Cogiendome A Mi Suegra Novels & Stories

“Then I think I should start by teaching my sister how to make fried eggs. - You know how to do? Her eyes widened as if she had won a prize. — Yes Bianca, I know how to cook. – I remembered the beatings I took every time Stefano didn't like my food, thoughts being interrupted by a bouncy Bianca hugging me. “We're not going to starve to death.” I stared at my sister with teary eyes and for the first time since I got married, I felt something like happiness. - Can I ask you something? Still smiling, I nodded, waiting for the brilliant question. "How did you get one of Sartori's soldiers to side with us?" He pointed towards the bedroom. I felt the tension rise in my spine, it wasn't my secret t

I said to the waiter, “para mi esposa. Tequila para mí.” As anxious as I was to get Mia back to our bedroom following the dinner, I held no illusion that our suite would be my next stop. As Madre asked Mia about the wedding and our new home, it was painfully clear that our padre wanted time with Rei and me alone to learn what the fuck was happening.

I don't know how granny reacted because I didn't glance at her. I was furious. How dare he? "Excuse me, you are forgetting I am present here. To answer your question. Yes, I do know how to cook", I gritted trying to control my anger. "Now now, Suji. Please don't make my granddaughter angry", Granny warned. I smiled gratefully at her. She gave me a side hug. "Okay then, do whatever ritual you need to. I am leaving", he said grimly and stood up.

“I thought I might have to come to your office.” “Something wrong?” I asked, furrowing my brows in a show of concern. “Oh no, no. Nothing like that,” she said, waving her hand. “I brought my granddaughter today… to volunteer. Didn’t the sister tell you?” I blinked, pretending surprise. “She did? Wait… The girl Mia, is your granddaughter?” “Yes, yes!” she smiled wide, her voice catching like she might cry. “She just returned from the city. She’ll be staying with me now. I’m too old to be alone in that big house, especially since my husband passed…”

Sonia was the woman who took care of me when my mom committed suicide. "Long time no see," she said, and I giggled. "Well, I'm also seeing this sexy lady after a year," I replied, and she giggled. "You haven't changed," she remarked. "Nope," I said, earning a playful hit from my grandpa. °°°° "So, what made you think of visiting your old grandpa?" my grandpa asked, and I smiled as I chewed my food. "I was missing my old grandpa, so I thought it would be nice to spend some quality time..."

My mother in law piped up from the other end of the table, shooting me a derisive glance. I grabbed a glass of water, gulping it down quickly to swallow my bitterness. "Lucia, dear, did you go to meet doctor Singh?" She continued. "He works wonders for older women who can't get pregnant." My fingers tightened around the fork, and I suddenly envisioned flying out of my seat and stabbing her. I took a deep breath to tamp down the rage. I turned to look at my husband, fixing a smile on my face. "I want to go and visit my father today."

We had little in common but I found myself willing to learn what he likes and what’ not. ~~~~~~ Jake had decided to finally go see the lady at his old house, leaving me alone to walk back. Although, I did insist he goes without me because I could walk back by myself but I also understand it’s important for him to clear this situation with the lady. I could see he is dying to learn If she’s truly his sister or a phony and it’s better he finds out as soon as possible. The sooner the better.

My father-in-law saves the thing and gets in the kitchen. "My children! How wonderful to see this. That your mother is alive to you see this together. Even when the grandchildren come… “My dumpling stops again throat so I try to joke. "One of us, one of Blake, so you'll fill your days." All three look at me like I insulted them in the worst way so I regret what I said anything.

“Ruby, I’m talking to you! Your husband is so rich. It’s fine if he lends some money to Liam!” Wendy saw that I was not answering her, so she moved to strike me. “Hey, stop fighting! You’re sisters.” My mother pulled Wendy aside and coaxed her. Then, she dragged me into the kitchen. “Ruby, she’s your younger sister. Just throw her a lifejacket, we can’t just let her suffer like that.” I sneered and recalled the night my first child had a high fever in the past. It was raining heavily, and I had walked to the hilltop mansion and begged Wendy to give me some money so I could bring my child to a doctor.

I was a bad liar, and I hope she didn't catch up to my lie. Her expression hardened, suspicion flickering in her eyes. “And you are okay with this? Sending me, your sister, to a party with your husband?” I swallowed hard, her words hitting a little too close to home. “He needs a plus one for the welcome party and I can't go because of my cramps. Besides that, going to the party can help with your memory. You were made for public gatherings, so it might strike a cord in your memory,” I said firmly.