The Legendary Son In Law Novels & Stories

- the one intended to marry into the Rollins family to save their dad from going to prison and save them from losing both their home and the company altogether. And second, the most absurd of them all was to marry Dominic Rollins, founder and CEO of Rollins Shipping World. A man who was 10 years older than her father and 50 years older than her. One who already had 4 daughters - 3 from his late first wife, and another from his divorced second wife - along with a 26-year-old son he had out of wedlock. From the little she knew about the family, his youngest daughter should be about the same age as her.

My thoughts were all over the place, one bitter truth after another choking me. My husband always thought that I was worthless. Poor. A burden he couldn’t wait to shake off. But the irony was, I wasn’t at all. I was the daughter of the Calloway family—a name that carried weight, power, and more money than Quinn could ever dream of. I’d hidden that part of myself for him. For us. I didn’t want my name, my family’s fortune, to hang over his head. I didn’t want him to feel small or inferior.

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

I looked up at Scott. "The Jamesons' foundation is now tied to my son. Either you sign the papers and guarantee Connor's right to his inheritance in the future by making me a shareholder, or you reject my request and watch your relatives eat your family alive." Scott's fingers trembled.

He let out a dark, humorless chuckle. "He stole it. From me" I froze. "What?" "I took him in when he was five years old. I fed him. I clothed him. I taught him how to walk, how to fight, and how to rule" His eyes narrowed, turning into abysses of cold fury. My mouth fell open. "You..." I stammered. "You're..." "I'm Adrian Blackwell," he whispered, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Your husband’s father"

What was I even thinking—that my father-in-law would turn against his own son and fall in love with me? Not only did he fail to prove to everyone back there that I didn’t disgust him like Thayer challenged, but he also openly told everyone I was pregnant with his grandson. The reason he kept me was because of his unborn grandson! Why does he think it’s a boy? Was he actually looking for a son to replace his irresponsible son? He was using me! He just wanted to secure his grandson and then get rid of me!

One was for his half-sisters’ debut celebration and then for Mandy and Lester’s wedding, both of which were expected. This one wasn’t. Something out of the blue, which made him uneasy. Mandy shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. And even if it’s not, we’re still required to attend.” That one was true. Even the two of them—an illegitimate son and the runaway daughter—had responsibilities for their family. Defeated, he opened the envelope, carefully cutting the top of the paper so as not to disturb the elegant emblem. “Oh, Old Man Lucius is retiring?” Old Man Lucius was their father’s older cousin. He wasn’t the most welcoming of Greg when he first came into their lives.

A reminder. Lucian had fucked me like he was trying to rewrite my DNA, and my body hadn’t forgotten a single thrust. I could still feel the ghost of his cum leaking out of me this morning when I showered. And the whole time I was rinsing his marks off my skin, my brain kept circling back to one sentence. “Not even my father can take you from me.” But me? I heard it different. I heard challenge. Because the second those words left his mouth, my mind flashed to his dad—Mr. fucking Blackthorne.

"You are welcome to our house Mr. Lawson. My son already told me about your arrival and search for a bride personally. I have my youngest daughter here, who is quite fond of you. "Lawson? Her brow suddenly rose up, she ignored them and continued reading the last page of the book. Son? It is probably her brother who is away from them and managing a business outside the country, because the other son of the family is known as black sheep and doesn't care about family businesses.

he announced, his voice booming across the hall, “let us give an ovation to our daughter, Cassandra Krüger, on the successful completion of her first task.” Applause erupted. Cheers filled the hall, rising and falling like a tide. When the noise finally subsided, the patriarch continued. “Today,” his voice echoed across the room, deep and commanding. “We welcome not merely a wife into our house, but a daughter into our blood. A bond deeper than name, deeper than law, deeper than life itself.” Cassandra swallowed hard, murmurs of approval erupting from the crowd. The patriarch paused, waiting until each glass was filled. Cassandra felt her palms bleed, sweat slicked to her gown. She felt litt