Romans & histoires Rise Of The Discarded Son In Law

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

"Margaret, make your choice. Do you want this worthless man or your precious son?" Just then, the butler hurried into the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Jameson, this is bad. The police are here! They said... They said you're suspected of being involved in a rape case..." ... Blake's POV I placed my child's ashes in the shrine that had the most visitors. From now on, he would have his younger brother to keep him company. He would no longer have to endure the stench of garbage day after day, nor would he have to suffer under the suppression of the protective amulets.

“Elena, no one knows I’m fucking an eighteen-year-old. No one knows I’m fucking my son’s mate. No one knows that the girl Lucian has been losing his mind over is the same girl who keeps ending up in my bed, arguing with me, threatening me, and making me question decisions I stopped questioning years ago. So no, Elena, nobody knows about you.” I stared at him. He was not done. “You think I can walk downstairs and casually tell people that my son found his mate and somehow his father got involved too? You think I can explain that without destroying something?” “My relationship with my son, for a start.” That shut me up. Adrian dragged a hand over his face and looked away from me for a moment b

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

“ We really need to talk “ I heard someone say and drag me out of the room . I didn’t need anyone to tell me that it was my dad . Dad grabbed me to a particular spot and now all that I could see was an angry looking man who was ready to smack the bell out of the if I dared to say a word that he didn’t want to hear . “So tell me girl , what’s the meaning of all the madness that you are putting out here , your mom and I have been waiting for you to come home all this while . “ I was never a shareholder in this company but I had to because i really wanted to confirm all that had been circulating around , that my own daughter is hoing arounf parading a man twice her age as her husband and fuckin

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

“What's wrong with me? Ever since we have met those people you and our son have been drooling over them. You are allowing our son to throw away his entire life and career over some fetish. He is about to be become a father and is planning on denying his own baby. I have been the only one trying to make sure our son doesn't ruin his life. He is still young and you know very well that at his age he can make decisions that could ruin his life.” “Our son isn't me, and we raised him to be a strong, respectful, kind man. He has told you that he is in love with that young lady who is fighting for her life and all our son ask for is support and you can only think about your wants and not his. He tol

“I almost lost the ability to walk, my grandfather threatened to cut me off completely, said I was a fool for trying to ruin my life for a woman, if my mother hadn’t intervened, I would’ve lost everything.” He paused, his brow lifted and a stupid smirk appeared on his face. “To regain my position in the family, I needed a strategic marriage.” His gaze settled on me,“you…. you were suitable…simple and naively loyal and your past made things… convenient for me to manage you easily, and leave when the time comes.” The corner of his lips lifted slightly, like he was complimenting me. “For the past five years,” he continued, “you played your role perfectly, better than I expected,” he chuckled,

"So, all this time, you were just using me?" "What is there to be proud of in a woman like you? Not pretty, not sexy. I was forced to marry you. Unfortunately, your family decided to throw you away without even a penny from the company." Glara shook her head, staring at Damian in disbelief. She truly didn't recognize the Damian standing before her now. "Just wait, both you and your mother will regret this!" Glara said as she carried her son and walked away from Damian, who watched her with a cynical smile.

The elderly man looked up, his steely gray eyes meeting his son's troubled gaze, and he frowned as he mumbled, "Andrew, what brings you here so early in the morning?" "Jada, that child I watched as a baby grow into a young lady, has disgraced our family name, Father. She made Maria kneel before the employees and strangers in the lobby of AD's company all because her cousin went to beg her to give me back the company. I won't stand for it. Not for a moment." Andrew lashed out, his tone rising more impassively with each word. Silent, Mr. Hudson listened intently, his expression growing graver with every detail Andrew revealed, and he sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation and the s