My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me Characters Novels & Stories

From the first, I've always wanted my life to be calm and peaceful. And Rara's mother too. Those parent love to interfere with their child's life. From these parent, my life has turned out like this. Luckily, she's my in-laws. Argh !! You damn, tacky, and cheesy! Her thoughts are so old-fashioned! What century did she think she was living in? You old granny, who early yo die! If only this older woman had a straightforward mindset and an open mind like Grandma, I don't think the life I'm living is this hard. Luckily she's an older. If it's a partner - ARGH !!!!

The only thing abnormal about him was that he was too obsessed with my mother. Based on that, I made the assumption that Jackson was most likely the mastermind behind all the unfortunate things that happened to my mother. Maybe because of his love for my mother and what happened in the past, he became crazy and obsessed with destroying my mother. Like a saying that says 'if I can't have you, then no one else can either!'. And for Uncle Richard, maybe he has a grudge with Uncle Richard. Or he just have guessed that Uncle Richard and mother would be close again after father's death.

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

“You’ve turned her into a menace with expensive taste.” “She takes after her uncle,” I said proudly. Aria snorted from her corner, half-asleep already. “She takes after you both. Drama, diamonds, and full-blown stubbornness.” I didn’t deny it. We stayed like that for a while — the four of us on the living room floor, tangled in gift boxes and laughter.

Adrian said suddenly. I glanced at him. “Martins wants to see us.” I blinked once. “Martins?” “My brother.” The name felt weird, I rarely heard it, and had never once called it, after all, how do you called you supposed future father-in-law by his first name? But I guess I could now, after all, be was now my brother-in-law “Rhoda too” he added. I leaned back slightly in my seat. “And why exactly do they want to see us?”

Mum said in a serious tone. I scoffed. "You know how their grandfather can be like mum. Francis is just like dad. If he wants something, he would make sure he gets it no matter what." I paused to clear my throat. "He was clearly able to force Alex, talk less of Stephen." I said.

“I heard Dr. Black has been scheduled for another surgery today. I’m afraid we can’t recall him.” Nate! The white sheet was soaked through with crimson blood. It was not unlike a grotesque watercolor painting. The heartbreak I felt was unbearable. The greatest gift my marriage to Nate ever gave me was the love of my parents-in-law. They were like my real parents, to the point I referred to them as Mom and Dad instead of their names. They gave me the warmth and care I had never known growing up. For the first time in my life, I had known what it meant to be loved by family.

“That’s exactly my problem. I want to forget all of them. I was happy. I don’t know why he had to come back into my life.” Rafaella smirked. “But admit it… he’s hot, huh?” I glared at her. “Can you not?” She laughed. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. He can be my daddy.” I rolled my eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at my lips. “You’re impossible.”

illuminating. Derek, I'm particularly excited for you to see the photos from last Tuesday. You know, when you thought you were being so clever, following Sophia to that little coffee shop? The ones where you're clearly stalking my wife, taking pictures of her without her knowledge. Combined with your history of obsessive behavior, they paint quite the disturbing picture.

I went straight to my office and closed the door. Marcus was not at his desk. I had not seen him since the restaurant. I did not call him. I did not text. I sat at my desk and placed my head into my hands. The image was still in my head, the way her son ran to her, the way he wrapped his arms around her neck, the thought of how happy they are as a family. I had been married to this lady for three years and not a child, she runs off with Ethan and has a child immediately for him.