Savvy Son-in-law Novels & Stories

He stopped acting arrogant and said with a smile, "I agree that your daughter has to marry a good man, but I don't think my incompetent son would be a good match for your daughter." Richard looked at the alcohol beside him as he tried to stay calm. "You've got to be kidding me. Your son is just as remarkable as you. Nobody in the Anderson family is incompetent. You're too humble!"

I found Vivienne's posting account and, after a moment of hesitation, sent her a private message. "Girl, you're amazing! My husband always complains I spoil my family too much and calls me obsessed with my brother. But I have my own struggles I can't share. The person I'm actually supporting is my own child, but I can't let him know. How do you keep your husband willing to spend money without suspicion? Need advice. I also want to transfer assets to my kid." Within minutes, my phone buzzed. Vivienne replied. "Girl, I feel you! Men are all the same. Soft-hearted and easy to fool. Just cry in front of him more often. Tell him how much you suffered as a child and how biased your parents were. H

He let out a groan as he collapsed face down into the dirt. "Hey dad, did you know mom's kind of crazy?" The sound of Oliver's voice came from behind me. "Side note, this brooding blonde wolf, who breaks all stereotypes for his hair color, by the way, is your son-in-law. I think this calls for a celebration. We should bring out a cheese tray."

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

Anthony's father glanced at me, "You miss my son?" I let out a tired breath. I want to be in his arms like before. I want to spend the day just with him. "He's a mess, Leah, he might want to fight his ego and love for you but he can't," he said. He didn't mess up because of me but because his money and the company were in my control. "And I've looked for the best candidate for you," She continued.

Sas says. " Gosh! I don't know anything about my husband. How do you know? " I stare at both. " Your husband is going to be a trillionaire soon. Pay attention to G****e and of course, news channels. " Saavi says. " My husband comes on the television screen. " I wince and say out loud. They giggle again gazing at my expression. I was thankful for the loud music. "He's the leader of Cosa Nost….." Sas elbows Saavi.

“Aha! Who’s light weighted now?” As if to prove me wrong, he sat up, sighing roughly. “You always think you’re tough, don’t you?” “I am tough. Even you know it.” “Yeah. And here you are playing the graceful housewife and timid daughter-in-law.” I chuckled. “You sound bitter.” “Well… I forgot to say—” He raised his glass as if for a toast. “Looking forward to our incoming heir.” “Heir? How dramatic. Steele already has an heir,” I said proudly.

he said slowly, “to give one hundred thousand dollars to the same half-brother who told his friends I was a house pet. Who mocked my wife online using a burner account. Who still owes me three thousand from ten years ago and has never acknowledged it.” Margaret gave a tight-lipped smile. “He’s your brother.” “No,” Julian said. “He’s your son.” Her hands tensed around the teacup. He placed a bill on the table and stood. Margaret stood, too—fast, angry now. “You think those people love you, Julian? You think they’ll keep you when they’re done using you?” “They’re not using me,” Julian said calmly. “They’re listening to me.” Margaret scoffed. “Then you’re a bigger fool than your father.”

Dave said to Alpha Mark, who burst into a round of laughter. "What did you just say? You have the potential to become what?" Alpha Mark asked Dave after laughing to his satisfaction. "To become your son-in-law, of course. After all, I'm the father of your grandson, so why can't I be your son-in-law?" Dave asked Alpha Mark through the phone.

“Tyler, this is my mom, my dad, and my aunt Pam. And that little guy hiding is Leo.” “Nice to meet you all,” I said, managing a low tone that sounded surprisingly polite. “Thank you for having me in your home.” Aunt Pam fanned herself with her hand, a massive, predatory grin splitting her face. “He speaks well! And he has manners! Flora, you did good, baby. Come in, come in! Son-in-law, make yourself completely at home!” Son-in-law. The title felt like a physical jab to my ribs, but I forced my expression to remain perfectly smooth.