Claimed By My Ex's Father-in-law の小説・ストーリー

“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.

I hope not! Also, Mum, I have the feeling that she avoids eye contact with my father-in-law, who looks at her with hatred, it seems. What could have happened between those three? I stop watching them to focus on what is happening with my in-laws and my husband. "Thank goodness you remember something, son! And it turned out to be the woman you love! You always said you were going to marry her!" my father-in-law exclaims excitedly, and I think he is genuinely happy that Chris remembers something, although I don't know why he said that.

my former father in law said. I rolled my eyes. "I have told you I am not interested in any relationship with your son or you.” I announced. “If you don’t want what happened to Andrew in that meeting happening to you, because getting disgraced, beaten, and dragged out of this house would leave bruises on your body , so I suggest you stand up and leave immediately," I said. My ex in laws exchanged glances. Clearly, they knew what happened to Andrew. "You won’t dare." My mother in law said with a frown.

"You've never mentioned her father," "He's my ex husband." I said, baring it out because there was no point in secrecy anymore. "Whoa. This is messy." He said, scratching the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable with how things were looking. "He just found out about him being a father and to spite me for keeping her away for all these years, he wants to take her away from me. Can you believe that?!" I felt my voice clogging with emotion, the more I spoke. I did not think Xander would pull through with it. I had disregarded it as an empty threat or him just being emotional but he meant it and I hated that this was the one time he decided to keep his word.

He said, pleading with him to believe her. “I need to go. I will think about what you said. Regardless, everything is in my possession now.” “I will wait for you to come see me, when you see I’m telling you the truth.” He said. When they hung up, I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “You know…I love hearing you claim me.” “I’m going back, Isaiah. If what he is saying is true, then it’s likely my ex-husband who set this up. I may not like my father, but I dislike someone being accused of a crime they didn’t commit.”

My dad’s expression turned icy, his fists clenching as he glared at Maximum, but he remained unbothered. “Let’s go,” my dad finally said, waving dismissively. The bodyguards fell into line behind him, and they strode away, leaving the tension hanging in the air. After they left, Mark chuckled and sarcastically reiterated, "Father-in-law?" Maximum shot back, "He is my father-in-law." The corner of my lips twitched at the thought; given how much my dad hated Maximum, it would take a miracle for him to accept Maximum as his son-in-law.

I exclaimed with exasperation. “You guys are just pretending to be mates,” Dad snorted again, making me speechless. Yes, we were just pretending, but I still wanted Dad to accept Max. “We are married, and he’s your son-in-law,” I argued again. “For only a year,” Dad countered. “Can't you just accept him?” I asked helplessly. “Why should I accept him when you guys are only a fake couple?” Dad was so stubbornly against Max he didn't even try to conceal it.

For a second, I almost see anger flicker beneath his calm expression. Possession. Like he can’t stand the idea of losing control over me. Finally, he lets go slowly. “We have my grandmother’s birthday banquet tomorrow,” he says stiffly. “Don’t embarrass the family.” I stare at him in disbelief. That’s what matters right now? Public appearance? Family reputation? God, I really married a stranger. “I’ll be there,” I say flatly. “After that, send the signed divorce papers to my lawyer.” Then I walk past him without another glance.