I Am Not A Poor Son In Law Novels & Stories

" How are you? My son in law has grown so much into a man and looks more fit for my daughter now, I can't wait for the royal wedding where we get to televised it, it's going to be the best marriage in town. " I became lost, if I say this isn't coming to me as a surprise it's a lie because I thought , I and my parent had discussions on this that I and Sophie are accepted then why the son in law and Lucy saying she is my princess? I thought.

Like I give a shit, "You shouldn't have given my dad money.” "Why not? He's my father-in-law. Or he will be soon," he assures me, once again acting like it's a given that we're getting married, "My money is now your money, don't you like that?" "Logan, you can't purchase a fucking wife. This isn't the past century," I spit, starting to get annoyed, "You're not even that horrible looking, you could get yourself someone the normal way. Not me, though."

Also I want to be independent and make my own money. “Oh that's so nice. I'm really proud of you,” Samantha beams. I give her a small smile. She turns to my parents. “You have such a sweet son. I'm glad he's gonna be our son in-law very soon.” My stomach churns at her words. How do I tell her that I don't want to be her son in law? I'm here because even though I owe a company, I couldn't help my dad to raise the money he's owing them. Well, my company is just a baby. I literally just started it and I'm trying to grow it. I also can't forget my dad's help and support in the past, that's why I decided not to be selfish in this period.

“Babe, are you sure you saw him looking pitiful? He’s got you spoiling him, and his grandparents treat him like a little emperor. He’s got designer clothes, bodyguards, rides in luxury cars, and just last week someone gifted him a whole shopping mall. That’s not exactly a hard-knock life.” Adela blinked… then let out a soft laugh. He was right. Her son was basically richer than she was. In their little family of three, she was clearly the poorest. She gave Layson a half-hearted smack on the shoulder and turned away, too flustered to argue. He leaned in, laughter rumbling low in his chest, brushing against the back of her neck. “You ever think maybe I’m the pitiful one?” he murmured. “Your hu

"Even his secretary has been here more times than you have, and all they know is his first name. The poor girl sat there for an hour today, just holding his hand. And you? You're his wife, chilling at home." Oh my God, she's spiraling. And why do I have a feeling I know the face of that poor girl she mentioned? I scratch my head. How do I put this to sound less mean? "I'm sorry, Natalie. Mom, I ummm... I've been working, and unlike you, I don't... um... have pensions or investments that bring money to my lap, and your son’s credit cards are all locked away under a rock, and he left me bills to pay. It's not that I don't care, Natalie. I just... I can't afford to be there right now."

One thing she knew was her family was very much respected however poor they were. "I might be bad influence to your son because I am not rich and I work in a garage and maybe I earn twenty five dollars a day and attend some illegal races but let me tell you one thing madam, you are not better than my brothers. I don't love your son because he is rich but because I accepted who he is even if I know he is out of my league." Levon tensed when she realised the L word had slipped out through her outburst. She hadn't meant to confess it like that. It was too late, she couldn't take it back. Blair dumbfounded stared at her no word slipping across the table for a minute.

"It's just that I'm not the kind of person who spends money that hasn't been earned through my own hard work." I bit my lower lip, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me, remembering what me and dad planned from the start. "My son is fortunate to have married such a wonderful woman who isn't interested in his money, Scarlett," my mother-in-law chimed in, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, I'll have his secretary find a suitable job for you inside the Scoville's Group." I couldn't understand why I was so invested in knowing about Abegail who messaged him yesterday. We had made it clear that we shouldn't interfere in each other's business, so why was I sticking my nose into whoev

I couldn’t deny that the Lexington mansion was way bigger than ours and they looked rich, but it was a pity that nothing was left for their son. Was once a business mogul, cold and powerful. But now he has been cast aside because of his lack of sight and mobility, such a pity that he's just like me. “Sister you're so lucky, you would be marrying into such a rich family. Wow." Eileen says in awe, staring out of the window. I roll my eyes at her. “You could get married to him if you want to? After all, I want the best for you." I say, earning glares from both the mother and daughter.

I smiled at what he said. "I know Sophia will never leave Ethan," I heard someone say. I turned and saw my mother-in-law. "Good morning, Mommy." "Good morning, Sophia. By the way, thank you for the amazing work you did for my charity event last week. And… our university is doing great! Top-ranking for two consecutive years!" "It’s nothing," I said, sitting down. Honestly, I still feel awkward around my husband’s family. They’re extremely wealthy and well-known. My father was only a senator when I first came into their lives.

I interject. “No. We’re more like companions. I was never married and he took me and my son in when I had nowhere else to go; my son lives in the city. A business man, suit and all. He ran off the ranch life a long time ago.” Is almost a sand story but I can tell by her way of speak that she’s proud. Both of her sons were successful. Her real son is rarely seen, sticks to the city and works hard hopping that someday he will get his big chance to make it big in the business world.