this worthless son in law is a god of war

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

Mr. Rajendra Singh Chauhan got his darling granddaughter and the only heir of the Chouhan family, Krishika Chauhan, married to a lowly worker of his office knowing that Krishika will never be able to adjust in a middle class family. After all, what became such a compulsion due to which Rajendra Singh Chauhan had to get his granddaughter married to a lowly worker in his office.

As a martial arts genius, can he be despised, even his own wife can't protect? You can rest assured, I am a martial arts person, creating magic with one hand, bringing you to the peak of life. As long as you're by my side, no matter what you do, the sky will fall down, I'll let you up.

Synopsis - On the night when the young warrior Raen is born, strange things happen in the Free East: A prince dies and the great oracle of Tulga sends a mysterious prophecy. A long journey begins. Will the young Raen manage to take the fate of his people in hand against the dark power of the priests and councilors? Raen's journey takes him to the legendary city of Borgossa, where he is to be trained at the War Academy. There he meets the funny Manoen, a compatriot, and they become friends. But Manoen also keeps a dark secret. When Raen finds out, the terrible machinations of the priests of his country are revealed to him. Together with his friend he returns to Hy to overthrow the priestly caste. War is inevitable.

Wixon Foltajer was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Ngunit dahil sa labanang yaman ng kanyang mga magulang at ng angkang Monato ay napunta siya sa isang mahirap na mag-asawa. Sa paglipas ng panahon ay nakilala niya ang mayamang babae na si Umica Sares at sila ay nagpakasal. Kasal man ay lage naman siyang ininsulto at minamaliit ng mayayaman nitong kamag-anak. Hanggang sa siya ay biglang nawala dahilan upang inakala ng lahat na patay na siya. Lumipas ang mga taon at muli siyang nagbalik bilang isang makapangyarihan na tao. Isang walang kinatatakutan na lider ng kanilang makapangyarihang angkan, na nagtatago sa dati niyang mahirap na buhay noon.

After passing through the lowest point in his life, the trash son-in-law has risen. After passing through the lowest point in his life, the trash son-in-law has risen.

"I want a divorce, Luke." sambit ng asawa niya. Buong akala ni Luke ay makukuntento na ang asawa niyang si Hannah sa kung anong kaya niyang ibigay. Ngunit gaya ng inaasahan, hindi nito kayang mamuhay kasama ang isang mahirap na gaya niya. Isang office staff sa umaga, delivery man sa gabi. Ilan lamang iyan sa mga dahilan kung bakit puro pambubuska at panlalait ang natatamo ni Luke sa mga ka-trabahon at maging sa asawa niyang si Hannah. Ngunit... Paano kung bigla na lamang nila nalaman na ang lalaking inakala nilang mahirap ay isa palang ubod na yamang tagapagmana ng pinakamalaking kompanya sa bansa?

Kaze Lee just married the woman of his life, Darcy Quint, but on the night of their wedding, his family sent him to fight in a war on behalf of his brother. Forced to leave his wife alone, he fought many brutal battles and won many of them, ultimately winning the war. He returned with glory and honor, but his wicked brother poisoned him because of jealousy, turning him into a retard. Fortunately, an intimate session with his wife cured him. Never forgetting the oppression of his family and the insults he received from the world, he ought to take revenge on those who hurt him and his wife now that he had awakened.

"Hindi ko alam kung sasapat ang pagmamahal ko sa iyo sa kabila ng mga nagawa ng pamilya mo sa angkan ko. Sobrang mahal kita, Noelle! Ngunit hindi ko maipapangako kung magagawa ko na palampasin ang kasamaan ng mga magulang mo," puno ng hinanakit na saad ni Kael. Si Noelle ay kabilang sa kilala at mayamang pamilya na nagmahal sa kagaya ni Kael na isang anak mahirap. Pinagbintangan at ikinulong ngunit nagbalik na may magandang buhay na maipapangalandakan. Nagbalik s’ya upang maitama ang pagkakamali na nagawa sa kanya ni Don Mondragon. Ang kanilang pagmamahalan ay napuno ng hinanakit na nagdulot ng malalim na sugat kay Kael na maagang naulila sa kagagawan at kasakiman ng ama ng babae, at si Noelle na naging biktima sa kasinungalingan at pambibintang ng sariling ama upang mapaikot sa mga palad nito at mapasunod sa gusto. May pag-asa pa kaya na manumbalik ang marubdob na pagmamahalan sa kabila ng magulong nakaraan na nagpapahirap sa kanila hanggang sa kasalukuyan? Alin ang mangingibabaw sa kanila, pagmamahal ba o mas mananaig ang galit sa dibdib ng isa sa kanila?

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”