My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

The waves, the reward of pleasure. A reward that I always gave myself. A reward I had never received from my husband. Today, in less than 20 hours of being at my in-laws’ house, I was receiving it from my brother-in-law, River. I don't know how this sounds, but at that point, everything felt so fucking good. Too fucking good to be forbidden. Too fucking right. “I'm… uh… oh… oh… River… River… I… am fucking…”

Then he changed the subject. "How much time are you spending on the investigation?" I looked at him. He never asked about the investigation. I was the one who started it, because he handled the investigation. "What do you mean?" I looked at him. "Exactly what I said. You're in meetings all day. You're on the phone with Maya constantly. You're not sleeping." "I'm fine." I said, casually. "You're not fine. You're obsessed." I stared at him. "Someone threatened my son, Ethan. Someone took a picture of him at school. Someone followed him to his new school. I'm not obsessed. I'm trying to keep him safe."

This was the perfect way for both of us to have a getaway from all of this mess, and she was turning me down like it was usual. I didn't mind it at first, but what good was it if she couldn't even breathe without thinking about a man who I was pretty sure didn't care about her the same way. There was no harm loving a man or being submissive to him but she was borderline being obsessed with my stepfather and I was beginning to hate it. "You have missed a lot of events with me and I have never taken it up with you, but this is more important than you think it is and it is annoying that you are trying to kick it away." I explained things to her.

"It was with my father's wife." Silence. Sarah blinked but kept her gaze steady. "Go on." "She was... intoxicating," he admitted, eyes now lost in the memory. "Beautiful. Sharp. She knew exactly how to manipulate everyone around her-and I was too young, too arrogant to care." He took a sip of his untouched whiskey now, as if the burn in his throat helped him stay grounded. "I thought I was in control. But I wasn't. She wanted me, and I let myself be wanted. Obsession crept in from both sides, until we were meeting in secret rooms, locked away from the world like criminals."

I don’t know who is she but I don’t think it is right to judge someone by their status. “We don’t care about it. It is just that they both want only you as their daughter-in-law. I don’t want to hear anything else. You will go there by tomorrow and that’s it.” He ordered and left the room. I rushed inside my room and fell on my bed. They both want only me? Is this crazy or what? Here I want just love from my Dad and they both are obsessed with me. Urgh!!! Why me???? I want to shout out loud.

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

Her actions only convinced me that she knew what was happening so I decided to press her while my hand rested on Chloe's back. "What happened when you went there?" "Well, nothing bad," her tone gave her away as she was oddly excited. "Our in-laws gave us a new card for her allowance and it had seven figures." She flashed the card at me and I wanted to break it. I hated the sight of anything those people laid claim on I hated the fact that they thought they could do whatever they wished and get away with it. I hated the sound "in-laws". "Stop glaring alright. She's probably so happy she can't contain the joy of hearing that her marriage has been drawn nearer by two years," her mother said and

"Come in! Everyone, come in and take a seat!" My father-in-law, Paul Wolfe, and my brother-in-law, Edward Wolfe, were also among the crowd. Together with Judith and the rest of the crowd, they walked past me and entered my home. I lowered my head with a frown, noticing the dozen pairs of shoes stepping onto the floor. My beloved Gwen had worked so hard to mop the floor, and now it was dirty. Paul and Judith were quick to assume their roles as family elders. Soon, they sank down on my couch.

After that, I no longer kept in touch with Lydia. Lydia could not bear it any longer. She repeatedly texted and mentioned me in the family group chat. [Mom, you’re over 60 years old. Why are you throwing a tantrum like a teenager? Aren’t you embarrassed? [I only went back to celebrate the New Year’s with my in-laws because Charlie missed his grandparents. Why are you being so calculative? [After all, I’m married! I have my own family to take care of! How can I stay stuck to you like it was in the past?]

This is exactly why I hate accepting favors because at the end of the day, they will always feel they own you afterward. “Let me ask you,” I began, the words slipping out colder than I intended, “aren't you being a bit greedy… for your age?” “ What!” “Lance! That’s no way to speak to your father-in-law!” my mother-in-law chimed in, glancing around the room with a look of disbelief.