I Became The Owner Of A Poor Estate Novels & Stories

I started strolling, sighing again as I saw the state of the house in front of me, very different from the grand house I had lived in not too long ago. My current house is much smaller. My mom, my stepfather, and I were forced to move into this house because our family finances were terrible, and our business ended up going bankrupt. We only rented this house on an annual basis from our remaining wealth. I was annoyed with my stupid stepfather, unable to properly maintain his business when he had been given such a high position for nothing. He even dared to blame me for never interfering with his company. I walked in, seeing my welcoming mother noticing my hobbled state. she approached me, t

Rosalia Since he admitted the house was mine too, I was going to do what I wanted with it as he said. Imagine myself who was on the edge of being thrown on the streets just yesterday and suddenly I'm the wife of a richie rich man today, who has a house worth millions of dollars and admitted to me having partial ownership. That was some sort of glow up I couldn't have expected. I glanced at the bland room and wondered how I could change it and add more colour to give it human presence. The house also needs a full renovation which I'll be making plans for later.

“Why didn’t I know anything about this?! Do you have another woman?!” I began pacing, holding my temples. I couldn’t believe everything I was discovering. I don’t want to be poor. What’s going to happen to us? “Shut up, Matilda! The reason I didn’t tell you is exactly this! I knew this would be your reaction!” “And how exactly did you expect me to react, huh?!” “All we have left are our shares in Laviste Land. The rest of our properties are under Jessica’s name, and you haven’t even been able to reclaim them until now.”

He chuckles and faces the road again, leaning into the leather seat, ignoring my lingering gaze and discomfort as he lights a cigarette. The silence lingers in the car till the cars drives into an estate, the biggest and most expensive estate in Spain. I gasp and roll the window down, staring at the beautiful environment. The estate will always make you feel Ike you are in heaven. I have always wished that my father would give me a villa on this estate during one of my birthdays, but that wish will never come true since my father is dead and the company has gone bankrupt. The ownership of this estate is hidden. No matter how hard I have tried, I still haven't been able to figure out the owne

I really wished I could let her experience what she had put me through. To pay off the debts, I had to sell everything I owned. Years of hard work, gone in an instant. With no funds left to sustain it, my company declared bankruptcy. Archer swooped in and bought it for a fraction of its worth. That was when I realized they had orchestrated everything from the beginning. Desperate and out of options, I turned to Irene. She was in just as bad a state—kicked out with nowhere to go. Our last hope was my mother-in-law.

The work had been his and Jerome's and everyone else who had joined along the way. "I didn't think I would have this," he said. "What?" "Any of it. The restaurant. The marriage. The house. The garden. The dog. I didn't think I would have any of it." Alexander looked at him. "Why not?" "Because I didn't think I deserved it," Elijah said. "Because the debt was always there. Because I thought I was the person who had failed, who had dropped out, who couldn't finish things." ---

She slammed her phone against the table with the screen down and took a sip of water before saying, “I’m purchasing a property for my relative, and I wanted to use a discount that’s only available for the lower-income group, so I borrowed Ken’s ID for that. My relative left the country a while back, so he asked me to take care of it on his behalf.” “Which relative?” “You don’t know him. It’s a distant uncle.” She was lying. Over our decade-long marriage, I had met all of her relatives. No one fit the profile of a distant relative. I wanted to pry further, but she looked upset. “Are you assuming that I bought the mansion for Ken? “You know how much I earn! If I really had that much money, we

It was nothing more than a greedy man and a woman blinded by ambition, together staging a farce that ended in their own humiliation. When that curtain fell, my home was still my home. I was Ruben Johnston, the rightful owner of this villa. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

“You said you lost your parents. How were you able to scale through college on your own then? And why do you have an aversion to poor kids when you were once one?” She smirked this time. “Who ever said I was poor? My dad willed his estate to me. He was successful before he died, and his lawyer was faithful till he himself passed on. So I had no financial troubles. I helped your uncle out too, linked him to my dad’s friends. And as for the poor kids, I think you should avoid them as much as you can. If you were not family, I wouldn’t have wanted to have anything to do with you.”

"Though I'm exhausted now. Twins are draining my energy." "That's why you're going home to rest." He started driving. "You proved your point. Now take care of yourself." "One more stop. The Sterling mansion. I need to claim my inheritance officially." He tensed. "Your father's house? Elara—" "I own it now. He defaulted on loans, the bank foreclosed, and I bought it through a shell company." I smiled grimly. "That twelve million from grandmother? I used two million to buy my childhood home. The house that never felt like home."