The Scorned Son In-Law.

CHAPTER 1: LOCKED UP.

Vanessa stormed into the dimly lit and cramped up room, huffing and puffing. She rushed furiously towards the bed, raising her right leg, she kicked Damon, who was cocooned in the blankets, snoring loudly. She kicked with so much force and anger, Damon fell to the ground, on his butt.

"What was that for?" Damon asked timidly, not daring to raise his voice. He rubbed his butt with his face scrunched up in pain. "Shut up." Vanessa shouted furiously, making Damon flinch slightly. "Did you take the apple juice I made?" Vanessa asked, waiting for the answer she knew already.

She was already thinking on how she was going to deal with him, real hard. Damon opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn't form any words, he was guilty. Knowing taking the apple juice had consequences but he couldn't resist the temptation when he saw it in the fridge.

He had always loved apple juice since he was little. "You took it, right?" Vanessa smiled wickedly, wicked thoughts running through her head. "But I didn't take it all." Damon tried to defend himself, but his meek and timid voice betrayed him, it sounded weak, since he eaten that day.

"That apple juice wasn't for a scum like you." Vanessa said with an angry face, "You didn't take it all, you say?" Vanessa couldn't believe his guts. She hated him to the bones. He only had an handsome face and nothing else, she couldn't believe she agreed to marry him.

Vanessa was initially attracted to Damon, because of his face, thinking that it wasn't bad that she was to marry him, because her family needed money at that time. But she regrets her decision now, after realizing that he is a fool. He couldn't even muster courage to touch her.

Vanessa met his foster brother afterwards, and her mouth watered at the sight she saw. He was everything that Damon wasn't. "Your family is visiting today and I made that apple juice personally for them." Vanessa continued to shout at him, rudely, even though the apple juice was for Vintage.

She couldn't say that out to him. Damon's eyes widened in surprise and horror when he heard about his family's coming. He thought he had finally escaped from them, he thought he had left their wicked clutches. He had only been married for a month, and they are here already.

'Why were they coming?' He asked himself, completely ignoring Vanessa who was still shouting angrily. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, his foster family was a nightmare to him. He was grateful that they had brought him up and paid all his bills since he was a child.

He couldn't stand their constant bullying and scorn towards him, especially from his foster brother.Damon was suddenly pushed forward, he hit his head on the bed's headboard. Damon winced in pain, he touched his head and felt a warm liquid on his head. He was bleeding, his eyes widened slightly.

He turned to see Vanessa behind him. She has pushed him, but why?. "You dare to ignore me? Scum." Vanessa snarled at him, making Damon cower in fear. He had been a victim of constant bullying and abuse and he knew when someone hated him, just like Vanessa hates him.

He couldn't stand up for himself, his self-esteem and confidence were non-existent. He just wanted to live with his wife, and love her, hoping to be loved in return but he couldn't see that happening now. Vanessa grinned wickedly, when she noticed that he was bleeding, his blood, excited her.

"You are not allowed to treat that." She declared, "Now go downstairs, there is a lot of work waiting for you." Vanessa said finally, glaring at him, wickedly. She walked towards the door, shaking her hips seductively, she wasn't trying to seduce Damon, but she was naturally seductive and sultry.

"Two minutes. I want to see you downstairs." She said seriously, before opening the door and walking out, banging the door, loudly. Damon slumped to the cold floor, his face paled due to fear. 'What did I get into?' He thought. He thought he would be free after getting married.

He thought marriage was a fairy tale, but he only jumped from one hell to another hell. His life with his foster family, flashed before his eyes. He had just got back from school, happily walking inside the house, wanting to show his excellent result, to his foster parents.

He had come out top in his class, he hadn't seen Vintage after school, he didn't know about his result. "Dad, mum, how are you?" Damon rushed into the large living room, happily skipping towards them. He proudly brought out his result, and showed it to them, proudly and happily.

At least waiting for a pat on the head. But he got something different, his smile slowly vanished from his face, when he saw the blackened face of his foster mother and the expressionless face of his foster father. His foster mother raised her leg, kicked him on his calf.

Damon fell to the ground. His eyes widened in shock. "What's wrong mum?" He asked, he was shocked and surprised at her actions. "Go into your room and don't come out, until I tell you to." Mrs Shawn ordered. Damon stood up to his feet and scurried towards his room.

He met Vintage on the way, he tried to talk to him but he cowered in fear, when he saw the hate directed towards him. He ran to his room, sadly and locked the door behind him. Vintage walked, numbly, towards his parents in the living room, his head hung low.

