My Father In Law Novels & Stories

"He gave strict instructions that you were not to be disturbed until you woke on your own. He asked me to take care of your daily needs personally while you are staying with us." I nodded slowly, taking the cup she offered. The heat of the porcelain seeped into my fingers, but it couldn't reach the chill that was still lodged deep in my bones. I wasn't imagining the sex, nor the dark, intense connection that had flared between us in the SUV. It had really happened. I had slept with my father-in-law again, and this time, there was no "mistake" or "night of passion" to hide behind. I had walked into his arms because I had nowhere else to go.

So why does he seem… He continued, “Stop seducing me, Scarlett. I will not touch you. I will not dishonor my son. And I will not indulge whatever foolish mission you think you’re on.” Mission. He said it again. Did he know? His jaw flexed. “But, Daddy…” His jaw tightened, his eyes blazing now and sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t ever call me that!” he snapped, as if the word was an abomination. “What should you call me as your father-in-law?” “Father or Alpha,” I mumbled. “Good!” He gestured toward the door. “You’ve been dismissed.” The words hit harder than any insult.

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.

My dad’s expression turned icy, his fists clenching as he glared at Maximum, but he remained unbothered. “Let’s go,” my dad finally said, waving dismissively. The bodyguards fell into line behind him, and they strode away, leaving the tension hanging in the air. After they left, Mark chuckled and sarcastically reiterated, "Father-in-law?" Maximum shot back, "He is my father-in-law." The corner of my lips twitched at the thought; given how much my dad hated Maximum, it would take a miracle for him to accept Maximum as his son-in-law.

“She’s recovering. You’ve put her through enough.” “She’s my wife, dad,” he hissed. “Or have you forgotten that too?” His eyes narrowed accusingly. “Tell me, are you sure the only thing you feel for her is what a father-in-law should feel?” I stepped closer, my jaw tightening. That little bastard. He was playing with fire in front of a crowd that wouldn’t hesitate to whisper. But even he wasn’t reckless enough to say it out loud. Not yet. “Watch your mouth,” I warned. “I’m not the one who turned our family name into a tabloid joke.”

As the press passes by asking the Shawn's about the loss of Jimmy Shawn and how it's going to affect their lives henceforth. “Father in-law lived a happy and fulfilled life. It hurts that he is no more, but he'd left a legacy to be emulated behind. He was such a loving father to me and my husband and my sister in-law. But he was much more amazing to his grandkids, Lan, Sophia and Diana. He was so loving that he doted on them. He corrects our mistakes but doesn't throw us off like filth. That's an important part of his personality that I promise myself to imbibe. And today I would like to apologise to my daughter, Sophia Shawn.

His voice is cut off by the background noise of wherever he is, and my heart sinks knowing he's far from downstairs. "Deckard?" I call again, trying to catch his voice. "Come to the hospital right now," his voice is hardened. "My father just died a few hours ago, and everyone is here already." Wait...what??! Of all days to die, my Father-in-law chose today?! Now isn't that a bit too dramatic way to ruin all my plans? "What? Oh my God, I–" "Just get here," he snaps, and the line goes dead. Okay, that was harsh. But then his dad just died, so I'm probably being too sensitive.

Instead, I could only think about how alive I had felt with him. But he's my father-in-law. Old enough to be my father. Oh, God. I'm fucked. Completely fucked.

The old man did not look pleased to see that his once-strict son was serving a woman he considered beneath them. Adrian rolled his eyes when he saw his father because the old man was the last person he had expected to see. “Good morning, Father-in-law,” Evelina greeted Adrian’s father in a low voice. The man had always made her nervous in the past. Instead of responding to Evelina’s greeting, Adrian’s father simply looked at her with disgust. “Father, I believe my wife greeted you,” Adrian told his father in a raised voice. “Yes, I heard and I refuse to return her greetings. Now, I would like to speak to you in private, son,” his father replied.

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.