Super Dope Son In Law Novels & Stories

My phone vibrated several more times. The other person lost it and kept sending me one voice message after another. [Do you think everyone in the group chat is dumb? Do you think people will believe a random CT scan image you found online?] [You're old enough to be his mother, yet you're still acting like some young girl and pulling tricks like this. Have you no shame?] [I'm the one Christopher is going to marry! If you still have any dignity left, hand in your resignation tomorrow. Don't make me go to the office and humiliate you in public!]

*** All the servants and bodyguards are getting busy with their respective jobs, so now only two families are currently standing right in front of a man who just got married but that marriage makes became excited because of a video, especially as parents, Jeffri Duttlof felt sure if his son's messed up marriage has gone viral and is in cheap accounts and gossip events. He doesn't know, right now he and his wife just couldn't help thinking about the attitude of their son they'd been always so proud of. They did not expect that his son would grow up to be a man a bastard, or indeed may be their first son Reifo Duttlof's statement was true about his younger brother. Shit ... Jeffri got dizzy th

Once she had full control over the assets, she could easily deal with Melinda and Lilin as she saw fit. Adam turned around and looked at her without addressing her question. He asked with a cigar in his mouth, "You're back? Where's that cripple?" Sophia did not appreciate her father referring to her beloved man that way, "Please don't call Zachary that! He is your son-in-law!" Adam snorted and asked sarcastically, "How's the hospital visit? Can my 'precious' son-in-law still get hard?" Sophia frowned. "The hospital is highly professional, and everything went smoothly. Please show some more respect to Zachary, Dad."

He surges up like he wants to stand, bumps the table and sloshes the pitcher of ice water our server left. I don’t usually get jealous or insecure, but an unpleasant tug squeezes my solar plexus. My girlfriends are so much younger and cuter than I am. Sadie is Foxfire’s age and here I am with gray mixing into the blonde of my hair, making it appear lighter than it really is. “This is Tom, my son-in-law’s father,” I explain as everyone starts offering their name and hand to him.

The caption on the livestream was poison: "Rich wife fakes poverty, abandons husband and child, targets Harvard son." The comments were already a dumpster fire, class resentment and rage-bait all funneled directly at me. One comment in particular: "Anyone else notice the antlers in the background? I think that's a hint he got played. My money's on the HR guy. Rich girls always play dirty." "Walking out on her own son, this woman has no soul. I'd put that kid on a pedestal." "Harvard son and she still left? Something is very wrong with her."

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

“Their stock crashed this morning. They’re being forced into a merger.” “A merger?” I murmured, my stomach tightening. “With a giant,” he added. “One of the biggest entertainment empires.” Before I could ask which one, the car slowed at a red light. Noelle tugged my sleeve. “Mommy,” she whispered, pointing out the window. “Who is that man?” My blood froze. A massive digital billboard glowed above the street. Obsidian Holdings. And standing at the center of it— Dominic Montgomery. He looked sharper than he had five years ago. More dangerous. More powerful. The pain I buried clawed its way back to the surface.

Sophia's father, James Parker, smiled broadly, his eyes shining with happiness. As the newlyweds were pronounced husband and wife, the congregation erupted into cheers and applause. Ethan and Sophia shared a tender kiss, basking in the joy and love surrounding them. The reception was a lavish affair, with champagne toasts, gourmet food, and a live band playing the couple's favorite songs. Ethan and Sophia danced their first dance as husband and wife, surrounded by their friends and family. As the night wore on, Ethan couldn't help but feel grateful for this new chapter in his life. He had never felt so loved, so accepted, and so happy.

She responded with a smile and a nod. “Then about earlier. What happened? Are you sure you are okay, and how are the twins? Are they okay?” This wasn’t the first time the CEO was showing so much worry about her. It had always been like this ever since she saved his wife from the brink of death. He cared for her much like a father would do to his daughter. As much as it wouldn't have been needed, Sophia could say that Mr. Johnson, the CEO, has over the past months clouded the space of a father that she yearned for.

“Remember the bastard Pete Peters that was my partner a few years ago, bastard was against using the company to clean the drug money, he was such a pussy I couldn’t have it. Sent him to jail for a few years to shut him up” “Oh that guy, I remember him. You killed him, didn’t you?” My father nodded, taking his glass of sipping whiskey to his mouth and took a sip “Well that happened, but that’s not it, my son is in love with his daughter. Stupid karma had to think of the most stupid way to bite me in the ass” Venzo laughed, sipping his own drink. I couldn’t exactly see their expressions as they were backing me but I was more concentrated on their conversation than what they looked like.