The Masked Son In Law Novels & Stories

“What’s two hundred million to someone like you? And don’t think I won’t carry out my threat if you don’t obey. You know exactly how terrifying the Wolfhood’s death sentence can be. Do you really want your grandson to suffer that fate because of your foolishness?” Cornello’s heart sank. Last year, his first son’s wife had given birth to an adorable pup, and he wouldn’t trade him for anything—not even for money. Feeling defeated, Cornello took the paper and completed the transfer. Shortly after, the masked man received the alert. Smirking, he kicked Cornello in the rear and said, “Put that shit on and run off from here.” As soon as Cornello left, the masked man pulled me closer, trailed his f

He had tried to distance himself from the cleaning tools all morning, but Martin had strictly forbidden him from wearing a face mask to hide his face. A short while later, Marissa returned carrying two packs of Padang rice for her old acquaintances. “Eat up! I genuinely feel bad seeing the two of you like this. Especially you, Stefan. Looks like you’ll be stuck as an OB for a long time, while Ryan only has to endure a month.” Stefan accepted the food from Marissa and said, “Let’s hope the CEO turns out to be fair-minded. He seems like a wise man who absolutely despises being underestimated. I hope he rewards your kindness, Marissa.”

“Tell that to the marriage certificate you signed in Vegas.” I ignored him. “I have something for you to run a test on.” “Oh?” Jake sounded amused. “That sounds illegal already. I’m interested.” “It’s a mask.” There was a pause on the line. “A mask?” “Yes.” “Let me guess,” he said slowly, “your mysterious husband?” I didn’t respond. Jake chuckled. “ You’re obsessed with that guy .” “I am not obsessed.” “whatever you say." I leaned back in the seat. “ I need him so I can annul the so-called marriage.”

"I’ll handle this." The authority in his tone left no room for argument. Nadeem froze, his muscles taut, then reluctantly stepped back. Dontrell stepped forward, momentarily leaving me exposed. "I don’t want to fight you," the masked man said, his tone measured, though it didn’t mask the weight of the threat. "Your father gave the orders; I’m only here to carry them out." “To hell with what my father says,” Dontrell barked, halting in front of the intruder. His angry gaze pierced through the masked man, locking onto the only part of him not concealed—the eyes. “If I say my wife’s not going, she’s not."

I focused solely on the sound of the voice behind me, calling my name with unmistakable annoyance. My eyes narrowed into slits as I slowly turned around to face him, and I clenched my jaw angrily, my expression hardening. My gaze locked onto two familiar blue orbs, and my blood ran cold. The sight of him made an uneasy feeling settle inside my gut. Standing a few feet away, under the illuminating chandelier, was my 23-year-old son, Dylan. His dark hair, like mine, was combed and slicked back with gel. On his face sat a mask that matched the shade of the dark blue suit he wore while holding a glass of champagne.

I could feel the heaviness behind his tone. I wasn’t a bad-tempered person. I wasn’t a hot head. But I was pissed. Beyond what my public mask could carry. Martin, however, knew me better than anyone else, except maybe my sister, Rina. I inhaled deeply. “Talk. Fast.” “He’s Sir Sinclair’s son from a different marriage. He has used his mother’s name his whole life, and the old man never made him change it. He wasn’t even really in the family’s life, not directly. He was provided for, but that was it. Until he graduated law school with honors, and his other three brothers died or vanished.”

“Why is he hiding his face?” Rylan tightens his grip around my hand as if it is the only way he can withstand the humiliation. I stare at him and he undo his upper button and drag his tie down a little; I can tell that he is uncomfortable. Fuck… I hate elders who can't read the room before talking. Alpha Charles falls silent for a while, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Well…. he has a scar on his face, so my son wears the mask so others don't get comfortable around him. Isn't he so considerate?”

"You mean that masked fugitive?" Emily sneered. "Vincent Norman, the man you like, also wears a mask." "That's different. Vincent's mask was for the masquerade ball. Vincent is Norman's eldest son and a prime bachelor. Your boyfriend is just a fugitive!"

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Upon arrival at the in-laws’ office, Marcel went downstairs with Aldi to meet Herman together. Marcel, who was wearing a plain blue shirt and slick black trousers, walked beside Aldi, who told him to act like a conglomerate businessman. Marcel, who didn’t know anything, just complied with what Aldi suggested to him. “I’d like to see Mr Delvino,” Marcel said to the clerk at the desk. “I’m his son-in-law, soon to be ex.”