Romans & histoires Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Mia dragged the last heavy box up the narrow staircase, sweat sticking her tank top to her back. Her arms burned and her cheap sneakers squeaked against the old wooden floor. At twenty-one, broke, and freshly dumped, this apartment was her only real option. The rent was impossibly low for the size — almost too good to be true. The landlord had barely asked any questions before handing over the keys with a nervous laugh. “ Just… respect your roommate’s privacy,” he had muttered before hurrying away.

A few minutes had passed before they stopped and Jarvis spoke again. "No matter how much money we save, it will never be enough to cover our living expenses and allowances, particularly if we rent a house," he said. In fact, I agree with him. There are certainly a lot more rental properties available. Even an apartment is fine because there will only be the three of us living there.

WARNING!!! SEXUAL ASSULT IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! In just 3 days it will be my birthday, I couldn’t wait to get out of this hell hole. I had finally saved up just enough money to get me a tiny apartment I had found online. I didn’t have a phone like most teenagers did so I had to use the pack library to do some research on the human town I would be living in. I found a small one bedroom one bath for 200$ a month. It was above a bar, which was scary but it was the cheapest thing I could find with the small amount of money I had saved..

Most people could barely afford to rent them, let alone own one. Jenny sank into silence and decided to only discuss it further when she met with Helga and Amy. Half an hour later, Melissa parked the car in front of a low-rise apartment. When she walked into the place with Jenny, they realized it was a rental apartment with many tenants. Soon, Melissa led Jenny to the door of the unit and knocked on it. The door opened, and they saw the face of a woman. They had not introduced themselves, but Jenny immediately recognized the woman because of her resemblance to Helga.

Then, I started walking. I found a cheap apartment in a building that should have been torn down. It was just one room with a kitchen sink that leaked and a window that wouldn't close all the way. The landlord was a short man with a large stomach who came to the door in his undershirt. He looked at me, at Matteo on my chest, at my single bag, and at the 4,000 euros I had hidden inside the lining of my coat. "How long do you want it for?" he asked.

I admitted. She chuckled. “What does that even mean?” “Remember that friend of mine I spoke to you about?” “Yes, the one you weren’t sure if to take her in or gift money.” “Yeah, that one. So, I gave her 500k.” I said the last word cautiously with the fear of her coming for my head, but she didn’t say anything to my surprise. That prompted me to continue. “She called me while I was running to say she has rented a ten thousand monthly penthouse and paid a downpayment for two years.”

One thousand four hundred dollars. I dropped the tag as if it had burned me. That was two months of rent in my old life. That was a year of my mother’s medication. And here it was, hanging casually in a closet like it was a disposable item. I felt a sudden, violent urge to run. To go back to the subway and the heater that rattled at 3 AM. At least there, I knew who Elena Rossi was. Here, I was a ghost in a very expensive haunting. I sat on the edge of the silk bed and pulled out my phone. A notification from the bank popped up, bright and cold.

It would be so new to them. After driving for almost two hours, we finally got to the building where my self-contained apartment was rented. I learned it was 100,000 naira (246$)for a year and I could not help but try to imagine how many years it will take for me to save up to that amount, maybe a year and eight months, lol.

Johanne rented a small apartment with the money she had managed to save from her work at the Collen mansion and although it was not enough to live without peace of mind for a long time, she also began to look for a new job to meet those needs. He was already settling into the new place with his son when he received a call. “Good afternoon, shall I speak to Miss Willys? “Yes, talk to her, who's talking? “Johanne got ready; I imagine it was a typical call to give him some bad news. “We are calling you from the central bank, it is to notify you that you received a transfer of one million to your account. “That?! one million? It's not true, you must be wrong.

It didn't take long to spot something strange. Starting three months ago, a fixed sum of five thousand dollars had left her personal account each month. It was transferred to a name I didn't recognize. Three consecutive months of money transfer like clockwork meant something fishy was definitely going on. I noted the recipient's name and had a friend look into it. The results revealed that he was the owner of a high-end apartment in the city center. That meant Celeste had been spending five thousand dollars on renting another apartment every month. Why would she need another apartment? The answer felt inevitable.