The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

“Dad, from now on, don’t entrust Mommy’s medicine to anyone else. From now on, leave Mommy’s drinks and food to only one trusted assistant.” “I never thought Patricia could do that to your mother. Cheska was good to her and even treated her like a daughter.” “Uncle, nowadays, people with a dark conscience are good at impersonating. That has happened to me, and it’s my blood relative who did bad things to my father.” Tristan held his girlfriend by the waist, and she suddenly felt sad again, remembering her father. Joshua nods to his son’s girlfriend with his mouth shut. He knows what happened to her family and that it was resolved with the help of his son.

And everyone turned to glare at him. "Oh, and my mood is ruined now." Mila sneered, glaring daggers at Liam. Ella frowned when she saw Liam’s face. “We are not your family dummy, if you were half smart you should have known that by now?” Ella shot at Liam glaring daggers at him. Everyone’s mood was even more ruined than it already was after that dummy showed his face. There was no one they despised the most than Liam the useless son in-law. “Is there really no way to get rid of this loser?” Xavier asked his father, irritably.

Old Man Sanchez hurriedly rebuked Harold and others: "All of you, apologize to Sophia, hurry up!" Harold also worries that his son is actually being attacked by mentally ill Anthony, and immediately apologizes to Sophia: " Sophia, I'm sorry, The Uncle did something wrong, stop Anthony, maybe my son will die." Sophia would have spoken, but Anthony coldly pointed to others and said, "And you." Other members of the Sanchez family in the middle of the Sanchez family were unable to avoid the moment, saying, "It's none of our business." Dong Dong! The crutch in Old Man Sanchez's hand hit the ground, shouting, "Sorry me! If anything happens to my eldest grandson, you will all be released from the S

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

I've been staring blankly for a while now, thinking about what I can do to get out of this hardship. I furrowed my brow when my eyes caught a metallic trashcan at the side. I took a sip of water and wiped my mouth before standing up and approaching the trashcan. A crumpled newspapers and magazines. I picked it up and straightened it out to read. My eyes were searching quickly, and I returned the newspapers and magazine to the trashcan when I saw the reason it ended up there. The world's youngest billionaire! Mr. Lazarus Cavanaugh has a hidden son?

He turned around slowly and there he was, his father, Trenton Vinova, standing a few feet away from him with his arms crossed over his chest, and boy was he pissed. Trenton Liam Vinova was a very intimidating man. He was massive, up-to-par to a linebacker's build. He stood around six-foot-four, had black tousled hair, cold and calculating sky blue eyes and his facial features were sharp and chiseled. He was a good-looking forty-year-old man and Travis inherited his looks from him. As Trenton stood there, he couldn't believe what his son had done to the place. He just got back from his Alpha duties and he was greeted with his house looking like it had been overrun by a fucking hurricane.

All the stale beer, vomit, and outdoor toilets let loose their collective stench after sundown, as if the city itself was expelling bad air from its lungs. He stomped on broken pavement and kicked spare bits of debris into the gutter. A three-legged dog limped across the street, sniffed at a half-eaten taco and howled its joy to the moon. If only trash could make him so happy, Jon mused. But it would not do. Not do at all. Earlier at the mansion, Jon was all posed to grill his father over this “family business” and their “private life.” A secret which he seemed to be the only family member excluded from. One simple statement drove it all away.

I laugh "Luis who said you are in on the game." He wiggles his eyebrows at me "I have you here and it seems your son likes me." After Luis said that Tristan slams his fist on the table and walks off. Luckily both Luis and I were holding our drinks so they didn't spill. Shaking my head Luis looks at me "did I say something wrong?" "You do realize that Justin is Tristan's son?" "Nope, I didn't realize that I thought..." "No, he is Tristan's, and well Justin sort of found the case, and well..." "He is upset his father and the family disowned you and isn't speaking to him."

The stench of oil and mildew filled my nostrils. “Please,” I tried again, my voice desperate. “I’ll give you anything. Just let my son go.” A low chuckle echoed from the shadows. Slow, deliberate footsteps followed, each one sending a jolt of fear through my body. A man wearing a mask stepped into the dim light. He tilted his head slightly before speaking, his voice filled with disgust. “It’s always about money with you people, isn’t it?” The son of the lawyer Eugene had his father murdered.

I asked, ice-cold. "I know I messed up," he croaked, licking his lips. "I was blind—tricked, manipulated by Betty. I saw her phone." Oh boy, here it comes. He dove straight into a sob story about Betty and her doctor buddy scamming him with some over-the-top fertility lie, claiming she needed his sperm to have a baby. And the wedding house? Apparently, she cried about how mean me and my mom were to her and how she'd be homeless with a baby unless he swooped in to save the day. Naturally, he fell for it because, duh, pity points.