Cogiendome A Mi Suegra Novels & Stories

I stared at my parents like they had grown two heads, not believing what they just said. "That's impossible, is this some sort of joke?" I questioned and Mum just rolled her eyes, relaxing against the sofa while Dad placed a hand on her lap. "No Joke, Betty. Your sister really needs this." Dad told me and my lips parted in shock. "You are telling me, Jenna is okay with me screwing her man?" I widened my eyes at them and Dad nodded slowly.

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

He says, reaching over the table. I shake my hand. "No, it's fine, and yes, I agree all grandparents are like that," I say, but he frowns, not believing me. "What about yours?" He asks. I shrug. "Not much, typical. Giagia taught me how to cook, gave me money on birthdays and Easter, and spent time with us when we went home." I tell him vaguely with a soft smile, remembering those times. "Alright, out with it, cause I can tell by your fucking tone." He says, frowning.

We are enemies but still business partners. After flashing him another smile, I turn to my sister, who is still talking about her husband returning from yet another business trip in the next days and the things that she is planning to do to surprise him. As I sense my mother wanting to leave and talk to my father because of it, I take a hint from one of Ruggerio’s messages and decide to do something courageous at once. And maybe very, very stupid.

" But why me sir! I have a wife I am a married man. besides I only treat Kira as a younger sibling, just like the way I treat my younger sister." " I don't know what happened the last time she visited your parent's home, she went home with depression, and had herself lock inside her room for days. " " What does it have to do with me? She went to my parent's home as a guest of my sister . Then she breaks down when she saw my employee brought me home and demanded to know who she is?, as she is my jealous wife." Mateo rants. " But that's what she thinks of herself ! " Gordon Montenegro said.

I sniffed at the last word. Susie nodded her head as if she knew exactly what I was talking about. And yes, she did know about it since she and my new mother-in-war were anything but polite to each other. And yes again, you did read that part about mother-in-war correctly since all she had ever done was looked down at me with her nose and blamed me at every given opportunity. More like trying to put me down until I lose myself to the whims of her and her grumpy pants son. "Wait," Susie suddenly said and I looked at her until our eyes met. "Didn't your sister know that you guys are related?" She asked me.

Well, I think in the back of my mind, I know it is a possibility, but for some crazy reason, I pushed it out of my mind. My mother gently squeezes my shoulder and softly chuckles. “Yes, baby girl. You may be pregnant already with our grandchild.” A smile instantly appears on her face as she says grandchild. I don’t have to read minds to know the thought of having grandchildren is making her happy. The Supreme Elder slowly gets up from her chair and walks towards me. I watch anxiously as she gets closer to me. Does she know if I’m pregnant?

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

"Knock, knock. Anyone home?" Wes and I were in the middle fo a conversation about microwaves causing cancer when a new voice sounded through the house. I spun around to see my cousins walking into the kitchen with their suitcases rolling behind them. Sage's eyes went wide when she saw me. "No way Fia Romero is standing in front of me!" Sage and I both laughed slashes screamed as we ran towards each other, hugging the life out of each other. "Where's mine?"