The Legendary Son In Law Novels & Stories

Ever the reasonable and quiet one. He soughed, before transferring his thoughts and the pictures of the events going on there. "He is the son of Legardo." His brother stated, and he concurred, now placing the face of the werewolf. The latter had a strong striking resemblance with the father who had visited them some time ago for a favour, a favour that had brought him to the English county, a favour that had led him to his lifemate. He was a bit grateful to the Legardo. But why would send his son here? Didn't he trust in their capacity?

Beside her, Vivian's mother Linda accepted a crystal champagne flute from a bow-tied server. "This spectacle should prove entertaining, if nothing else," she remarked dryly before taking a delicate sip. Vivian let out a derisive laugh. "Please. My hapless ex-husband was always useless with numbers and business. I'll be shocked if he lasts an hour before embarrassing himself and his family." In the adjacent box, Tristan's surly cousins Brady and Blaine claimed their seats and immediately began passing a discreet silver flask back and forth. "I still can't believe the old man is letting that twerp wager the family company's money," Brady grumbled, face already reddening from the liquor. "It's

"Exactly." He extended his hand. "Victor Lang." The name meant something. I had heard it before, everyone in business had. Victor Lang was the chairman of Lang Meridian Capital, one of the most respected private investment firms in the country. I shook his hand. "Ethan Cole." "I know." My eyebrows lifted slightly. He smiled. "I knew who you were before I came over." "Why?" "Because of Sophia." That answer should have relieved me but It didn't. Victor glanced toward the stage.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

It didn’t matter that he was still his father-in-law. To Be Continued—

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

I was forced to listen to her cursing and screaming at me for the next five or six minutes. Cindy was just like that—all beauty and no brains. My mother-in-law, Mandy Teller, had died from complications during childbirth, leaving behind her daughter, Cindy. Because Eason was terrified that a stepmother might treat Cindy poorly, he chose never to remarry. Cindy was his only child, and she grew up naive and sheltered. As the years went on, Eason became deeply concerned about who would take over the reins of the company he had worked so hard to build.

"Who dares to despise me son?" A middle-aged man stepped out, his figure was unusual, his tone was calm. Harding Marcus caught a life-saving blade of grass and turned around. "Father must kill him!" His father is Jocelyn Marcus, the head of the Marcus family. The great families that met Jocelyn Marcus also had to bow down and flatter, and his son has always been bossy, but he loves this son very much.