The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

You wouldn't have the chance to pick fights with us right now! "I want you and your things out of this apartment in 30 minutes! Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a lesson on the basics of law!" I was very lucky that I was born in a country with proper laws. That way, I could always use the law to protect my own rights. … The next day, I just arrived at the company when I was notified that people claiming to be my son's in-laws were causing trouble outside the company. It turned out that Yolanda and Pamola were hugging each other while wailing at the top of their lungs. Mathias kept talking shit about me looking down on them and plotting against them to make sure that they'd never succeed in

How can a man who doesn't understand his own son understand a complete stranger? I stay silent. As I always do. My mother looks at me with the same sympathy in her eyes as she always does. My father levels me with a hard look, as usual. The only new addition here is Anthony Crosswalk. Who looks at me like I'm way beneath him. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what he thinks about me, because it's not him I'm marrying, it's his son, who, from what I've seen, does not like his father. "Where's Warren?" I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush.

"Which kind of a father doubts their own daughter barging in their room’s looking for a poverty stricken worker...?” "The kind that cares about his daughter...let's not forget Blake is your lawfully wedded husband" That was him laughing at me. "Doesn't change the fact that you're a shitty father, you ruined my sleep get the Fuck out I don't want to see you" "I won't stop looking out for you kiddo" "I don't want you to, goo!"

“He says I must tell you that you fucked up.” “What does he mean?” “He said that as of half an hour ago, you had lost Trayton. I told you, you stupid bitch.” “Stop calling me a bitch.” “It's either that or whore.” …Trayton POV… Funny enough, a player like me grew up in a little small town about a two-hour drive out of the city. I grew up with my father and mother and an older brother whom I don't see since he landed his ass into prison. I dropped out of school in my senior year, and much to my mother's disgust, I head for the city; that is where I met Jackson. He climbed his way to the top in his mafia world, and circumstances lead me into what I do today. Since the incident, I have not been

“Will you tell me what the hell Trish told you that's got you spilling this shit?” He rolled his eyes. “How many times will I tell you that it's got nothing to do with her or her words, and everything to do with our child.” I sucked in a frustrated breath. “If you actually cared about him then you won't be making these dumb suggestions, okay? Trish has always been a fucking shit whose life has revolved only around money and power. Nothing else. “That is not a woman I would allow to infect my three year old son, Richard. Get that into your fucking brain.”

Lianna locked her eyebrows and said softly, "His name is Hash Lucas and he’s my classmate from college. His father, Charles Lucas, is one of the top management at the Grand Express Corp and he’s also very close to Jared Xavier..." "Charles Lucas? Is he related to Chase Lucas?" "Yes, they’re cousins." "So, Hash Lucas' identity is quite remarkable. The son of Grand Express Corp’s top management Charles Lucas and nephew of street boss Chase Lucas. That means he’s involved in both circles?" Hash puffed up his chest proudly and said to Alex in an imperious manner, "Are you afraid now? Too bad you've missed the opportunity I gave you! If you know what's good for you, hurry up and apologize to me,

He needed to find a way to confirm her story. He smiled as his thoughts drifted to his son. The boy must really be “Jobless” for him to leave his own company matters and accompany someone else to do business. He wished his son could just have investment ideas like Anita seemed to have, he would just make his own billions in a few years. But his son wanted to become a lawyer, he was even studying law in his last college at Birmingham before he withdrew after suspecting that he had begun to move with bad guys. He picked his phone and dialed a number as another thought flashed across his mind. He bit his lips, waiting for the call to be answered.

"A custody lawyer. The best in the country. Not the second best. Not the top five. The best. I want a name and a meeting by noon." Silence on the other end. A long one. "Sir‚ did you say custody?" "What did you hear?" "Custody lawyer. The best. By noon. I'm on it." I hung up and sat there for a moment. The engine was running and the air conditioning was humming and the leather seat was cool against my back and everything about this car was designed to make a man feel comfortable. I didn't feel comfortable. I had a son. A son who lived in a building with cracked walls and rusted railings. This place was too trashy for the heir to a multibillion-dollar company. I had to do something.

The staff, done with caution, moved in to throw me out. I broke free from their grip, my voice a low growl. "Back off. Don't touch me. I'm here with Jim Lawrence, the billionaire. He's my dad!" Laughter rippled through the onlookers. Henry, smirking, could not resist a jab. "The billionaire's son? That's a Branford University grad who's practically running the Lawrence empire after just two years back home.

"You don't even have a chance to afford it even if you've worked hard in your lifetime!" "You bastard!" When the guy recognized Jate. "Oh, it's you! The fucking live in son in law!" The guy said. Jate clenched his fist and hold his anger. He was the eldest brother of Denisse Winston, John Winston. "You piece of trash!, And a live-in son in law!" "Hahah hah haha ha...." All the passerby nearby were laughing. Jate ignored him and get on his ebike and leave immediately. But suddenly John kicked his ebike and rolled over.