Novel & Cerita I Am Not A Poor Son In Law

“I did not come from a well known family, my father went bankrupt already and I am currently suing him, I surely fit a gold digger label.” I grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip as if taking this matter lightly. Well, I can not do anything about it anymore anyway. “Poor choice. You married the wrong girl. Look, I have no glittering background, I am not rich, powerful, or a very kind philanthropist, or an artist, or like your lover Aubrey Chen who is a model. You seem like you just picked up a poor girl from the street and placed a wedding ring on her finger.” I snickered sarcastically. It was not my intention to offend him, but I was just merely stating the facts about myself.

A woman from the Anti-Mistress Alliance chimed in, "Yeah, exactly! You're so wealthy. We didn't mean any harm, so don't hold this against us." Someone else said, "My eldest daughter is in college, and my son is in high school. We need money for everything! Even if I were to sell all my prized possessions, I wouldn't be able to fork out that much money!" "I can't pay the money or go to jail like that. If I were to go to jail, who would take care of my elderly father with dementia and my three-year-old son?" Unyielding, I tossed them an icy look. "Just because you're poor or struggling doesn't mean you can go scot-free. However rich I may be, you can rest assured that I worked hard for it.

Whereas his son's jaw is peppered with stubble, Anthony has a neatly trimmed beard. "I came to see how my future daughter-in-law's business looks like. Maybe I'd even buy it if I like it well enough." Rare anger bubbles in my chest at his words, so with the sweetest smile on my face, I say, "I'm sorry Mr. Crosswalk, but it's not for sale." I see his lips quirk up in the faintest of smiles, before it's gone. It makes me wonder if it was just my imagination. "Where are my manners? Come. I'll show you around."

Peter admitted, analyzing the resemblance. "Exactly. That 23-year-old young man is my son. I did some digging and found out he was brilliant in school—he had the potential to be exceptional. But he didn’t have the means. He had to pause his studies several times because of financial struggles. His mother worked cleaning houses, barely making a living." Theodore’s voice tightened as a lump formed in his throat. "Do you know how ridiculous this is? You and I—we made a fortune. And now, after buying the refinery, we have even more. Meanwhile, my son and his mother scraped by with whatever they could, doing whatever they had to in order to survive.

I muttered. “She’s a generation younger than me. I could have been her dad. Besides, she’s married to my son.” “As if that would stop you,” Gray mumbled under his breath. “Hey. I still have some morals left.” “Yeah? Where? Your pinky toe?” he commented sarcastically, and I realized that I couldn’t win this discussion. “Seriously, Joe. You need to find someone. You’re starting to act like my uncle who hasn’t met a pussy in his whole sixty-two-year-old life.”

“You can’t do this, Dad! You know you’re in no shape to take on more work!” “He’s right. We don’t lack money, right? We’re both breadwinners,” his daughter-in-law chimed in. “We don’t need to live in excess to live comfortably, do we?” Cillian waved dismissively. “Bah, this has nothing to do with how much I’m gonna earn. You two know me—avarice is no trait of mine. If it were, we’d be living in a posh mansion instead of having the two of you squat in my old, unimpressive apartment!

Seb smirked at him. “Me? How am I supposed to do that and why should I even destroy a relationship that could prove beneficial to me?” Mr. Crown shrugged. “My future son-in-law is filthy rich, although, he doesn't seem to be much of a materialistic person, but that doesn't change the zeros in his bank account,”

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

But their actions were really no surprise to me as they had never for once truly accepted me as one of their own and always treated me like a trash. My mother in-law had always dreamed of her only son marrying a wealthy wife. She used to say so many harsh words, always reminding me of my poor background. She even said she wouldn't mind if the rich wife her son married looked like me; ugly and overweight, as long as she had a lot of cash. Well, she has a reputation of a money gobbler. With a stoic expression on her face, my mother-in-law silenced Morgan's laughter with a piercing stare and she quickly composed herself.

XAVIER “Son, so tell me. How hard are you working to take over from your father? You know he's a very great man and a lot is expected from you. Both as an Alpha and as my son in law. I can't think of my daughter marrying into a better family.” I hate it when he calls me son. But I didn't say anything because there was no reasonable answer to that question. I didn't think she was lucky to marry me. She would just be marrying a man who will never love her and will only see her as a political alliance.