Secretly Rich Son In Law Novels & Stories

The smile froze on Mia's face before she asked cautiously, "Did you two get into another fight? Tell me what happened. I'll straighten her out for you." Watching her pat her chest defensively for me made my eyes sting. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Cynthia had secretly had a child with her ex-husband and kept it from me for five whole years. Right then, the ward door swung open. A little boy came bursting into the room. It took me only a second to recognize him as Theo. Sure enough, Cynthia walked in right behind him. "Granny! Mommy and I came to see you!" Mia's face instantly lit up. She pulled Theo into her arms, showering him with kisses. "My sweet boy, it's been so l

“Then there you go. He’s not going to start playing detective unless Raya dumps him and he’s suddenly inspired to relive his tragic love story with you.” “Ugh.” I groaned again, but this time I was smiling. “You make it sound like a soap opera.” “Because it is! ‘The Secret Son of Manhattan’ starring Juliet, the hot CEO with a past, Edward, the brooding ex who still wears too much cologne, and Jace, the adorable love child with too many questions!” I burst out laughing so hard I almost choked on my juice. “Stop! You’re ridiculous.” “I try my best,” she said with a smug tone.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“A closed ceremony. No announcement. No press. Preferably just a registered marriage. No Vale name in lights beside hers. Not in public.” Silence fell like a dropped curtain. Gregory whistled low under his breath but didn’t intervene. Her Father's voice turned icy. “You think I’d agree to a secret wedding after everything I’ve given up to arrange this? You think this is some PR stunt—” Lucian cut him off with a glance. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Robert.” He sat forward, elbows resting on the desk, suddenly closer. Sharper.

I reached for the burner phone I had hidden under my pillow. A notification popped up. Transaction Complete: $100,000,000.00 I stared at the screen until the numbers blurred. He actually did it. My father—the man who audits every single expense at his company, the man who lectures me on "financial responsibility"—just dropped a hundred million dollars to keep a secret. He didn't even fight it. He didn't call the police. He didn't try to negotiate. He just paid the "I slept with my son-in-law" tax.

His company was the among the first three best in the country,coupled with the fact that he had business with the Mafia. He has no business with the entertainment industry but something happened and he picked interest when he first saw her. Without replying Nat took a few steps forward and he instantly followed her. "What are you doing out so late?"Ric couldn't help but ask. This man's voice kept giving her tingles in her system any time she heard it. He had this cold, domineering aura,king-like presence and she was just beginning to wonder why she wasn't scared. "Relationship issues, 🤧 am done being a puppet people could just toss around." Nat said with all seriousness,her voice cold as ic

Jacob looked down, saying, "Ryan and her family ensured that the details were kept hidden. They don't live in the main city and have a real estate business with the entire property registered in the girl's name, managed by her uncle. Their business has millions in turnovers." "Forget about them for now. Tell me what happened after the meeting with the international shareholders," I interrupted, feeling irritated that I was left unaware of Ryan's plans. While I don't care about his marriage, I can't deny that it could have brought him prosperity in the real estate sector, which is highly profitable at the moment. As I listen more, I find myself establishing some connections, and it's leading

, Annie texts again. Genny ignores her again and stuffs her phone into her bag before walking out of the room. She heads to the dinning area and meets her parents eating. Her father, Mr. Frederick Houston was a businessman who was rarely home while her mother, Grace was a stay-at-home mom. Mr. Houston had promised to set up a supermarket for her when Genny graduated middle school as Genny was their youngest child but was yet to do so, now postponing it to when Genny graduated from high school.

He had just talked to me for a bribe and told me to stay away from his Son. "I want to talk to you." He sneezed then took a deep breath. “I know we’re not in good terms. I'm against what you and Keeion had back then. I almost lost money back then just to stay away from my Son but you still didn't accept and you didn't tell that to Keeion so as not to get angry with me. There, you proved that you were not chasing my Son for money. But even so, I still didn't accept you because I fully thought Sydney would be better off being Keeion's wife. That is what I regret so much. The woman I thought could make Keeion better was the one who would put him in harm's way. So I won’t let that get past what

John said, “Dad, Serenity’s husband is the York guy. He’s Mr. York, the heir of the York family. I’m talking about the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon. He’s worth billions.” Baffled, Chris looked at his son as if he could not believe the words coming out of his son’s mouth. Was Serenity’s husband the heir of the wealthiest Yorks? A billionaire? That would mean a lot of money. “Is that true, John?” “Honest to God. His interview was on TV. We’ve met Zachary. The reporters called him Mr. York. It must be him. It is him.”