange, vibrating numbness. "You're lying" I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.

The last thing that I would ever do is agree to be in a good terms with that girl , I would rather die than see that happen , there’s no way that I was going to do that . So many words I had to keep to myself even though I found it so hard to understand why , My own ex was getting married to my father , how could I let that bitch be my stepmom , that isn’t going to happen , not this lie or ever .

“No, you won’t. And even if you weren’t my client. You’re still my ex fiancés father. Can’t change that can you?” He leaned against the edge of my desk, folding his arms, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t care about things like that Catherine. Why should it matter?” I scoffed, not believing what I just heard. “It matters because that’s what decent people do. They don’t break off their engagement and go ahead to date their exes father.” He inhaled, dropping his food on my desk. “Okay, if that’s how you feel I won’t push it.” He stood slowly, moving toward me.