Rise Of The Discarded Son In Law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But he replied by saying, “Yeah. Indeed, good news. The lawyer is getting his judge.” His mocking tone didn’t go unnoticed by his father. “She is a lawyer too. She topped the bar council exam this year.” “Topping the exam and winning a case are two different things dad. Remember this.” As they both were having breakfast the old man told his son to relax. After a whole 5 years, his son had arrived from Germany. He is a famous businessman too and now his son is here to take up the entire responsibility. Now he could relax. Since his wife died in an accident it was him only who had raised his son all alone. But he would be fully relaxed after seeing his son married and settled.

"Your loyalty should always lie with your family son. It was a bad idea to make you a butler it has made you think you belong to the filthy low class" "It's quite the opposite dad. Making me a butler, making me work for some money instead of dishing it out to me has made me a better man. Something that you should have done a long time ago...and as much as loyalty is concerned they are my brothers. Those guys look out for me, take me as one of their own without judging or calling me a disappointment. When I mess up they correct me, no yelling" The words from his son left Gerald stunned. For long he had seen him as a mere chase piece but finally he also realized he was growing a mind of his ow

“I’m sorry son. This was why I needed you to come home. But you were impatient to hear everything over the phone. I’m concerned for you son. You have a right to take over Didi’s position at the company. But Rowan may not allow it. To make matters worse, he sees you as irresponsible and you are not helping matters with your nonchalant attitude. This is why you need to go back to school and do something substantial with your life. If not, Rowan will keep seeing you through the eyes of Didi -your father.” “Hold on. So you had an affair with Didi?” “He was in love with me but I could not leave my marriage. Your dad was giving me a tough time at home. And Didi was my hiding place. Son, you see w

he cried out, but it did little to quell the raging anger in me. And so what if his family was in debt? I was raised without a mother. I hated my father, but yet I survived. He had no excuse for his evil acts. “The real will…” he continued, his brows creasing in pain as he gnashed his teeth swiftly. “The real will had not only the company but everything that belonged to Mr. Night willed to you. You are his real son, as it was stated. He trusted just you,” the lawyer explained, his words softening my heart briefly.

“With interest. On the same work.” The room went dead silent. No one needed clarification. Everyone knew exactly who that boy was. Hades Sinclair. I leaned forward slightly, resting my chin on my hand, watching the scene like it was some high-budget K-drama playing out in front of me. My father and uncle didn’t say a word. They knew better. Once my grandfather spoke, explanations were useless. He chewed slowly, that faint, infuriating frown tugging at his lips. “So,” he continued, still calm, “you’re proudly telling me you earned fifty and sixty percent, when the son of the daughter I discarded is earning more than both of you combined. Am I supposed to be pleased by this?”

After all, they had to rely on their extended family to live. "Dad… No matter what, I'm still your son. You can't do this to me!" Howard's forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice was trembling. Lana wailed, "Please, don't! It's all because of that bastard Elio, isn't it? It has nothing to do with our family. He's a curse, a blight on our name. I hate him too… but there's nothing I can do!" Dylan struggled at school, so Lana had hoped that her son would enter the family business once he graduated. That way, he would at least have a decent job, and he would be able to support himself if nothing else. Now even that was impossible.

And he thought it was a good thing that nobody visited him, because after getting discharged, he would start life afresh, without The Lopez's or the people he hated But to his shock, Erin showed up on the day he was getting discharged. And she told him, he had to go with her, or face jail time. As he was coming down the stairs Liam could see the hostility in the faces of everyone in the living room. He could see through their eyes that they really despised him as their live-in son in-law. Who would like such a useless guy like Liam as their son in-law anyways? "Liam get down here!" Ella Lopez, Xavier's wife demanded, glaring at Liam as he timidly walked down the stairs.

"Yes and more which you'd find out from the chip-Son, you have to go now, they'd come in here any moment, go!." He shook his head stubbornly "No papa, come with me." "I can't son, I need to take care of things. You're my only child left, you need to live. go son " he pushed him towards a wall and touched his palm on the wall, it opened revealing an elevator. He pushed him inside "Remember, you're my son, a mafia lord and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. Trust no one but yourself." He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it

“Straight to the point, right? Like father, like son.” Mathias meets the old man’s eyes with total indifference. Clearing his throat, Mr. Robinson continues. “It’s been a while since your father disinherited you.” Mathias keeps his cool but wonders where the hell this is coming from after all those years. His father, Alexander Raptis, had threatened to reject Mathias when he learnt that his only son wanted to marry a peasant girl from a lower class. Mathias knew that his father hadn’t made that decision himself.

“Third in your class.” “I studied really hard, Dad. I—” His palm hit the desk with a crack that made my heart jump into my throat. The report card fluttered down like a wounded bird. “The Cross family doesn’t give birth to weak children.” Each word was precise, surgical. His gray eyes finally met mine, and I wished they hadn’t. “You need to be strong. You need to be the best. Third place is just the first loser, Julian. Is that what you want to be? A loser?”