Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Novels & Stories

He wanted to buy me off with a mere 20,000 dollars to seize an apartment worth over three million. I said nothing, only calmly pulled out my phone and opened three years of bank transfer records. “In the first year, I transferred 300,000 dollars. Second year, 400,000 dollars. Third year, half a million.” I shoved the screen in front of his face. “That’s a total of 1.2 million dollars over three years.” “You told me you've been paying for the mortgage? The monthly mortgage on this place is only 6,000 dollars. That’s at most 220,000 for three years! So, tell me, where did the remaining one million go, Justin?”

I walked in the direction of the room. Staring at the envelopes in my hand. I didn't need to open them to know what each content was seeing as it was what I received all the time. I opened them, glancing through each. The first one was rent. The landlord had given me three days, or else he would evict me from the apartment. It was weird that I had praised him earlier for his patience. Now he seemed impatient suddenly. I wouldn't blame him though. The bills had piled up to twelve thousand euros.

"I didn't say anything aside from explaining to you it was just rent." How come he could say it was just rent? Of course it was not for her. 50, 000 dollars. No one goes over there giving that amount of money. Her uncle, her friend, her ex-husband, no one had borrowed her that amount of money but Daniel. Just a inmigran man.

You're always welcome to return anytime. I took the cash with trembling hands and nodded heavily. I managed to rent a cheap apartment in a run-down building in a slightly more rural part of the city. The place was filled with mold, yet I couldn't have felt any more liberated at that moment. I showered with ice-cold water and nibbled on some stale buns I'd gotten on sale as my dinner. My phone vibrated just then. The called ID on the screen showed that it was Dmitri, the bastard who'd just used my hard-earned money to buy two mansions in the upscale part of town.

"Buddy, we're moving out." There was no response. Julie stood beside me, tilting her head as she looked at me. "Who are you talking to?" "No one." I chuckled. After locking the door, we headed downstairs. The sunlight was radiant, falling on the crooked old trees in Rosewood Apartments, and golden patches were scattered across the ground. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked down and saw a bank transfer notification. After taxes, our lottery winnings came to 40 million dollars. I just transferred half of it to Julie.

It was a good thing I’d paid for two months when I rented the apartment, or I might not have survived this long. Unless I had a sudden inflow of cash between now and the following week, I would be in hot water with Andrew. He never joked with his money. The way he’d treated one of the other tenants a week ago made that very clear. No matter what happened, I was going to make sure that didn’t happen to me. All I needed was to come up with half a thousand dollars in a week. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

She screamed and ran out. . . Few hours later, she got off the bus and walked home. She was pondering on what happened earlier. She thought about what she did wrong, but she didn't get it. But, she remembered when Trevor kissed her. The same way she felt bad, that must be the same way Frederick felt bad. She heaved a breath of relief when she got home. As she was about to enter inside, her phone chimed. She saw the money. Five million. She gasped and covered her mouth, dancing on the empty street. She thought about what she could do with this money. Just as Francis said, find a bigger house.

Because apparently, despite all the riches sitting in my account like a sleepy golden dragon, I still couldn't hand my landlord a ten-dollar bill without accidentally offering to buy the entire apartment building and three parking lots with it. I had one problem: I needed rent money. Real, physical, bite-sized rent money that wouldn’t trigger a bank-wide fraud investigation or start a rumor that I was laundering money for the Illuminati. So I got to work. I tore through old bags like a raccoon on a sugar rush. Dug into faded wallets with ancient receipts and stale mints. Checked my coat pockets, jeans I hadn’t worn since my “broke college girl” era, and the forgotten space behind the radiato

When we finished, we immediately went to the area close to the company I'll be working in to find nearby apartments. I filmed the whole apartment hunting experience. We looked into 4 apartments for the day and called it quits. There were a two that I considered and two that I didn't. The rents were all below $1000 and the deposit was around $10,000 like I had in mind but the two I didn't consider looked old and I wasn't going to settle for that. The two that I considered were not my taste but its still pretty good. Still, we'll have a part two of the hunt.

“Common shut your dirty mouth,how sure are you? I still stand on a paternity test that has to be conducted and that’s my final say.Period!” "I understand now..." After five days of hard work, Amanda had finally settled into her new apartment. She had tidied it up, and they could finally relax. The apartment, located in the city centre, was quite spacious, featuring four bedrooms, sitting rooms, and even two rooms for nannies. The monthly rent amounted to $60,000.