All Chapters of Dream On Neighbor, You Just Messed With the Wrong Heiress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next afternoon, I was in my studio, mixing colors for a centerpiece I was prepping for the gallery.The doorbell rang. Again and again. Frantic, like it was trying to wake the dead.I put down my brush, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole. Mr. Peterson, with two uniformed security guards behind him.This didn't look good.I opened the door. Peterson all but shoved his way inside. His eyes raked over my apartment, making my skin crawl."Ms. Ricci," he cleared his throat, pulling a document from his briefcase. "On behalf of the HOA, I am officially informing you that, per the newest community regulations, no single owner has the right to monopolize the rooftop common area.""Common area?" I took the paper and glanced at it. It was all legalese and bullshit clauses. "My purchase contract explicitly lists that as a privately deeded area.""The HOA bylaws can override your personal contract," Peterson sneered. "The rooftop garden has now been re-designated as a community

The lock on my rooftop garden was picked.Inside, my sun-drenched glass studio was a wreck.Every single painting I had prepared for the North American Art Biennial next month was slashed, the canvases hanging in shreds.On the wall, spray-painted in huge red letters: "BITCH GET OUT."I stood in the middle of my studio, shaking.These paintings weren't just worth over a million dollars. They were a year of my life, of sleepless nights and relentless work.They were my ticket—my one chance to make a name for myself as an artist, free from my family's shadow.Now, they were all destroyed.I pulled out my phone and called the building's emergency line.After several rings, someone finally picked up."This is Alessia in the penthouse. My lock was picked and my property has been destroyed. Send someone up. Now."The person on the other end said, "Oh. Got it. We're short-staffed. We'll send someone to take a look in an hour.""An hour?" I snapped. "My apartment was broken into, my work destr

The elevator light stopped at the penthouse.Ding.The metal doors slowly slid open."Who the fuck is messing with my wife?!"A fat man with a gut spilling over his belt stormed out. He wore an expensive but ill-fitting suit. His tie was crooked and his face was red. His arrogant roar echoed in the hall.It was the "all-powerful" Alderman Mark.He had probably been fantasizing about how to teach some clueless young girl a lesson. But the moment he saw the hallway, he froze in his tracks.Over a dozen heavily armed mobsters were staring dead at him.Over a dozen dark gun barrels aimed right at his chest.Mark shivered in terror. The fat on his face jiggled as cold sweat broke out.But then he spotted Romano, who had just stood up from the shattered glass. Because Romano had been kneeling with his back to the elevator, Mark entirely missed the pathetic display of him on his knees.The panic vanished. In its place came the most sickening ass-kissing I’d ever seen. He must've thought Brend

The screams had drawn attention. Heavy footsteps echoed as Mr. Peterson, the property manager, rushed out of the stairwell, panting, a walkie-talkie in hand."What's going on? Someone said the penthouse..."He stopped mid-sentence. He took in the scene and froze solid.A dozen men in black, locked and loaded.A floor covered in blood and shattered glass.A half-dead Brenda.Mark, licking blood off the floor like a feral dog.And the terrifying Romano.Mr. Peterson’s legs turned to jelly. He collapsed onto the floor, a dark wet stain instantly spreading across his crotch.Then, the elevator doors opened again.A silver-haired man in a flawless suit rushed out, sweating profusely. He completely ignored Mark's silent pleas and walked straight up to me, giving a deep bow."Miss Ricci. I'm Sterling, the Consigliere of the Ricci Family. I also own this building. The second I heard what was happening, I rushed over."Sterling looked up, sweat beading on his forehead. "This is a failure of my

"Breaking news. A massive earthquake has struck Chicago's political scene. South Side Alderman Mark was taken into custody by the FBI last night, facing charges of massive corruption, money laundering, and ties to organized crime.""According to insiders, the evidence of his bribery is ironclad. Prosecutors say this anti-corruption sweep will tear out the South Side's illegal cash flow by the roots, and they are seeking the maximum sentence."I sat on my velvet sofa and hit mute on the remote.On the giant flat-screen TV, Mark’s hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. Two massive FBI agents roughly shoved him into an armored police vehicle. His face was swollen like a purple pumpkin. That arrogant swagger was totally gone. The only thing left in his eyes was a deeply satisfying, absolute despair.It had been three days.The storm sparked by a mere two hundred bucks had finally run its course.Sterling stood respectfully behind me, handing over a thick file with both hands."Miss Ri