Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

The urgency of being free from eyes watching her every movement and having her alone time make her want to do rebellious things by defying her father. She is absolutely grateful to have such a loving and concerned father but to have her watched by bodyguards 24/7 for her so called safety sometimes is too much for her to tolerate.It bothers her that It's always other unknown people around her,her father being absent most of the time for business purposes. Being the only daughter to Billionaire businessman Richard smith has Its own perks. It was already hard and lonely for her to be grown up without a mother,but as days passes by her dad becomes busier with his work,probably even forgetting

After all, when Madison returned to the Rhode family with the paternity test report, I became a sinner who used the same face to usurp 18 years of her life. In any case, who would care about the reputation of a fake heiress? "Still not coming out? Are you trying to extort more money?" Outside the door, the landlord spat in disgust. "How can a dead person come out?" Nicholas turned his head around, and the landlord continued, "That girl caused such a filthy mess and even died in my house. Now the house can't be sold. It's all her fault. It looks like you're her relative. Perfect! Pay me two million dollars in compensation. Not a penny less!"

she said without hesitation. “You haven't told Tio or Veronica about Diane have you?” I asked, hopefully. The silence that came after my question was deafening. I could hear her breath but she wasn't saying anything. “Tia?” I called out, sitting up straight in the cab. There was still no answer. It was like she was processing to give me the right answer. Coming back here was a bad idea. Julian Rhodes is more powerful than me, and he will do anything to punish me from keeping his daughter from him.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

“Good morning Mr Sam, can you please explain the reason you are here?” Mr Sam, looked round the small apartment and then back at her “You are owing me 8 months rent yet you dare to ask such a question!” Milana frowned “8 months? are you sure you know what you are saying Mr Landlord because I remember given my mother money for one year rent to give to you 8 months ago, so I still have two months left before my rent expires” Mr Sam frowned “You are such a foolish girl, so you think your mother paid? She didn't pay but gambled the money at the popular community club which is known as a gambling den” he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

It wasn’t much, but it was mine or it could be. The landlord, a heavyset man with graying hair and a suspicious frown, met me at the door. His voice was curt. “You’re here about the unit?” “Yes,” I said quickly, shifting my bag. “I need a place right away. Just something small, safe.” He studied me for a moment, eyes flicking to my belly. “You got a kid?” I hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. Not born yet, but… soon.” His expression softened, though only slightly. “Alright. Rent’s due upfront. Two months minimum.”

"I'm the daughter of Amir Everhart, the one that your father killed ten years ago. That means I'm the heir of this land, and I have all the right to banish you and your sister!" "Are you fucking kidding me?" Brayden chuckled. "You think you can just claim what's mine? You don't have the power." With a smug grin, he turned to the crowd and declared, "This is my land now, and all of you will bow down to me as your new ruler." “We’ll see!” I dared.

The smile fell from his face before he pushed the chair back in its place and kept standing before me. "It's about my daughter, Don Costello. I got into a fight with my landlord, one of your men. I couldn't pay rent this month. I didn't have the money. He..." his voice broke. "He took my daughter. She's just fifteen. He's holding her against her will until I pay him. I don't know if he hurt her or..." he started to cry. "Please, help me, Don Costello." I nodded, got my feet off the table, and poured another glass of whiskey before sliding it across the table. "Take it," I ordered. He wiped his tears and took the glass.

"We’ve received a cease and desist. From the landlord." "The landlord is a ghost!" Adrian roared. "My father owned this land!" "Actually," a voice rang out from the back of the room. The doors swung open. I walked in, wearing a simple black maternity dress that didn't yet show, but felt like armor. Beside me was Marcus Hale and, to the shock of everyone, Julian. "I’m the landlord, Adrian," I said, tossing the deed onto the table. "And I’m denying the permit." Adrian stood up, his face turning a sickly shade of white. "You... you stole those papers."

She reminded me of the young women in adult films—innocent-looking despite her voluptuous chest, which seemed ready to burst from her clothes. Had Irene not locked her up at home, I reckon she would actually turn to prostitution and sell her body for money. After all, she barely knew much about society, and she didn't really have any other talents other than having a really great body. Ultimately, Meredith just spent her days gaming at home, occasionally hanging out and playing pool with some of the neighborhood troublemakers. As for me, I delivered pizzas during the day and came home at night to live with this mother-daughter pair.