I Became The Owner Of A Poor Estate Novels & Stories

“I could not pay the high taxes, and because I missed so many monthly payments to the elders, the royal banks came and repossessed my beautiful home.” Theo leans over the wooden table, his massive face turning incredibly dark and scary. “You lost your entire family den?” “Yes. Celeste and Adrian left me with all the heavy debts we had already made. All the operating costs for the tools. The rent for the massive warehouse space...” I blow out a hot breath. “I sold every single valuable item I owned, even my grandmother’s moonstone ring, just to try and pay the pack elders. But it was not enough silver.”

Father seemed too terrified to move, or to even speak. I wondered who was on that plate. A servant? Candice? I remembered once seeing her sweating on a hot day, her skin shiny from grease . . . “Anyone?” asked Mr. Cillian. “No? Fine then. Straight to business. Mr. Blackwood, I understand that you own a great many successful factories.” Father looked ready to choke on his own breath. “Yes, that is correct.” “So you acquired your fortune by utilizing the innovations of industry.” “That—is also correct, Mr. Cillian.”

“Didn’t you buy yur land as a ranch already?” Ian nodded. “It was owned by a widow who tried to keep it going after her man died. By the time she gave up and sold it to me, it was in piss poor shape with only a handful of cattle, but it was already known as a ranch. I had that going for me, at least. The Blackfoot couldn’t claim I was stealing their land.” “I can’t imagine the Crow or the Blackfoot murdering these poor folks for this. I mean, it’s not much in the line of valuable property. Least wise, not like your ranch.”

And that was how my Johnnie became very wealthy. He didn’t need to go into pig farming anymore, as the value he got for the diamonds he sold was more than enough to start a more dignifying business; he began to buy and resell large mansions. And in less than a month after his discovery, he moved me out of that little house and into the mansion he just bought for us to live in. The mansion was located in the more exquisite parts of the town; in the area where the rich folk lived.

I hung up the phone and shook my head in thought. I pity old rich men who always needs bounter hunters. It's either their daughter ran away from home, or their son stole their money and made away or their grandchildren. I quickly rounded up from the house and headed out. 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 The house was run-down and dirty. And there's no other house for miles. It screamed poverty and shrieked wretchedness.

Questioning the neighbours got them to a particularly shabby house. "Why is the living condition here so bad? I mean, look at this." He touched a part of the roof that was broken and dangling by a small part. "The living condition inside the house is even worse, sir." The neighborhood man, Ezra said with a small huff. "What do you mean?" "Well...the owner of that house is quite popular around here. He went bankrupt and lost everything some years back, and it felt like he had blamed the women in the house for it." He shook his head pitifully.

She took a forkful of salad and directed it to her mouth. Everything turned sour when Margarita recievee the letter from Mr P**e. Mr P**e was the owner of the land the orphanage was built on. His father owned it but when his father died some years ago, P**e being the only offspring of his inherited the land.

she asked in excitement "nope!" I replied and she frowned "so why are we here?"she asked "well, this estate actually belongs to my baby mama! starting from today your gonna be collecting the rent from each of the houses here" I said and she jumped on me "omg! brain! this alone is enough to make me a millionaire! don't you think it's too much for me?"she asked still on my hands "there's nothing that's ever gonna be too much for you Samantha" I said placing her on the car bonnet

Moreover, it was not just any gambling den; it was a high-stakes casino where he had seen people win millions in a single night. It was just a streak of bad luck. However, can someone be unlucky forever? People had their moments of good fortune. Seeing Justin in such distress, Mildred softened. She opened her safe, retrieved the property ownership papers, and handed them to Justin, saying, "Jay, these are all I have…” Taking the certificates, Justin looked at Mildred. "Grandaunt Mildred, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry..." At that point, Bob could not listen any longer.

“You stay on it, or so help me.” It was strange to see him up in arms over such a minor thing. But then again, I supposed the man took pride in his work. He was, after all, a self-made man. Vlad had started at the bottom, trimming the lawn and arranging things here and there until the old groundskeeper had died and left him in charge of the entire Harkness Estate.