My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

I sighed into my hands, a strong headache coming on and pounding at my temples. "They're… Wow." I peeked through my hands, smiling a little. "Those are your in-laws." He snorted. "Better than mine." "Surprising isn't it." "It really is." I dropped my hands and rubbed my belly, sore from where our son was kicking me. Clearly, he also didn't like when I talked to my parents. Can't say I blamed him too much, my parents were neurotic messes on good days and completely incomprehensible on the worst. Not to mention my brother was in an entirely separate league of his own.

' I thought looking at my in-laws with narrowed eyes because how dare they to disrespect my care , love towards Oni . They can't buy my care , affection , love for Oni ... I am not any cheep and greedy person who fake act around only to lure people in it to price me ... ' do they think that whatever I have done for Oni is because I have a greedy motive behind it .. I faked an act .. no I am not like them .. how cheep thinker they are ' I thought looking at them with disgust face . I am proud on myself for being me !

Stopping in front of him, I reached out and grasped his hand, shaking it with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you, Father-in-law! I’ve heard so many things about you from my father. I can’t believe we’re going to be in-laws. Please treat me well,” I said sweetly, watching as his eyes darkened, shamelessly glued to my breasts as they bounced with my movement. He didn’t say a word, nor did he let go of my hand. The bastard even had the audacity to lick his bottom lip while staring. I rolled my eyes and leaned in for a casual hug, hearing gasps from behind me as I wrapped my arms around Edgar. Just enough for only him to hear, my voice dropped, completely void of the earlier excitement.

I reminded her with a smile. She stopped crying but was still sniffling. "You're the best daughter-in-law in the world," she said proudly. I was touched by Mom's words and almost cried too! Zac and his dad were trying to hold back their laughter at how over-the-top Mom and I were. I guess we're meant to be in-laws - we're both drama queens! Mom and I hugged each other, both of us crying... We're back at our mansion now, and I already miss Mom and Dad.

Now and then, I looked back, shook my head, and focused on walking toward the kitchen, worried that Gavin would notice my suspicious behavior. "Did you just wake up?" asked a fifty-year-old woman who seemed to be watching television in the living room, looking at me sarcastically. I smiled at my in-laws. "Sorry, Mom, I'm late. Last night, I-" "Never mind, no need to make excuses. I'll never believe you. Better go straight to the kitchen and Ina prepare breakfast. Don't act like an employer who can wake up at any time; remember your obligations as a wife. I'm disappointed that Gavin married you, who is so unreliable," my mother-in-law continued scathingly.

“Let me enjoy my peace. Everything okay on your end?” “You sound like someone fighting demons and in-laws.” “There. You said it.” I sighed deeply. “Story of my life. Now hang up and let me sleep.” I heard his deep chuckle through the speaker before his voice came back, playful but probing. “Speaking of in-laws, I wonder how you’ll manage facing them long-term. I hear Ivan’s dad is straight-up business. No time for play.” I rubbed my forehead, exhaustion weighing on my limbs. “I told you already, it’s the story of my life. We actually went to see his family today.”

Laura”s Pov. “You little slutty barren. All you ever do is bring shame and embarrassment to our family,” my mother in-laws' words echoed in my head as I gulped the third cup of whiskey down my throat, complied with the sounds of loud music from the speakers close to my ear, my head and eyes felt heavy with grief. The past fourteen months of being married to the Harrison family have been a never-ending nightmare. Every day came with its own bag of sorrow.

My neighbor was still talking, her voice loud and self-righteous. “She’s always walking around in shorts and inviting men over. That’s not the kind of woman we want in this area. It’s disgusting.” I sat down and said nothing. Any reaction would be used against me. I could feel the weight of the stares. People who never liked me used that opportunity to say all manner of things about me. “She carries herself like she’s all that. She’s so prideful and now I see it’s because of the males she’s bringing into her house.”

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”

She was afraid she'll look bad in the eyes of her in-laws. "You know what? When I was younger closer to your age after I married Thyago's father, I tend to be a very jealous and possessive wife too. I mean, I married a very charming and good-looking man, and a lot of girls are swooning over him and willing to do anything just to have his attention." She got surprised by what her mother in-law just told her. "Is that so, Mama? What did you do then?" She excitedly asked. Her interest suddenly awakens by the revelation of the old woman.