Son In Law Novels & Stories

He had looked serious about his promise, even though it was fleeting. "Connor leaves with me." Scott laughed coldly. " You can't afford to bring him up." I stood up, and despite being a head shorter than him, I made sure to stand up straight. "Then I'll see you in court." Scott's smile vanished. He stared at me with mixed emotions in his eyes before he ended up bursting with laughter. "Fine. If you insist on humiliating yourself, go ahead. You can't win this, Sophie. The Jamesons have a team of lawyers working for us. What can a doctor like you do to fight against me?"

A few days in the new lab .... “You can’t do that, Sir.” Diko argued. “My boss has taken over ownership of this land ....” “Where are the papers then?” asked Ronnie in a debt-collector-like tone. “The letters, that’s my boss’s business.” Diko stood his ground. “If you can’t show us the papers, we’ll take over the land!” threatened Ronnie as he tugged on Diko’s shirt collar. “Do you know who I am? I’m Herman Delvino’s son, you should know that name!”

he said, his tone still hard as stone. I stared at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. Of course he thought I had nowhere to go because Quinn had kicked me out and Mia had already taken my place. “Let me take care of you,” Jason said. “I’ll support you, and I’ll take care of the child. All I’m asking for in return is marriage.” I froze when I heard that. “Marriage?” I repeated, barely able to believe what I was hearing. This wasn’t just about the baby anymore. This was a whole new mess.

He swings his club far back and hits the ball, sending it flying high into the air. "Anthony, you just told me something I would have preferred not to hear. I have, but only one child. A daughter. I'm sure you understand, what with Sebastian being your only offspring. He wasn't able to make it to lunch either, last weekend. I hope there's no trouble?"

Today I made Mr. Kurt Thompson unhappy, and if Emma and I still want to get a divorce, he probably won't give much of his assets to her family in the will. Mr. Kurt Thompson had emphasized that anyone who wants to inherit from him must be married, and if they are the son-in-law of the Thompson family, they must accept their role as a son-in-law. Emma sighed, slightly calmer, and then said, "Andrew, don't forget that you already signed an agreement with me. Do you want to divorce me? It won't be that easy!"

I couldn't leave yet, I needed to hear the end of this conversation. “Honey, what is he talking about?” I asked, my voice trembling with fake innocence. “Honey?” Luke spat the word back, laughing. “You two are a pathetic joke. But let's leave your games for later, I am here for my son.” His voice now sounded serious. “He is not your son,” Garary answered, his voice unyielding. “He is my biological son!” Luke answered, emphasizing every word. Garary didn't flinch. “But in the eyes of the law, he belongs to me. If you want to challenge that, I will see you in court.”

“Um, I don’t believe that I have done that.” Okay, she was beginning to think that perhaps the man on the other end of the line wasn’t her prank caller. “Oh, who’re you?” “My name is Jonas Real. I’m a lawyer.” “A lawyer?” she asked, frowning. Why would a lawyer be calling her? “Yes, I represent Tanya Ford. I believe you currently have custody of her son, uh, Brooks Ford.” “His name isn’t Brooks Ford.” Stupid name. Something Tanya had given him because she thought it was funny. “It’s Brooks Keaton.” That was Joe’s last name, and he’d made certain that Brooks had it after Tanya had gone nuts.

"You demand my son?" "We have the law on our side," the lawyer added. "If the law fails, we have fifty armed men waiting outside your gates. Hand over the ex-con. Hand over the baby. Or we go to war tonight."

No wonder he's confused— the tension in this room is strung taut, and it's obvious he has no idea why. "By law, I have to take Slava back to Beacon Hill for now," Simpson says, clearing his throat as he looks at Sergei, whose expression grows thunderous. "He's my son," Sergei snarls. "He belongs with me!" "Mr. Sidorov, I understand your concerns, but there is a right way to do this if you want to maintain your custody. Let's discuss it back at the office." His eyes shift to me with genuine concern. "Can we give you a lift somewhere?"

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"