Father In Law Novels & Stories

Before I could even blink, he pointed at me, his face bright red as he stammered. "Y-you!!" he roared. But before he could say another word, I let out a giggle and turned to my father, taking a slow drag from the cigarette. “Father-in-law seems really excited to meet me, don’t you think?” No response. Father only stared, eyes narrowed, and I knew it was because if he said anything now, he’d lose control and he didn’t want these people to see the kind of man he really was. So, he stayed silent and just watched.

the driver greeted with a smile, his voice familiar. I glanced in, and sure enough, it was one of my father’s men. I didn’t ask questions. I got in, sliding into the backseat. The car was warm, and as the ride began, my thoughts swirled. I was going home, but not to the place I used to call home. I was going back to my family.

They were just warm bodies that wanted me, and I wanted to have a good time with younger women. What I did wasn't something a father should have done, but I did warm him when it happened for the first time. It was his first year of college, and I told him that the girl he was seeing made a move on me. However, instead of talking to her, he got mad at me. He blamed me for manipulating her because she could've never done anything with an old man otherwise.

“That's fucking convenient, Father, because apparently you had no problem betraying me when you thought I'd never find out, but now that I'm standing right in front of you, you've suddenly remembered what respect looks like.” I watched Adrian's expression change, and for the first time since he'd entered the room, he seemed genuinely unable to find an answer. Lucien pointed toward me without taking his eyes off his father. “She's standing right there, Father, and I'm asking you whether there's anything you wouldn't do to have her, even if it meant destroying whatever relationship you and I have left.” “Yes,” Adrian answered, looking directly at his son without the slightest hesitation. “Not

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

The fucking bastard. But it wasn’t. It was worse. It was his father. Mr. Jonathan Blake. Billionaire. Silver hair. Black custom suit. Cufflinks that probably cost more than my soul. He was cold and tall and beautiful in a terrifying, movie villain kind of way. Sharp jawline. Piercing grey eyes. Broad shoulders and a voice that made you sit up straighter without meaning to. He was also fifty. And my future father-in-law. At least he was until thirty seconds ago.

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

Then he looked at me one more time and said with his cold voice “We will speak later.” Hearing his cold voice a small chill ran through me but I nodded politely and said “Of course.” My future father in law turned and walked away. And the crowd slowly returned to normal. Isabella sighed loudly and said “He’s always like that.” I watched the man disappear into the crowd and couldn't help but say “Your father” I paused. I didn’t know how to say it without being rude but I continued “ he is intimidating.” Looking at my awkward face she laughed and said “You have no idea.”

I lifted my glass, taking a small sip of water, my expression unreadable. "It has crossed my mind. After all, you are his father. You are supposed to protect him, support him... not take the things he discards." He laughed, a low, rough sound. "Protect him? Support him? Adrian is a disappointment. A weak, sentimental boy who thinks love is the most important thing in the world. He thinks money grows on trees, that power is given, not taken. He loves that girl, Elara... and she loves his name and his money. She doesn't love him. Just like you didn't love him either."