Vengeful Son In Law Novels & Stories

"Your son is fraudster. Your son is not to be trusted not my daughter. He is a worthless man." "My son is not a fraudster. Your daughter is the one you scolded because she got pregnant by another man. Now she is going to mess with my son? She is worthless to be a woman." Their voices arises. Anger was burning in their eyes. They hates each other as they could. It's all my fault I'm the reason why they fighting. They are right. I'm so worthless. "Enough! I didn't mean it! It's all my fault! I'm sorry!"

He looks at me and I smile at him in understanding. "I apologize to Charles and Elise for not giving you a chance to be my in-laws." My parents nod at him. "Dad, I apologize for not being a better son." "You're my son Sebastian." When he gives a long pause and looks like he won't say anything else, I kick his foot from underneath the table. "You're already my best." Anthony kicks my foot again underneath the table and raises his eyebrow at me when no one is looking. It's more of a push than a kick. I hide my laugh behind my hand. I get his message. He was going to say that even if I hadn't kicked his foot.

Melody watched him with a frosty glare. The first slap was for her father! Her father treated him like a real brother, but he only cared about the company assets! The second slap was for her mother! Her father was an innocent woman who knew little about the world, who lived life adored by her father! Yet he let her die in that car crash, all to satiate his selfish desires!’ The third slap was for her youngest uncle! Her youngest uncle was Grandpa’s favorite son, but he had been so young at that time. He had no interest in the company. But because of Benjamin’s greed, he delayed his treatment and caused his death!

Alex laughed then said to Charles Lucas, "Mr. Lucas, I just saw that you’re too busy to take care of your family, so I helped you to teach your son. It's not a big deal. Look at you. You've even brought so many people here to thank me! You’re making it too grand..." Charles' eyes darkened with anger. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses, then stared at Alex and said, "Kid, you're playing dumb, right? Then I'll be straightforward. You injured my son, so you must give me an explanation, and one that will satisfy me. Anyway, if you don’t settle this today, don’t even think about leaving!"

Leo who saw the wronged look in his wife look felt a pang of guilt. he calmly said to the old lady without any fear on his face: you can say that I am wrong without looking at any evidence but at least now you know that your granddaughter didn't achieve anything because your favorite son didn't even give her a chance to work in any major project. The old lady was very annoyed by the repeated rebuttal of this waste son in law but she looked at ava’s face and felt a little bit guilty.

"The cardiac transplant, the post-op, the 24-hour care. We can’t carry the debt anymore." Elena’s reflection in the glass looked like a ghost. At twenty-five, she should have been worrying about career ladders or bad dates. Instead, she was calculating the price of a life. Her father had walked out when she was five, leaving behind nothing but a mountain of bills and a daughter who learned too early that love didn’t put food on the table. When her friend, Sarah, called with the "opportunity," Elena hadn't even hesitated. "He’s old, Elena. And he’s... complicated. But he’s lonely. One night. That’s all he wants. He’ll pay enough to clear your mother’s ledger twice over."

Next to him… Vivian. The woman who had ruined my mother, who had worked her way into our family. Her burgundy gown spoke of wealth; her grin was sharp and poisonous. I gripped Lora’s hand. She won’t touch you. I won’t allow it. “Greetings, my beloved!” my father said warmly, shaking Lora’s hand. “At last! The lady who subdued my son. I had started to believe he’d stay single forever.” Lora smiled politely. “It’s a privilege to meet you, Mr. Grayson.”

I murmured, my voice trembling and barely audible against the charged atmosphere. Vance's gaze turned fiery, fixating on me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken and compelled me to step back instinctively. "My brother's unjust sentence—his entire fate—was orchestrated by Ian’s family," he spat, his words dripping with hatred and sorrow. "They’re the reason my wife, Davina, is dead, and I won’t let them get away with it.”

“He healed me and loved me, filling the parts I didn’t even know needed to be filled. We had seven children, five boys and two girls. He loved his girls, and it broke him when our youngest daughter died.” “Maxwell was not a man that spoke with his fists, but when he heard what had been happening to our daughter, my husband rained hell. He may have taken his revenge here, but in the end it destroyed him.” Martha stood with her empty cup and refilled it. “My husband was not a violent man- as in he had never killed anybody until that very day. My father-in-law hated his spineless behavior, and threatened to take my eldest son away from me when he got older so he could carry on the family name.”