The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 109.

Ander clenched his fists tightly due to anger. His nails cut into the flesh of his palms, making them bleed a little. Tears crystallized in his eyes, wanting to escape, but he somehow managed to hold back the urge to cry.

He was trembling with rage at the feeling of helplessness that engulfed him. He couldn't do anything as his brothers sailed away on that boat, mocking him and calling him a bastard. It was the greatest humiliation he had ever experienced, and it was also a very clear indicator that they would never accept him as part of the family.

It didn't matter that Joseph had given him his last name before he died. Ander would never be a Stanton. There was still too much goodness in his heart, and to belong to that family, one had to be heartless and ruthless. Even Curtis had been losing his good side and had been doing deplorable things.

"I promise you, they will pay for this," Ander vowed, even though no one could hear him, and he was completely alone.

Now he just had to worry