Novel & Cerita Daughter In Law And Father

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

Everyone present there goes quiet, and I grab the opportunity I have been waiting for. “Grandma, do you really think that what you are saying is right, let alone legal? Can't you understand this simple thing, that Liam might be related to my father by blood, but he isn't his son. I am the only daughter of my father… the only one! The only legal heir to all my father's property, businesses, everything.” I brace myself, feeling ready for someone to cut me off in the middle again. But to my shock, nobody uttered a single word while I was speaking.

But of course the old lady wouldn't give us a straight answer. "What I want to do with the boy doesn't concern you." "It does, if it has something to do with my daughter." "Your daughter is already an adult. As her father you should support her chosen partner." "Partner?" Dad spluttered. "She's only met him once--!" "Can you please stop talking about me as if I'm not here?" I interrupted, trying to sound calm and reasonable.

“There are two daughters of Emerald Moon. One is a stepdaughter and therefore does not possess the right to succession. However, the one that you married is the one and only daughter.” Eyes widening, I take in what I’m being told as Denali’s hurt expression flashes in my mind. “Another daughter,” I repeat, feeling that same stabbing pain in my chest from earlier. “He had another daughter?” “That’s correct,” my father confirms. “And the one you married is the true daughter that was requested in your grandfather’s will.” “Fuck,” I hiss, wanting to punch something. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” As the words leave my lips, the woman in question appears with all her things.

Her parents-in-law would rather care for their daughter’s children than spend time with their son’s child. At the end of the day, they saw Liberty as an outsider. Between their daughter’s children and daughter-in-law, Liberty’s parents-in-law made it clear through their actions who they favored.

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

“Having a daughter like this is worse than raising nothing at all. I’ve always said you’re better off having a son to look after you in your old age!” “Order!” The judge struck the gavel, and the audience fell silent, turning their attention back to the screen. Seeing that I remained unmoved by my mother’s cries, my sister-in-law, who had been eavesdropping by the door, couldn’t hold back any longer. She shoved the door open and wheeled my father inside, pointing at me as she started shouting. “You should have some conscience. Every month you show up for their pension, and you’ve already driven Dad to this state!”

His dad caressed her hair softly. "Thank you for letting me join your dinner, Mr. Remington ." "You can call me David, or Uncle David, or Dad like Gabriel, Isabella. Maybe one day you'll become my daughter-in-law." His dad laughed. "I'd love that!" his mom chimed in. "What does daughter-in-law mean?" she asked them and they laughed. He didn't understand it either, like the girl. If she became his parents' daughter, then he would eventually become her brother. He didn't want to be her brother. He wanted to be close to her like siblings, but not siblings. It was hard for him to explain what he wanted.

The internal family meeting was held a week later. Every member of the family was there. Dozens of men dressed in black suits sat throughout the hall, and the atmosphere felt as heavy as a funeral. Mamma held my hand as we sat beside the head seat. Father stood at the front, his voice rough and hoarse. “I called everyone here today to clarify something.” Bianca sat in the corner, her hands clenched so tightly that they had turned pale. “Alessia Vitale,” Father paused for a moment, “is the biological daughter of Isabella and me.”

Ryan’s mother looked at me for a brief moment, before turning back to my father with clear disgust written all over her face. “Daughter-in-law my ass,” she said without hesitation. “My daughter will never be part of your family.” The hallway went completely still. Everyone froze at those words. Even I froze, my gaze snapping back to her, my eyebrow lifting slowly as I tried to process what she had just said. My father’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth falling open slightly before he spoke again. “Did you just say… your daughter?” he asked. “Are you saying my daughter-in-law is your daughter?”