Novel & Cerita Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

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.”

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?

Slowly, the memory of me spending almost ten million dollars on his black credit card the other day came to my mind and I unconsciously smiled faintly at the thought. Maybe this would make it fair between us. I had excessively wasted his money, so in return, he sold my apartment. It was not like he let me sleep on the street anyway. He offered me a place to stay at his very own private mansion. So, why would I complain? Did I even have anything valid to complain right now? "You still haven't answered my question before. Who did you call just now?" Ricky spoke again after we both were silent for over a minute. My eyes met his as I answered.

Oswald Landlord I massaged my furrowed brows after opening both of the envelopes and leaned my back on the wall. This just felt like the world being hefted on my shoulders. Where on earth would I find a huge amount of money to pay all these bills? The rent in this apartment was the cheapest one we could find but it was still expensive for my budget. Since Aunt Odessa retired from work, we weren’t able to pay before the due date and I felt bad now that I’d taken the responsibility for this. I also had to think of our daily expenses, necessities, and my fare every day. I couldn’t ask Tobias to be my personal lift since that would be pretty embarrassing. He was already the one who paid for my s