The just concluded session's results, will determine who will go on an educational trip to Paris. He had read hard, past his limits, he wanted to go to Paris and visit the Eiffel tower, but Damon had snatched that chance from him and he had come second to 'timid' Damon.

"Is he going to Paris?" Mr Shawn asked his son. He had bragged to his friends that his brilliant son would be visiting Paris, soon. Seeing how his son read really hard. They were just a middle class family, and his son going to Paris was something to brag about.

"Yes dad." Vintage said in a low voice, his head hung low. He wished Damon could just drop dead and he would take the opportunity. The trip to Paris was in a week's time, he wished he could do something fast, but he didn't know what to do, at all.

"What if he doesn't show up?" Mrs Shawn asked suddenly, she had a wicked thought in her head. Vintage's eyes widened, 'How come I didn't think of that?' He thought to himself. "That could work, mum." He said, trying to hide his excitement. "When is the trip?" Mrs Shawn asked.

"In a week's time." Vintage replied hurriedly. He was extremely joyful in his heart. "Go back to your room." Mr Shawn ordered. Vintage walked out of the living room, to his room. He passed by Damon's door and glared at it, wanting to go inside and strangle him to death.

Back in the living room, Mr Shawn, turned towards his wife, "What do you think you're doing?" He asked sternly, he wanted his son to go to Paris, but not at the expense of someone else. "I'm doing this for our son, relax. He should be grateful, we fed him."

"We clothed him, he should be able to give up his chance to go to Paris." Mrs Shawn said cunningly. Mr Shawn scrunched his eyebrows at his wicked wife, he was considering what she said. It wasn't like they cheated him, he should pay back, what they had given him.

"So what do you want to do?" Mr Shawn asked his wife, finally consenting to his wife's words and actions. "We will lock him up, he wouldn't be able to sneak out." Mrs Shawn said, wickedly. Mr Shawn shook his head at his wife's words.

He didn't know his wife was this wicked and cunning. He decided to just watch the show. Both of them couldn't see Damon who was behind the huge kitchen door, watching them and listening to their words. He had come out of his room, not long after he entered, following after Vintage.

Before he could summon the courage to beg them and tell them he was going to Paris, he heard their conversation. He quickly hid behind the door to the kitchen, listening attentively. He slumped to the ground, when everyone had quietened down. He walked back to his room.

Damon decided that he would pay back everything he owed, not knowing he would still continue to pay. He was locked up in his room for a week. He was fed once in two days, in order to weaken him, so that he wouldn't have the energy to sneak out.

When he came out after a week's time, he was a shadow of his cheerful self, not daring to look at his foster parents. He was told, that Vintage had gone to Paris in his stead, since they told his homeroom teacher that he was sick and wouldn't be available.

CHAPTER 2: HE WANTED TO KILL ME.

Damon jolted in fear, when the door was banged open. Vanessa's rushed to him and kicked him fiercely. "I have been downstairs, waiting for you for over thirty minutes, you fool." She snarled loudly. Damon's eyes widened, he had been sitting here and reminiscing about the past for thirty minutes.

Vanessa had told him to come down in two minutes, he wondered what she would do to him now. He tried to stand up, but his head felt heavy, he was dizzy and he fell back to the ground. "Stand up, swine." Vanessa shouted, seeing that he wasn't standing up.

His family had arrived already, and she still had a lot to prepare. "I can't." Damon replied with a weak voice, he had a bad headache, due to the huge, open and red bump on his head. He had stopped bleeding, but it was still very painful and also swollen.

"Oh, you can't? Then I will help you." Vanessa said wickedly, and proceeded to lift his left leg, holding unto it tightly, she dragged him on the floor, towards the door. Damon was astonished at what she was doing, but he couldn't summon up strength to take back his leg.

He hadn't eaten for a whole day, he was constantly starved by his wife, he had also bled a while ago, he felt helpless. Vanessa continued to drag him on the floor, she dragged him down the stairs, across the hallway, and the living room, where his family was seated.

She didn't even think of giving him face. Damon's foster family saw what was going on, but they turned a blind eye, they had finally gotten rid of him, they wouldn't be here today, if not because of their son, Vintage. Vanessa's parents, watched wide eyed, as Vanessa dragged Damon.

They felt fear, thinking that Damon's foster parents were going to protest against them, but they didn't receive any words of protest towards what was happening. If they had protested, and attempted to take their son back, they didn't have the money to pay their debt, the money was huge.

