Rags to Riches: Rise Of The Abused Son In-Law

Chapter 0001

“You wretched son of a bitch! What do you think you’re doing?! ARE YOU BLIND?!” Larl sneered at me, his eyes burning with dangerous fire.

I've done it. I really have.

“Do you know how expensive this shoe is?” He yelled, raising his hand and before I could speak or find a way to defend myself, his hand landed on my cheek.

The pain rippled through me, my cheeks burned so hot and the slap was so hard that I could see flickers of light flash right before my eyes.

I had mistakenly stepped on Larl’s expensive shoes and that was because I was too busy trying to attend to everyone in the house and got blindsided.

Almost everyone in the Nelson family, including Larl, always took any open opportunity to insult and bully me, reminding me that I was worth nothing.

They wasted no time in letting me know that I was just the substitute son in-law who could pass for a trash bag and it wasn’t their fault.

I was really nothing to them, I might be the son in-law of the family but only the family knows about me and to outsiders, I was a houseboy.

“I’m sorry, Larl,” I apologized as quickly as I could as I took a step away from Larl who was already brimming hot with anger.

His eyes were red and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that the little mistake I’d made was going to cost me a lot.

I swallowed down hard on the bile that had formed on my throat and proceeded to explain myself even though I knew it was going to be a waste of time.

I was going to get punished either way.

“I wasn’t looking and—” SLAP! The loud sound of another slap filled the room and I staggered, I didn’t even get the opportunity to finish my apology.

“Of course you weren’t looking, you this poor soul and useless piece of trash!” Larl spat as he pulled me with the collar of his shirt.

His words stung like a sharp edged dagger and the way his fist tightened around my collar, restricted my airflow, causing me to have difficulty breathing.

“I spent over two thousand dollars on these new designer shoes and you, this peasant, just stepped on it like it was the kind of shoes that should be disrespected!” He snarled.

I could tell that he wasn’t going to let it go, his teeth gritted, his brows furrowed and emphasized his anger as he clenched his fist before pushing it into my stomach.

My stomach curled and I spat out a tiny bit of blood as my eyes rolled and my vision blurred. The impact of Larl’s punch had caused my knees to go weak and just when I was about to hit the ground, Larl picked me up again like I weighed nothing..

“This is unforgivable!” Larl sneered as he released me, causing me to fall to the ground as he began kicking me on the ground until I was covered with dirt and my own blood.

“You think a little apology is going to clean off the scuff you’ve caused on my shoes?!” He yelled and I couldn’t say anything as pain rippled through him.

I’d gotten used to this treatment from my wife’s family, they all treated me like O amounted to nothing just because I was raised in an orphanage and I’m a househusband.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Larl.” I apologized desperately, I knew that I needed to suck up to them or I wouldn’t get my allowance, one I desperately need for an important cause.

“Sorry won’t cut it!” Larl snapped, his anger obvious in his voice. His breath was heavy as he stared at his expensive shoes.

“Lick the stain off.” He ordered through gritted teeth and my eyes widened and I couldn't believe what he had just heard.

He wants me to lick the stain off his shoe?

“W— What?” I asked in disbelief, hoping that I’d probably heard him wrong and Larl hadn’t really demanded that I licked the stain off his shoes.

“You heard me, trash! Why are you acting like you didn’t?” Larl spat on me as he pressed his shoe to my face, “LICK THE DAMN STAIN OFF MY SHOE!” He sneered.

My eyes darted around the large room and despite knowing that I had no supporters, a part of me hoped that someone was going to tell Larl that he was being unreasonable.

“I— I can’t lick off your shoe, Larl.” I said, rejecting the order but that only brought me doom, bringing me an even worse result.

Larl kicked me even more, multiple times on my stomach and as he picked me up again, he punched me on the face so hard that it didn’t take long for my face to get swollen.

My nose broke and my face was covered in blood, I clenched my fist in rage, I wanted to fight back but there was no way I could do that against Larl because of how incredibly strong Larl was.

Wincing, I took all of Larl’s punch and when he let go of me again, I took more of his deadly kick while I laid helplessly on the ground.

“THIS PIECE OF SHIT IS NOT HAVING DINNER WITH US TONIGHT!” Larl declared and everyone immediately agreed with him.

My stomach growled in hunger, I needed to eat something because I’d been working so hard since morning but disobeying Larl would only make things worse.

I was forbidden from having dinner with the family or having dinner at all and was even sent to my room like I was some sort of teenage boy.

I felt dejected as I stared at my swollen, bloodied face in the mirror. It hurts so much, the fact that I got married into the family that thinks I amount to nothing hurts a little.

I was also a little mad but more hurt that they all thought he could never become a better man than I am now, they thought I couldn’t amount to nothing and treated me like I was garbage.

The only reason I remained in the Nelson’s house was because the Nelson family offered money for my benefactor, Mrs. Winkle.

Mrs Winkle is the owner of the orphanage that I grew up in and she showered me with so much love, she treated me with care and that was why I decided to look past the Nelson’s family's horrible treatment.

Sighing, I laid on my bed with my eyes closed and hunger hitting me so hard that I could barely bring myself to sleep.

The sound of my door suddenly opening caused my eyes to fly open at once and I looked to see who it was.

I was startled, shock running through me because usually no one would usually enter my room this late at night, I was mostly always alone.

Who could it be?

I’ve been married to my wife for three years and despite that, we have never slept together in the same room because Jenna thought I was disgusting, she said it to my face too.

“Who is it?” I asked, squinting in the dimly lit room to look at the figure that was now approaching my bed, my skin crawled but I remained calm as I watched.

The person didn’t say anything but it didn’t take long for me to feel a soft body fall on me, she belched and her breath was heavy with alcohol.

I could smell that she was drunk already and I tried to move up a little to give her space but she pulled me back into herself and that was when I saw her.

It was Jenna, my wife of three years.

I was further surprised and caught off guard when Jenna started taking her clothes off until she wasn’t wearing anything anymore.

She stood in front of me and I swallowed as I took in her naked body, her perky boobs and slender waist called out to me and just when I tried to control myself, to put my urges on a leash…

…. She kissed me and I was stunned, my mouth dropped open as Jenna took the initiative, kissing me until I couldn’t help but start kissing her back.

I felt hard already, my rod throbbed and excitement washed over me as Jenna started pulling off my clothes with so much urgency.

I couldn’t believe what was going on, I’d thought it was a dream as Jenna and I had sex until we both came breathlessly.

Laying on the bed right beside Jenna, I let out a sigh as my eyes remained wide open and with nothing else to do, I stared at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened.

Jenna and I just had sex!

Shaking my head, I pushed the roaming thoughts out of my head and just when I turned over to hug her, I heard her mutter another man’s name blissfully.

“Simon.”