Romans & histoires Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Samuel frowned hard and kept shaking his head. "No, that's not it! Listen to me, darling! I really had no choice!" I straightened up my hunched back and looked at him. "Then let me tell you now about my plan to take back everything that rightfully belonged to me." "What is it?" I dialed a number on my phone and put it to my ear, making the call in front of him. "Hello? I want to make a police report. My husband, Samuel Tucker, rented out my apartment to his relatives at an extremely low-balled price without my consent.

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

One glance told him the bone broth in the thermos was untouched, a single full portion. The Millers had clearly made it just for him. They did not dare spend the million. Of the 120,000 dollars they had left, more than 100,000 dollars had already gone toward the apartment. Rebecca would need money for college as well.

Was this even still my home? I had hired famous architects to design it, and it was all ruined. My furniture that cost millions of dollars had gone missing. Prissy was walking through the narrow corridor with a string of keys in her hand and collecting rent money. When she saw me, she sneered. “Charlene, why are you here at my rental apartment?” I was shocked. “You did this?” Prissy glanced at me and shook the keys before my eyes. It was as if she feared I would not see them.

Clear the table. Wash dishes. Wash clothes. Dust off. Cook meals. I have a lot of use in this house and yet they call me good for nothing... Tsk..Tsk...What if I go to some distant place and enjoy a vacation? These folks will surely miss me. It's ten in the morning when all house work got done. I logged in to my account and WHOA!!! How the heck did I get $10,000,000 in my account? Did I read the zeros right? 7 zeros... That makes it 10 Million dollars right?