My Daughter In Law Hates Me Novels & Stories

But she received a deadly look from her mother-in-law. “Don't you dare set foot in that hospital, you wretched girl. Everything that is happening is your fault. Since the day you arrived, we have had no peace in this house!” Betty Taylor shouted, humiliating her daughter-in-law in front of all the guests, who watched the scene with curiosity. The hatred in the woman's face was visible, and she continued:

He even looked a bit scared. "Someone drove her out yesterday. I didn't know who it was." "What did you do to her?!!!" "I didn't do anything to her. You should blame her, not me. She was the one dumb enough to come here." Calvin mocked. "If you don't show me where she is now, I will be the one to kill Naomi." He threatened, but Calvin only smiled. His own daughter? "I want to know one thing father." Calvin began, now looking serious. "Why do you hate me? I get that you don't care about people, except your wife and yourself. But I am your son. You don't even care about your daughter. Why?"

But I'm not. I turned to my dad, my heart pounding. “Dad, we can stop this. Please, we can still stop this.” He looked at me like he didn’t recognize me. Like I was being dramatic over nothing. “We've talked about this so many times, Lilith. You can’t come here and hesitate on your wedding day. You had so many months to get prepared for it, Now you have to go through with it.” I blinked fast, trying to stop myself from tearing up. “But you know he hates me. You know he hates me so much. He thinks I'm a killer.”

According to her, I was an evil woman with a short temper who hurt her whenever I felt like it. As for Kelvin, he would take Jillian's side every time. No questions asked. "She's just a child. Why would she lie?" he would ask. At the time, I didn't want to believe that my own daughter saw me as a romantic rival. Unfortunately, it was already much too late by the time I finally opened my eyes to the truth. I scoffed as I looked at Jillian's pitiful appearance.

"Hello, ma'am; it's a pleasure meeting you. I am your son's fiancee, and I've come to seek your approval. I said I was trying my best to be polite. She sat upright as though she were being poked by something, looking at me with contempt in her eyes. “You truly are a bold girl; I can see how you managed to get my son. But, my dear, I can't accept you. You don't; I don't know how to put it, but my dear, you don't fit in that daughter-in-law place in my head. I can't and won't accept you.” I looked at her; she didn't mince her words one bit. I could feel the hatred; I knew she didn't like me. I couldn't argue anymore or try to please her; there was absolutely no point in trying.

First of all, just from the way you're talking to me right now, and from all the tension she has caused because of the arguments we've had over her… That alone is enough reason for me to dislike her. "The more you care about her, the more protective you are over her, and the more you fight with me because of her… The more I hate her, the more I oppose your relationship, and the more unwilling I am to accept her as my future daughter-in-law!"

"I don't like you, it's good for you to know that, but I know my daughter loves you, so I want to make this quick so I don't complicate things." "Sounds perfect to me. I honestly have no reason to hate this woman, compared to my mother and what she has done to Victoria, my mother-in-law is a very nice woman, as she only hates me in secret and doesn't do anything bad to me. Knowing that she hates me is fine, I didn't expect her to love me after having sex with her daughter, but it's good that she's not yelling at me and being hysterical now that it's just the two of us.

- Jennie spat, her voice thick with emotion. “You know what I have tired of you hearing how good she is? How smart she is? Yes, She's smart, so fucking smart that she took my Axel away from me, I hate her, so much hate her, and you are giving me lecture to be like her......Why do you hate your daughter so much ...Hmm? Mom, Why ?" Jennie's eyes remained cold and distant, as Mrs. Rossi lay there, her world crumbling around her. She can barely open her eyes, she was in so much pain, tears were continuously streaming from her eyes, she can feel her outrageous voice, her words were tearing apart her from inside, it's hurting her more than her physical pain.

He shrugged casually, casting me a wry glance. "It doesn't mean I necessarily like you either." He deadpanned and my heart dropped alongside his words. "I think I can live with that and I understand where you are coming from. I am not exactly the ideal son-in-law, given the wrong foot we started with." I explained, maintaining eye contact with him. His lips quirked in a smile. "Her mom is just very protective of her. She doesn't hate you either. It's kind of hard to hate the person whom your daughter's life revolves around. She can't keep a grudge for long." The ghost of a smile played on his lips.

she asked quietly. “No,” I snapped. “Well you sure as hell couldn’t convince me of that,” she said, and took a gulp of wine. “Why are you drinking so much?” I griped, even though I knew I was being hypocritical. Another laugh, short and bitter. “Because it’s the only thing that helps when your husband and daughter hate your guts.” The matter-of-factness with which she said it was deeply disturbing. “I don’t hate you. Neither does Daddy.” “Oh yes he does. He said he forgave me, just like you. But he freezes me out, just like you.”