The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

"In a shocking development, cosmetics mogul Vivian Hayes' ex-husband Tristan Levine was revealed to be completely homeless and penniless after their divorce just last week." I gripped the arms of my chair until my knuckles whitened. This wasn't part of the plan. Mother promised she would handle the PR tidily and quietly. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Margot threw her head back and cackled. "Wow, so he really was just a total gold-digging leech, huh? Guess you couldn't ditch that dead weight fast enough!" I forced a weak, awkward chuckle. "Ha, yeah...he was really holding me back there at the end."

“I am looking for Noah.” His jaw clenched so tight I could practically hear it crack. “And I am looking for a son who isn't a disgrace," he snapped. "Guess neither of us are getting what we want." "Maybe if you'd been a decent father..." Easton slowly rose from his chair, the scraping noise of his chair against the floor cutting me off, and then he stepped around the desk like he wanted to rip me apart. "You think you can just waltz in here, into my house and lecture me about fatherhood? You? Some trailer park white trash who has been leeching off scholarships his whole pathetic life?"

" you are lucky that Logan didn't hire me as his lawyer because he had one of the best lawyers ever and he is an international lawyer and he is also the bane of my existence because he has won every case that I have ever had where client is concerned and I don't like losing but as your lawyer I could advise you to talk with your life and talk it over and ask her if it was possible for her to give you her half of those years that she owns because she does on something because she is married to you." "understand what you're telling me because I own 50% and my sister all 50% my percentage yesterday I did so the 25% goes to Cassie because she is married to me obviously than the 20% goes to my da

“Then I can no longer guarantee that certain influential people won’t begin taking a much closer look at Miss Reyes’ financial aid.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You are a monster.” I spat out disgustingly. “No.” He picked up his whiskey once more. “I’m a lawyer.” He took another measured sip. “And you are my son.” His gaze hardened. “It’s time you stopped chasing childish dreams and started becoming the man you were raised to be.” I didn't pick up the folder. I didn't say another word. I just shook my head, turned around and walked out. My footsteps echoing down the hallway as my vision blurred at the edges.

“Trash in a fancy dress. My son’s standards have fallen.” My face burned, my hands shaking. “I’m not trash,” I shot back, standing up, my chair scraping loud against the floor. “You don’t know me.” Wilson laughed, a cruel sound that made my skin crawl. “I know enough. You’re a street rat who tricked her way into my family. You’ll never be one of us.” I opened my mouth, ready to tear into him, my blood boiling. “I didn’t trick anyone,” I said, my voice loud, trembling. “Your son dragged me here. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with him.”

“I’m his son-in-law, soon to be ex.” The female employee reacted with difficulty as she tried to digest Marcel’s words, but she went inside Herman’s room to inform him of her son-in-law’s arrival. “How could he not know that you’re the son-in-law of his boss?” Aldi whispered in surprise. “You shouldn’t be surprised,” Marcel said in a low whisper. “My parents were hoping I would get a good career path.” Aldi glanced around. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a small company, you have dozens of companies ....”

I called my son's name moving to him and stood beside him to sneak inside the car that empty passenger seat is now wet in soft drink and some chips were sticking to the seat and trash cans, bottles and plastic wrappers are ideally laying on the seat and down on the floor. " What happened sweety? " I asked my son kneeling before him not looking at the person inside the car who was grunting in anger and cursing under his breath. " Mommy, I saw this uncle throwing trash out from his car on the footpath which is wrong because he was dirtying my playground. And my teacher has taught me to always put the trash inside the dustbin, seems like his didn't teach him. So, I give back his trash to him "

The basket in my hand is heavy, so I place it on the floor before ransacking my bag for Vincent’s card, but I cannot see my wallet. “Oh no! I changed bags and forgot Vincent's card on the bed-” “How useless are you? Have you forgotten that I am sick? You think I want to waste my time out of bed like this?” “of course not, I- I was conf-” “I- I- I- enough of your cheap excuses; I don’t even know what my son saw in you, God! He should have married that lawyer on Eleventh Street, Jodi or even that colleague of his, Natasha Forrest.”

Jason questioned. "So just because my son took an interest in your trash, suddenly, she is important?" Mrs Haward asked. "Mum, please don't call her that. How would you feel if Mirenda told you her husband's brother tried to rape her?" Jason asked, trying to keep his anger under control. "Jason, you can't compare human beings to trash," Mrs Haward replied.