They had married off their daughter, due to the huge amount of debt they owed the Shawn family, and their foster son, still had to live with them. Were they marrying off their daughter or was Damon married off to them? They looked at Vintage who was sitting, highly proud.

Vintage was beside the Shawn couple and couldn't help but fill bitter in their hearts. 'Why had their daughter married that fool?' They were glad that the Shawn couple, weren't concerned about Damon, if it was that way, they could get rid of him, after a few months or weeks.

Their daughter deserved someone better, like Vintage. "What brings you here?" Mr Morgan, Vanessa's father, turned towards Mr Shawn, trying to act amiable.

Mr Shawn cleared his throat, "Vintage is attending the University close by, as a graduate student." Mr Shawn, paused, trying to gauge their reaction. He saw that there was no change in their expression and they were waiting for him to continue, "He would like to stay here, since it's closer."

He forced words out of his mouth. He didn't support Vintage staying here, he could easily rent an apartment but Vintage had insisted. Mr Morgan's eyes widened, he was furious in his heart. It wasn't enough that Damon was staying under his roof, he still had to take in Vintage?

But he couldn't voice out his concerns, instead he put on an amiable smile, "Of course, he can. He is always welcome." Mr Morgan hurriedly replied. Vintage looked at him and smiled wickedly, he knew that he wasn't so generous, "Don't worry, Mr. Morgan, you won't regret taking me in."

He said with a knowing smile. He could easily get an apartment, because he was doing well for himself now, he had a job in Sandro Corps, a job a lot of people would die for. He was futhering his education, because he wanted a promotion, for a pay raise.

He couldn't bribe his way to promotion, in Sandro Corps, due to it's strict regulations. He had seen Vanessa's once, during the small wedding ceremony that was organized for the new couple, and he was envious of his foster brother. Vanessa was naturally beautiful and take her away from Damon.

Mr Morgan, looked at Vintage and felt he was up to something good, 'Maybe taking in him, wouldn't be bad.' He thought to himself. He turned to his wife, whose face was scrunched up, "Go check on Vanessa." He ordered. Mrs Morgan stood up grudgingly, and walked to the kitchen.

She didn't like the idea of Vintage staying here. They had to feed Damon, and now they still had to feed Vintage. She halted in her steps, when she heard what Vintage said.

"I'm giving you $10,000. Just use it for anything." Vintage declared proudly, he looked up to see Mrs Morgan, walking towards him. She clasped his hands and thanked him gratifyingly. He relished in the attention he was getting from them, something Damon couldn't get. Vintage patted her hands, slightly disgusted.

Mrs Morgan happily walked towards the kitchen and exchanged a glance with her husband, $10,000 dollars was a lot. She ignored the blackened faces of the Shawn couple, they were not happy, that their son would give out that much money, but they couldn't say anything, it was Vintage's choice.

Mrs Morgan walked into the kitchen, and was shocked at the sight she saw. Vanessa was dipping Damon's head, forcefully, into a big bowl of water. He couldn't breath and he was struggling to be free, but Vanessa had a tight grip on him. Mrs. Morgan, rushed to her daughter.

"What are you doing?" She said in a low voice, not wanting to shout, so as not to raise any suspicion from Damon's parents. Vanessa released her grip on Damon and he fell with a loud thud. His face was red and he struggled to breath, taking in oxygen greedily.

"He wanted to kill me." Vanessa lied with a straight face. She told him to cut carrots and onions but he was just shaking and he couldn't do anything. Out of anger, she dipped his head in a bowl filled with water. She wanted to gratify his offense and punishment.

Mrs Morgan's face turned red from anger. She rushed towards the kitchen sink and took the bowl, filled with water. She angrily poured it on Damon, the water was chillingly cold. It was cold in New York, the cold water made him shiver uncontrollably, he was only wearing thin pyjamas.

Damon shivered uncontrollably, strength was continually seeping out from his body, he wanted to talk, he wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't form to right words. He remembered he was in this marriage because his foster parents had asked him to pay them back for sending him to college.

"Get out." Mrs Morgan snarled at him, kicking him in the belly. She couldn't believe that he is a 25 year old man, he had no backbone and the sight of him disgusts her. Damon crawled on the floor, with his wet body and clothes, supporting himself, with the wall.

Walking slowly and timidly, out of the kitchen. His clothes, dripping with water unto the ground. Water trailed behind him, his black hair clung to his head and he looked like a foolish clown. He walked into the living room, he saw his foster parents, excitedly chatting with Mr Morgan.

