Novel & Cerita Ex's Father In Law Is My Mate

Trevor Fox listened to Rex and said, "Does someone insult his father-in-law in this way? Ain't I older than you? Show some respect. I'm going to be the grandfather of your kid." On hearing Trevor Fox's words, Rex became angry and said, " You are not my father-in-law? Selfish people like you can't relate to me. And I, Rex Davies, don't give any attention to them. What do you think? You will steal my money from my house and get it! Never." Rex smiled saying that. Trevor Fox also smiled mysteriously seeing Rex smiling.

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.

Zelda's POV I bolted upright, a gasp catching in my throat. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against my skull, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The room was unfamiliar, the scent of a masculine cologne heavy in the air. Then I saw him. Bane Blackwood. My mate’s uncle. The man who was supposed to be Claus's rival, his enemy. He lay beside me, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, his breathing slow and even in sleep.

"My name is Finn Vance! My father is Knox Hartley! My family owns forty percent of the logistics shares in this territory!" "Your family owns exactly zero percent of nothing, boy," a voice mocked from the shadows of the processing shed. I turned my head quickly, my heart leaping into a frantic, chaotic rhythm as an older inmate with a heavily scarred face stepped into the light, holding a rusted iron shovel. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice cracking. "Do you know who I am?"

"Are you going to let them talk about your son this way?" Theo's lip curled in disgust. "It is Alex's fault for being so weak. Must have inherited it from his Omega mother." The mate bond in my chest felt like it was freezing over. Theo turned away, wrapping an arm around Sarah's shoulders. "Come on, Marcus. Let's go get those rewards I promised you. Your physical test results were outstanding today." "Can I get the silver training knife, Dad? The one you showed me yesterday?" "Of course, champion. Anything for my strong little Beta."

I could feel my heart healing, slowly but surely. “She's stubborn like you,” my mother said, a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes, knowing she was teasing me. “I'm not stubborn,” I said, trying to sound convincing. But my mother and brother just laughed. “You have to admit, you can be a bit stubborn sometimes,” Drake chimed in. I groaned, but couldn't help but smile. I was glad to be back with my family, even if they tease me. I grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him over to my father. “This is my mate,” I said, unable to stop smiling.

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

Mathieu crossed his legs, his steady eyes watching my every move. I preferred sleeping forever over facing what I’m about to. “What did your father mean by I’m your mate, Xavier?” My eyes flicked to him and he shifted uncomfortably “I told you about mates. That is what we are. What you are to me. That’s why you weren’t killed.” I started laughing. I wasn’t sure why, but the laughter bubbled to the surface and I was unable to hold it in. He was joking. There was no way I was his mate. But they didn’t look amused.

She says and looks at Dad, who smiles. “Greta, meet my family: my son Matt and his mate Anna, my daughter Olivia and her mate Logan. These are Logan’s Beta’s Luca, former Alpha Kyle, and his mate Kate. My four grandkids are sleeping.” Dad tells her, and she greets us all but then looks at Dad. “Where Is your mate? Is this why you have fallen ill?” She asks him softly. And Dad nods his head. “My Mate was killed several years ago in z rouge attack, by the rouge king himself,” Dad says, and we all look at him in shock.