The Masked Son In Law Novels & Stories

As he got to the living room, two of his closest friends and ally sat there as they drank wine that had been served by the maids. "So how pretty is she? Maybe I could have a turn with her if you get tired?" The one sitting in his left named Marcus said with a grin. Our if the three friends, he was smart, funny and foolish at the same time but the masked man didn't mind. "Once I'm done with her, she wouldn't even remember her name" the masked man said as the last of the three friends just sighed as he shook his head. "She had no hand in what her mother did and you want to use her as a sex slave? That is not fair, her husband would be perfect to pay the price and not the daughter" Leo, the nic

"It seemed like Lisa said something that seemed to upset my son very much." She eyes me knowingly but doesn't out me. "What did you say to him Lisa? Were you rude to the Earl's son?" My mouth opens and closes three times. "Maybe he just felt they weren't a good match. Lisa will find another good man because she's not only beautiful,but she's intelligent too," Mona smiles at me. I silently mouth a, "Thank you." * *The Wedding Day* * After the countess left,I was cornered by my family, wanting to know what I said to Patrick,but all I said was, "I told him the truth he so needed to hear."

Chris was still trying to make the man next to me even angrier by discussing my son, who would only be his stepson, and Matthew, who would forever not be the real father of my son. My fiancé slightly clenched his hand at me before loosening it again. "I can act as a perfect father compared to you, Mr. Grant." "A perfect father, you say?" The man with green-brown eyes seemed to smirk. "How can you do that when you're wearing a mask? It'll never happen."

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

"No, it's not that. It's just that I can't attend the event. I'm not ready." Giorgio insisted, "You can't be stupid; this is a good opportunity for us." "That's right, your son also has a right to his father's property," Barbara added, confirming Giorgio's opinion. "Sierra, you are still not ready for Gama's departure. But don't let your selfishness make you make the mistake of not demanding your son's rights to his family." "Mom, my son doesn't need all that. I don't want to beg them. They got rid of me; maybe it's payback for what we did to him."

"But you have no power here, Jackson. You're in my world now. And in my world, you don't make the rules." "Where is she?" I shout. "Where's my daughter?" "Your daughter," he muses. "Which one? The real one or the copy we made? It's so hard to keep track." "Give her back to me." "Why should I?" "Because I'll give you whatever you want. Money, information, anything. Just give me back my daughter." The masked man is quiet for a moment. Then he nods, as if coming to a decision. "Very well," he says. "Let's see if you really mean that."

Silver threading through dark hair that's pushed back from his face. Dress shirt rolled to his forearms showing veins and tan skin. A jaw that his younger son inherited. He fills a doorway the way his son never could, broad and solid, and I've spent two years of family dinners pretending I don't notice the way his shoulders strain his shirts. He takes one look at my face and his expression shifts from surprise to concern. "Mara. What happened?" "Your son is fucking someone else." I say straightforwardly. He doesn't look shocked. He looks like a man who's been waiting for this phone call and it finally came. "Come in."

Marylene commanded him and as a loving and doting husband he did not think twice to defile her orders and went straight to have lunch. He grabbed his chopsticks and took a bite out of the fish sauce. He disliked admitting that the food tasted really fantastic and refused to remove his doubt about him. “My son in law is a good chief. You have to hold on to him, Georgina, such men are scarce to find .” Marylene winked at her daughter. Son In law? They were not even married nor engaged, yet she dared to call a random stranger her son in law? What kind of charm did he use to bewitch her mother?

"And to celebrate this, my son Jeremy will soon be engaged to Damien Anderson." A wave of whispers rippled through the crowd. Cameras flashed blinding me but I just stood still frozen. Everywhere became quiet the moment the moment the hall doors were pushed open and then a mysterious figure with an aura strong enough to make anyone his gaze landed on to freeze walked in but his face was covered with a mask. Then the whispers began 'who is he?' 'what is he doing here?' 'what family is he from?' 'why is he wearing a mask?'

They were Old master Astor’s only son- and daughter-in-law; they have two sons, Onyx Astor and Oscar Astor. The masked man, who was sitting with a haughty expression, was none other than the youngest son of the Astor family, Oscar Astor, It was his second identity besides Blood king. He lives in light and dark because he uses light to save himself from darkness, while dark strengthens his roots so that no one can shake him off. “Sister, Oscar just came back. Can you stop yelling at him?” The man who spoke was none other than the Old master’s only son, Chase Astor.