Somewhere in his heart, he yearned for their care, he had grown to love them. He longed for them to ask him why he was wet, he longed for them to ask him why he had a bump on his head, to ask him why he couldn't treat his wound.

He turned to the side to see his foster brother, looking back at him, waving, with a wicked smile, that smile sent shivers down his spine. Damon had always seen his foster brother as his closest friend, until that day he brought his excellent result home, everything started to change.

His foster brother would do everything and anything to take what he had. Vintage schemed and lied against him, making Damon's friends in school, leave him and he was left all alone. Damon looked back, hopefully, at his foster parents, and they only looked at him with scorn and hatred.

He waited for them to talk to him, but they looked away. He looked towards his father-in-law, but he only looked back at him with pity and something else in his eyes - disgust? Damon hung his head low and walked towards the room he shared with his wife, Vanessa.

Mr Morgan looked at the retreating back of his son-in-law, he decision to get rid of him later on, strengthened. He had observed the Shawn family's treatment towards Damon, and he knew they didn't care about him, one bit. He turned around to continue his chat with the Shawn couple.

CHAPTER 3: NO PLACE AT THE TABLE.

Damon walked into the room, shivering. He slumped on the ground, curling up into a ball. His face, weary and his lips, pale. He was burning up. His stomach churning due to hunger. He dragged himself towards the bed, supporting himself with the bedside drawer, he laid on the bed.

Hot tears, streamed out of his beautiful but lifeless eyes. His figure looked lonely. The bedspread, was soaked in his tears and water from the wet clothes. Thirty minutes passed, but he was still curled up on the bed, shivering. Not aware of time, Damon, slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Back in the living room, Vanessa walked out of the kitchen, shaking her waist seductively. She was naturally seductive, but she added more efforts to shaking her waist and voluptuous ass. She wanted to give Vintage, a view of what he was missing. Vanessa walked up to Vintage, smiling sheepishly.

Standing beside Vintage, she greeted his parents, trying to suck up to them, "Aunt, Uncle, it's been a while. How have you been?" She remembered she didn't acknowledge them, earlier, when she dragged Damon towards the kitchen. 'What would they think of her now?' She thought fearfully, in her head.

Mrs. Shawn, smiled back in return, but she thought disdainfully in her heart, already seeing through her actions. 'Hmmph, what is she trying to do? She is not even good for Vintage.' Breaking out of her thoughts, "Yes my girl, we have been okay." She said, trying to sound meek.

Mrs. Shawn continued to observe Vanessa, 'She is not so bad, Vintage can just take her away from Damon and dump her later.' She longed to see everything taken away from Damon. After locking him up, years ago, the incident fueled her desire to take whatever she wanted from him.

Mr. Shawn just looked at Vanessa, smiling back at her. Not bothering to answer her questions. He didn't hold the Morgan's family in high regard, they were like dust, even to his middle class family. He had seen through Vanessa's actions, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Vanessa dear, bring out the dishes." Mrs. Morgan ordered Vanessa, while walking out of the kitchen. She walked towards the Shawn family, wanting to invite them to the small dining table just outside the kitchen. The dining table, was recently added, when they heard news of the Shawn's family's visit.

Mr. Shawn and his wife, nodded at Mrs. Morgan, standing up to their feet, they looked around the house in undisguised disdain. They walked towards the small dining, scrunched their eyebrows at the small spread of food. They sat down to grudgingly to see Vintage, walking in to the kitchen.

"Where are you going to, Vintage?" Mrs. Shawn, asked, a little too loud. She felt like Vintage will get bitten by a bug in the kitchen. His smooth skin, was too delicate for the cramped up, soot and smoke covered kitchen. "Do you want to choke?" Mrs. Shawn, said exasperatedly.

"Oh, mum. I want to help Vanessa in the kitchen." Vintage smiled back at this mum, giving her a pointed look, with his eyes, to shut her up. He loved his mum, but he couldn't tolerate her nagging towards him. Not that he really wanted to help the seductive Vanessa.

Yes, 'seductive', that is what he thought of her. He wanted to have a feel of that ass she was shaking wildly. He walked in to the kitchen, to see her standing by the shabby kitchen platform, a quickie wasn't even possible there. Vintage smiled wickedly, walking stealthily towards her.

His presence wasn't concealed to Vanessa, knowing someone was walking behind her. It couldn't be her mum or dad, why would they walk silently, in their house?. Her lips curled into a smile, pushing her ass backwards, her chest, forward, a little, she made a guess that it was Vintage.

