Novel & Cerita Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Life went on. I started browsing Zillow. After paying the year's rent and Rachel's legal fees, I still had over four hundred thousand sitting solidly in the bank. I wanted to buy a chic apartment in the city. Didn't need to be huge—maybe seven or eight hundred square feet. But it had to be in a prime location with top-notch amenities. That would be my real sanctuary. A hundred percent mine. A fortress with my name on it, and no one else's! Over the weekend, I had dinner with Rachel.

'OMG. I hissed to myself. I wasn't just rich, I was a multi-millionaire. My mother had been a Bratva Princess in her own right, and it looked like I was going to be very happy alone and independent. I found myself a beautiful Penthouse apartment at the top of one of the many skyscrapers that adorned the city. The City Centre Towers Complex provided me with a stunningly beautiful home, already containing everything I needed. Whoever the previous owner had been had left it immaculate and looking like a show house. Most of the furniture still had its plastic covers, but I did not care. The view was to die for from both the living room and the bedroom; everything else was superficial. The Realat

The landlord said that if she wanted to move now, the deposit and rent paid in advance could be refunded to her. Olive thanked her gratefully. After solving this problem, she turned on her computer and began to browse the rental website. After a while, she couldn't find a suitable one. Because the house in South Star was really hard to find. In such a city, the lowest rent for an apartment, which is well furnished and with one bedroom and one living room, was almost three or four thousand a month. This was indeed difficult for her current economic situation. Olive had a headache. She simply said to Abigail: [Abi, I'm going to move.]

The building was quite tall and decorated properly. “All right, thanks,” I acknowledged, about going inside already. “If you need anything. I left my card on your table, I'm just a ring away,” I chuckled, nodding again before going in. “Thank you, sir,” my mum greeted and he responded. My mum walked behind me before she came to my side. “Sweetie, how much did you rent this apartment? It must have cost you a fortune,” she commented as we entered the elevator. “Well, yeah. It's quite expensive but this was the only cheapest house I could find. $20,000 yearly,” I told her.

We'll move out as soon as we find a cheaper place to rent! "We really don't have any money left! I had to bring up both my kids on my own after my husband died. Life has been very hard on me. What am I to do if I don't even have a roof over my head anymore?" I got my bodyguard to start throwing out all of their belongings. And while Misty was getting all anxious about it, I grabbed her by the arm and said, "Misty, the company just issued a notice saying that you've received well over a million dollars in base salary and benefits over the past three years for nothing.

I thought, chewing on the apple Grandma Maria gave me. I'm not sure that renting a one bedroom apartment would be cheap given the appearance of this apartment. At least, the monthly rental price must be 1000-2000 Poundsterling per month. However, this is the last apartment closest to the supermarket. If tomorrow I get an interview call, at least I don't have to pay for the bus or train fare. "Excuse me!" I said to the apartment reception center. A bespectacled middle-aged man looked at me and smiled broadly.

Chapter 3 LYKA'S POV There I was, wandering the streets again. I approached an elderly woman sweeping the sidewalk. “Excuse me Miss, do you know any apartments for rent here?” “Why, miss? Are you looking for one?” Of course I am. Why else would I be asking? “Yes,” I answered politely. “There’s one right behind you. Small room’s three thousand, a bigger one is four-five. One month deposit.” “Are you the owner?” “No, my son is.”

I've got my own place, and sharing the rent is just throwing money away. "It's no different than paying someone to sleep with you." With that, he whipped out his payment code and shoved it in my face. "You don't want people to think you're just after money, do you? "Give me back all the rent I've paid for the past seven years." The tiny apartment, barely forty square meters, was our first home together. After college, I stayed in the capital to make more money. Back then, I could only afford a tiny place, far from the city center.

I didn't have time to clarify our relationship. I decided to find a place to live first. This neighborhood was filled with high-rise buildings, mainly housing white-collar workers, so there were plenty of apartments for rent. By the afternoon, I had found one—a two-bedroom apartment, free of clutter with reasonable cleanliness, for a monthly rent of 500 dollars, which was within my affordability. I promptly signed the rental agreement. When I was about to call Emilia to tell her about it, she beat me to it: "Sammy, something happened!"

"Money will be worthless in a month, but for now, it's still the key to everything." Between his parents' inheritance and his own savings, he had about 800,000 dollars. Half was gone in a single transfer. The sting passed quickly. It was better to spend it than watch it turn to waste paper. Most people would never even have the chance to do so. Still, he needed more. Much more. His gaze swept across the apartment. The 1,300-square-foot unit sat in Volaris' central ring and had been purchased outright a decade ago. At over 800 dollars per square foot, its market value easily exceeded 1,000,000 dollars