The Scorned Son In-Law.

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ly towards the bed, raising her right leg, she kicked Damon, who was cocooned in the blankets,

his face scrunched up in pain. "Shut up." Vanessa shouted furiously, making Damon flinch slightly

s mouth to talk, but he couldn't form any words, he was guilty. Knowing taking the apple j

dly, wicked thoughts running through her head. "But I didn't take it all." Damon tried to defen

t take it all, you say?" Vanessa couldn't believe his guts. She hated him to the bones. He

hat she was to marry him, because her family needed money at that time. But she regrets her

rything that Damon wasn't. "Your family is visiting today and I made that apple juice personally

about his family's coming. He thought he had finally escaped from them, he thought he had

ng angrily. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, his foster family was a nightmare to him

r.Damon was suddenly pushed forward, he hit his head on the bed's headboard. Damon winced in pain,

? Scum." Vanessa snarled at him, making Damon cower in fear. He had been a victim of cons

d to live with his wife, and love her, hoping to be loved in return but he couldn't see that happ

ng for you." Vanessa said finally, glaring at him, wickedly. She walked towards the door, shaking h

walking out, banging the door, loudly. Damon slumped to the cold floor, his face paled due

life with his foster family, flashed before his eyes. He had just got back from school, ha

is result. "Dad, mum, how are you?" Damon rushed into the large living room, happily skipping

anished from his face, when he saw the blackened face of his foster mother and the express

s shocked and surprised at her actions. "Go into your room and don't come out, until I t

the hate directed towards him. He ran to his room, sadly and locked the door behind h

Paris. He had read hard, past his limits, he wanted to go to Paris and visit the Eiffel t

brilliant son would be visiting Paris, soon. Seeing how his son read really hard. They

ust drop dead and he would take the opportunity. The trip to Paris was in a week's

. Vintage's eyes widened, 'How come I didn't think of that?' He thought to himself. "That co

ack to your room." Mr Shawn ordered. Vintage walked out of the living room, to his room. H

doing?" He asked sternly, he wanted his son to go to Paris, but not at the expense o

d cunningly. Mr Shawn scrunched his eyebrows at his wicked wife, he was considering wha

is wife's words and actions. "We will lock him up, he wouldn't be able to sne

f them couldn't see Damon who was behind the huge kitchen door, watching them and listening to

rd their conversation. He quickly hid behind the door to the kitchen, listening attentivel

ll continue to pay. He was locked up in his room for a week. He was fed once in t

g to look at his foster parents. He was told, that Vintage had gone to Paris in his s