Vintage was surprised when he noticed her subtle actions. 'Wow, that ass looks so big and supple. I wonder how it will feel in my hands. Does she know I'm here? Maybe she is attracted to me." He thought, smugly. He moved very close, putting his hands on her ass.

Vintage had expected her to slap away his hands, but she acted like she wasn't aware of his hands on her ass. Vintage raised his eyebrows at her, 'I didn't know she was so easy. That's good though.' Feeling very brave, he groped her ass lightly, and she squealed lightly.

Vanessa decided to stop acting oblivious to his actions, "Oh, Vintage, you're here." She said sheepishly, her low voice, dripping with unconcealed lust. She pushed her soft and supple ass, into his hands, making him feel how soft it was. "Do you like it?" She asked, in a seductive voice.

Vanessa wasn't bothered about concealing her intentions towards Vintage. Even if he didn't make a move on her, she had decided to seduce him. She was happy that she wouldn't make extra efforts to get him into her bed. Feeling proud of her body, she rubbed herself against his thighs.

"I love it, very much." Vintage replied to her question, about her ass. He enjoyed her rubbing against his thighs, but he wanted her elsewhere. Their parents are already seated, waiting for them, it wasn't time to reveal his intentions towards Vanessa. Tapping her ass, he separated himself from her.

"I'll be here for a long time. Would you like to have some fun?" He said to her, suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. He wanted to make the most of his time, here at Morgan family's house. He also didn't intend to keep their future 'relationship' from Damon or Vanessa's parents.

"Oh, yes. I like to have fun." Vanessa replied, touching and rubbing his chest, seductively. See clearly knew the kind of fun, he was talking about. She didn't mind cheating on the foolish Damon. Even though he is foolish, she didn't mind him touching her, but he was too timid.

"Let's go back quickly." Vintage ordered, his voice suddenly hardened, snapping out of his lustful trance. He casually grabbed a tray of food, carrying it outside the kitchen. He met his mother's angry glares and questioning through her eyes. He knew he had taken too much time in the kitchen.

Ignoring his mother, he sat down beside her, sitting on her right. She was sitting close to his father, who was sitting at one head of the table. Mr. Morgan was sitting at the opposite head of the table, his wife, sitting beside him. There was just one chair left.

Vintage noticed there was just one chair left, obviously for Vanessa, smiled wickedly. 'Damon doesn't even have a place at the table.' He was obsessed with seeing Damon suffer, he felt delighted in his heart and suddenly pecked his mother on her cheeks. His actions surprised Mrs. Shawn, she blushed.

Vanessa walked out of the kitchen, witnessing the exchange between mother and son, she couldn't help but feel jealous. 'Those lips should only kiss me.' She thought. Placing the trays of food in her hands, on the table, she noticed the sitting arrangement, and she felt sour in her heart.

She didn't feel sour because Damon had no place at the table, she felt sour because she couldn't sit beside Vintage, his mother was sitting beside him. She also couldn't sit across him, because her mother was already sitting across him. Vanessa moved towards her mother and pushed her lightly.

Mrs. Morgan got her daughter's hint, she had noticed Vanessa's subtle actions towards Vintage and she gave her silent support to her. After all, they weren't blood brothers, so nothing could go wrong. She was only wary of Mrs. Shawn's bad mouth, bad attitude and bad thoughts towards her daughter.

She had noticed Mrs. Shawn disdainful eyes, directed at Vanessa. Being a mature woman after all, she could read and know another woman's thoughts. Hurriedly moving to the empty chair beside her, sitting down cheerfully. She gave her husband a plain look, when he directed his questioning gaze at her.

Vanessa smiled in heart, maintaining a plain look on her face. She was secretly proud of her mother, who was able to read her thoughts. She was baffled about Vintage's change voice towards her. His voice suddenly hardened and the love in his eyes vanished, or was it - lust?

Deciding to clear her thoughts about his attitude, 'Maybe it's just my imagination.' She proceeded to serve the dishes. Everyone else at the table was surprised at what she did. She served Vintage first, ignoring her parents and the Shawn couple. Vanessa wasn't bothered one bit about their suprised expressions.

She knew how to pacify her parents later. Her mother could help, if her father proved stubborn. She didn't bother sucking up to the Shawn couple, she had noticed their disdainful glances towards her, knowing they couldn't help her win over Shawn completely, knowing she didn't have his heart yet.