Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

The owner glanced up, shifting his gaze between me and the fleeting flash of a vintage family photo on his screen. He muttered under his breath, “Y’know, you bear an uncanny resemblance to the Bellandi Donna in that old picture from the 2000s. Could you possibly be her daughter? Just kidding. How could the Donna's daughter ever have her card declined? Oh. I believe you have enough money to pay for the dress, don’t you?” I offered him a faint, noncommittal smile and pulled a handful of cash from my wallet to settle the bill. In that instant, a sharp, cramping pain surged through my abdomen.

It was nothing special, just a place to lay my head while I figured things out. But soon, I realized I needed something more permanent, a place I could call my own. So, I started looking for an apartment nearby. It didn’t take long before I found one, a cozy little place in a quiet neighborhood, just a few blocks from the motel. The landlord was a kind woman in her late fifties, with a warmth that reminded me of the mothers I’d read about in human novels. She had this way of making you feel at home the moment you walked through the door, and when I mentioned I didn’t know my way around, she was quick to introduce me to her daughter, Emily.

Serena stared at her niece deeply, then took the girl’s hand and rubbed the back of her hand deeper. “Yes, I know. But, this is a house inherited from Grandpa which was then passed on to your father. I do have a share, but after all, I married an outsider, so automatically my ownership rights here are not as strong as your father’s,” Serena explained then sighed. “So I want you to take care of this house for me, Helena,” she continued. Helena fell silent. “I’ve lived here for a long time, now I’ll leave it to you. I want to be with the children and your uncle. But of course, I’ll come often. Besides, our houses are only ten minutes away, not too far.”

As if I was a stupid woman who didn’t have eyes and ears and couldn’t put two and two together. I was a daughter of the mafia. I grew up with guns, arm deals, and sulky men around me twenty-four-seven. “Where was Aoki and his guys that didn’t stop it?” Archie carried on, his voice still loud and angry. “Were they hurt?” he added after a moment, sounding concerned now.

Lucas asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. The landlord blinked, clearly taken aback by Lucas’s sudden presence. His eyes darted between Bella and Lucas, sizing up the situation. “Three months’ rent,” the landlord said, crossing his arms over his chest as if challenging Lucas. Lucas didn’t hesitate. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed the man a stack of bills without a word. The landlord’s eyes widened as he counted the money, his greedy hands trembling. “Here’s for the next three months too,” Lucas said flatly, his eyes hard as they bore into the landlord’s. “Now, I don’t want to see you bothering her again.”

“We heard none of your shareholders agreed to vote for you because they are all tired of being bossed around.” “More like they were bought.” I corrected it. “ We know what you all did. You bought them all off,” “Including your son, what does that say about you? A bad father, isn't that it? For one's son to turn his back against him.” I pulled my mouth open to speak up when Lindsy walked in with her hands around someone. Eldora. What was she doing here? “Sorry I'm late.” She apologized. “It was difficult to find who owned that share, but I finally did.”

Clean. I have four more hours till I can pick up my paycheck, dash home to gather the remaining cash I've been saving over the years, and begin looking for a flat. I'll have to find a landlord who's a bit less picky than—Landlords won't exactly be queuing up to rent to a just-turned-eighteen-year-old with no references. "Amanda!Where is she, fuck? The half-mumbled cry from behind me causes my eyelids to open. D*ck, dad.

“My daughter here is a member of the Fancy Pants Club Mr. Hyde. You do know that this Club owns the chateau right?” “I am aware, Madame,” was his simple reply. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was a short glimmer in his eyes when he glanced at me. “Although I find it advantageous, I won’t ask for any rent discount with your daughter over here. I pay well and I pay in full.”