Rise Of The Discarded Son In Law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He answered honestly, " Sir, I am not rich and I don't think that I could match your wealth. I came from an impoverished family. My mother was a vendor near the supermarket that we used to live in while my father was a construction worker. Unfortunately, my mother passed away when I was three years old, leaving me with my father until I was seven years old, the time when he was accused of murder and was jailed, though he did not do so. I have been left alone, my relatives disowned me, and was lucky enough that there was a good and kind-hearted individual who helped me finish my studies and became a lawyer. I may not have the wealth nor the power that you have sir, but I promise that I will m

Urias snarled back, “Dickson Carling, this isn’t the end yet! Don’t celebrate too early!” Dickson narrowed his eyes. “Master Boyle, you’re a master, a decent one at that. I can let you go if you’re willing to come under me now. “Otherwise, when my father takes over and has control over Omnicare Drugstore, you won’t end up any better.” Urias was resolute. “I will not associate myself with you despicable father and son’s dirty deeds even if I have to die!”

The doctor roars. Mr Heirden falls again, but he props himself to sit. His shaking body due to pain fails to stop him from rising and faces the hopeless doctor with a proud smile. "Dr Sebastian, I once admired you for being a good doctor. But I was wrong. Now, all I can see is that you're pathetic… What is this for? Why did you barge into our house and hurt us like this? For what? Yes. My son promises to marry your daughter and fails to fulfil his promise. But I don't think we deserve this. My son is a good man and a great son, he doesn't deserve this either. If I were to say, now, I am grateful to that woman. I am very grateful to her that she took my son away and escaped from your horrible

The staff, done with caution, moved in to throw me out. I broke free from their grip, my voice a low growl. "Back off. Don't touch me. I'm here with Jim Lawrence, the billionaire. He's my dad!" Laughter rippled through the onlookers. Henry, smirking, could not resist a jab. "The billionaire's son? That's a Branford University grad who's practically running the Lawrence empire after just two years back home.

I take his hands, forcing him to stop and look at me, I have no idea who heard those words from, but I hate it, I don’t want him to ever utter them again, not in my presence, not ever. “Do not believe that, no single person is above anyone else.” He presses his lips together, eyes shining with disbelief, and I know I have to curb it, I don’t want to lose him, not to his thoughts, his doubts, or anything else. “I told you didn’t I? My father disowned me. I worked for him, granted I had been top of the food chain before he cut me off. For my age and everything else, it was more than a blessing. I never forgot that, nepotism got me there, but but hard work kept me, and when he disowned me, I ha

Dave yelled as he began kicking anything kickable in the restroom. "I hate it!! I hate it when Leonardo gets all the attention!!". Dave sneered, staring at himself in the mirror. "I f**king begged him to let me handle the contract!! I would have done better if it were me? I mean…I'm also his son. Forget he doesn't know yet, but I'm still his Oldest son from another lady whom he abandoned! He would surely notice me once I snatched the company from him right under both he and his pathetic son's neck". Dave smirked, bawling his fist as he talked.

The relentless emotional abuse from his in-laws, the constant humiliation, and the dismissive insults remained vivid in his mind. He remembered the words he had once spoken to himself: *Who will end up as the real garbage?* Deep down, a quiet desire to see justice served to his wife's family had burned for a long time. The memories were razor-sharp, and the moment of reckoning had arrived entirely on its own terms. Both Mr. Anggara and Mr. Wesley had explicitly warned Bobby that all technical avenues were exhausted. Yet, the moment Stefan’s name was brought up, Bobby cut them off, stubbornly refusing to seek his disgraced son-in-law's help.

“Esteemed family, tonight I wish to welcome back Tristan, who will now at long last resume his rightful place as heir to the Sterling empire.” I inhaled slowly, steeling my spine. Here we go. Predictably, my uncle Victor immediately objected. “With all due respect, Father, perhaps the boy requires more... seasoning before being entrusted with control of the company. My own son Brady has dedicated far more years to learning the family business.” I clenched my jaw at the insult, but said nothing. Brady was a womanizing layabout who spent more time at casinos and nightclubs than the office. But openly challenging my elders would be unwise. For now, I would bid my time.

“Seriously, the more I listen to you, the more I think you’re trying to sell your daughter instead of marrying her.” “You scoundrel! Is this how you talk to your elders? Didn’t your mother teach you... Oh right, from what I heard from Lala, you were discarded from birth and were raised by a countryman. I really don't know what Lala was thinking. It's not like all the men in the world are dead. How did she fall for you, this scoundrel who was born but not taught by a mother?” “What did you say? Do you want to try saying that again?”

They threw him out of the house without hesitation. Everything he owned was tossed out after him—his clothes, his possessions, all piled like trash on the sidewalk. Every luxury item bought with family money over the years was confiscated without exception. Carson clung to his expensive watch, unwilling to let go. "This is mine! Why won't you let me have it?" My mother sneered. "Who says it's yours? If it weren't for you, these things would've belonged to Jason." "You told me I was your real son! You said you'd give me anything I wanted. I saw you as my family! Now you're kicking me out—where am I supposed to go? Please, Mom, just let me stay! I don't care if it's the smallest room!"