Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Novels & Stories

Nine hundred a month for this apartment isn’t terrible, but I need to check my account to make sure I’ve got enough in there to cover it… I lean back on the couch, scrolling through my tabs until I find my bank app. Logging in to my savings, my eyes widen when I see how much I have left. I thought I had more to stretch, but I know if I move the money for next month’s rent, I won’t be able to replace it. Not without a job, or a car to get to a job… I think about Richard’s offer. Moving in with the Rose brothers sounds like a terrible idea, all things considered.

“You have nothing to do with this.” Andrew was crestfallen, so he could give me the trouble of pressing again. I took him back to the city and I tagged along to rent a one-bedroom apartment. At that point, he didn't expect rent in the city of Seattle to be so high. There was a long silence before he told me. “Lend, 3000 USD. First." He only had 10000 with him. I made a transfer of 5000 and asked. “Are you going to look for a job in the city?”

Forty minutes later I walk out with a new account, a new debit card, and a thick envelope of hundred-dollar bills pressed against Einstein under the duvet. I take a cab to the other side of the city where nobody knows me and I pay the driver extra to wait while I go into a small apartment building and talk to the landlord who has a vacancy on the third floor. One bedroom, old paint, noisy neighbors, perfect. I pay three months rent in cash and he doesn’t ask why I’m barefoot or why I’m wrapped in a hotel duvet. He just gives me the keys. I carry Einstein up three flights of stairs and I open the door and the place smells like dust and old carpet but it’s mine and nobody can find me here toni

I blurted out. He raised an eyebrow, finding my words funny. He considered it a chance to torment me. "How much?" he asked, putting his phone aside and taking a sip of his coffee. It wouldn’t be a bother for him but he would use it to his advantage. "50,000 Dollars." "And what for?" he asked, leaning back. "I need to rent an apartment and get necessary things for my sister, take her from the orphanage and for her education." "You see, Ms. Beth, it's been three months since you have been working here. Just a newbie, it's difficult. I don’t think it’s possible. Unless…"

"I won't let you die. I'll figure something out. I promise." Fifty million dollars. The thought was there again, insistent, impossible to ignore. "Come on. Let's get inside. We need to talk. Plan. Figure this out." I unlocked my apartment with shaking hands, helping Kim inside while Mom followed. My half-cleaned apartment suddenly felt too small, too shabby, too inadequate for the crisis that had just walked through my door. The cleaning supplies were still scattered around. My mop was still standing in the middle of the living room where I'd abandoned it.

I sniffled softly, the sound loud inside my quiet room. Ugh, what a shitty way to end my otherwise fantastic night. Wiping my hands underneath my eyes, I heaved a hard sigh. I needed to remind myself that I was doing the right thing. I was helping my family when they were in need. This wasn't like over the summer when they demanded I pay them rent. This would actually be going toward my father's medical bill. Picking up my phone again, I tapped the app for my bank account and let it load. It welcomed me with a cheery message. Right underneath was my balance, a whole whopping ten thousand in bold under my name.

He said. I looked back down at the large sum. "I… thank you," I sputtered out The last time, it took me several months of work to pay rent for the shady apartment I lived in. With only this amount, I could have paid several months rent in advance. But that wasn't what I, nor Treasure needed. No. He needed a secured home. I would add it to my other savings, the checks Anne gave me stored away, and now this. Perhaps when I got back, I would add in all the amounts.

Sometimes he had even given them food when they slept hungry. "Two million. That will be enough to build a new house." The landlord said. "Okay. I will give you the money." Amanda said. She now had five million dollars in her account. She had not planned to receive so much money. She will just pay up two million and rest will help look for a better place to stay with her mom. "In one week's time. Or else...." the landlord did not finish his sentence and hung up the phone. Amanda looked at the dimmed phone screen with a complicated gaze.

I told Mom, and she clutched her chest dramatically. "Caro, you're giving me two million? Are you sure? That's too much," Mom said, and I knew the house rent was only 500,000 per year. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll send it to your account. The man gave it to me—it's not like I stole it," I said, reaching for my phone. I unlocked the screen and transferred two million to her account. Her jaw dropped as I showed her the transfer receipt.

she read off the file. I left through the folder with a frown. “I've never heard of this name before.”My eyes stare at the highlighted figures. “A million dollars? We own a million dollars in rent?” Cynthia stared at my face coldly. “You didn't know about this?” “No,”I shook my head. “This building is owned by my father,I don't even know who this company thinks it is–I never had to pay rent.” “Some of the girls think you know about it and have been using our money instead of saving it as you told us.”