Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

, His inheritance? " No, you can't do that, You kil*led my Dad and you have so much audacity to take the family heirloom?" " The deed is done already, There's nothing to say about this anymore, Now, for you to have the audacity to hurt my daughter, I will make..... " A tiny, almost noiseless sound was heard by everyone, Then, A loud this followed by a gun drop on the floor. It was Lana's Dad, He's de*ad.

Until then, she had to live cheap. Knock, knock, knock. Someone pounded on her door. Harper groaned. "Coming!" She opened the door to reveal her landlady, Mrs. Gable. A woman with too much lipstick and a permanent scowl. Behind her stood her son, Dennis, a greasy-looking guy in a cheap suit. "Rent's due, Harper," Mrs. Gable snapped, chewing her gum loudly. "And Dennis says you lost your fancy job at the Sterling Estate? That didn't last long, did it?"

At the top of the staircase, Ana quietly stood, looking at Lena who ran towards Lancer happily without any hesitation, as Lancer bent down, hugging the little girl before she stumbled. Lena giggled, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck, “I miss you!” Lancer unconsciously revealed a smile, though stopped herself in time seeing his daughter quietly staring at them at the stairs. He coughed, as he stood up, raising his arm to beckon his daughter over. Instead of going downstairs, Ana just blinked, then turned her back, once again entering her room without another word, completely ignoring him. Pff. Aliana laughed, along with Jasper who also laughed despite the confusion.

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.

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.”

“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.”

He turned to leave. “Wait,” I said, stopping him. “The restaurant girl. I want to buy her land. Every property around her restaurant too. She’s ignored my gifts, my gestures, and it’s insulting, isn’t it?” He turned back, his eyes sharp. “Becoming her landlord won’t change anything. She is still upset with you and Jerald for almost storming into her No-men-allowed restaurant.” “She cannot stay upset with her landlord. Buy the properties!” ⸻

I felt compassion for them, especially the little girl who was crying her eyes out. “Since you can’t pay my rent, you and your daughter must leave my house right now!” The landlord yelled at the top of his voice. “Please! Let my daughter stay for the night, at least. It’s the full moon in four hours and it will be unsafe for her to be out there at night. I don’t mind leaving but at least let my daughter be,” the man cried out, rubbing his palm profusely as he begged. I could see how agitated and perplexed he looked, and I shook my head in pity.

She stammered, brushing off her apron as if to make it less messy than it already was. "Hello?" Zach stepped forward while I rolled my eyes, peeping into one of the apartments whose door was halfway opened. A small girl came to the door with bright blue eyes and blonde hair as she watched me with curious eyes. "What?" I asked her and she screamed before slamming the door shut and I fixed my gaze back to Zach who was speaking to the woman. "She's the landlady of the house and she confirms that Ava lives here." Zach said to me and the woman smiled up at me. It was creepy.

“Vicious? Bianca, you bullied me for eight years, and now you want to lecture me about being vicious?” “If Papa were still alive, he never would’ve let you get away with this!” she practically screamed. “Do you really think Father loved you?” I spoke slowly, my tone calm. “If he truly loved you, why didn’t he leave you a single cent of inheritance?” Bianca froze. I lightly waved the will in my hand. “He left everything to me, Bianca. Including the land you’re standing on right now. “Do you know something?” I smiled faintly. “He didn’t even mention your name in his letter.”