Landlords Little Daughter Novels & Stories

“Daddy!” The raucousness of that high-pitched voice of hers could break a scholar's glasses. Literally! One would expect to be welcomed back home with a warm hug or perhaps a nice, plain greeting from their daughter, but what does Lloyd get instead? A scream — a fucking ear-deafening scream from a rat he calls daughter. Maria Williams. The living room of his penthouse was occupied surprisingly by the dozen maids he hired a few days ago. From their countenance, any could tell that they were scared — scared of losing their jobs.

She shook her head, and went back to arranging our stuff into the boxes once more. “A couple of drinks with thirty thousand euros?” I asked, a bitter taste creeping up behind my throat. “Yes, Magg. You should make more money if you don't want me to spend our rent money. I've seen the way our landlord keeps looking at you. He always stares at you when you come back from your morning jogs. He's widowed, you know.” She added. I wondered how she noticed that through the fogginess of her drunk mornings. “Mum. Our landlord is old enough to be my father. He's a creep. You surely-”

How clearer could I make it known that I wanted to be part of her life? Also, it fucking gnawed at me why Cellie was owing something as simple as rent. As Penelope’s daughter, my father was supposed to pay a stipend to her account every month. Either the old don wasn’t doing what needs to be done as her stepfather or someone is making sure that the money doesn’t get to her. My silence must have given her stupid landlord the wrong impression because he suddenly added. “I hope you now realize what this would mean for you thugs if I decide to press charges.”

Mom used to say there was no point for a girl to buy property in a big city and that there would always be a room for me at home. I had believed her. I thought she just didn’t want me to exhaust myself, that she meant home would always be my safe harbor. However, when I actually returned, I realized not a single tile in that house belonged to me, let alone a room. Lying on the soft bed in my own apartment, I remembered how my coworkers had reacted recently when they saw me. "Wow, Elowen, you look totally different lately. You’ve gotten prettier. What are you using?"

"It's my uncle's place, of course, the deed should be in his name! What, are you saying your name's on the deed?" The blond punk had a disdainful look on his face. Wendy tried to persuade me. "Stop causing a scene, Jessica. Since the landlord is already here, you should just move out." The punk ignored me and swaggered into the apartment, wandering around for a while. When he came back out, he glared at me viciously. "Hey! Where's that Lego set on the TV cabinet in the living room? Did you steal it? That was a limited edition worth 40 grand! Hand it over right now!"

“Please, sir, I just need a few more days. I have some designs that will soon be picked up, and as soon as I get paid, I’ll—” The landlord cut her off. “You’ve been saying that for months. I have my own expenses to handle, I don’t care if you’re designing for the Royal family, pay up by Wednesday! It’s my last warning.” The man fumed as he cut her off leaving her to stare at the blank screen. Scarlet stood there in silence, gripping the phone as her mind spun with worry. But before she could take a moment to gather herself, she heard a small rustle from behind her. Turning around, she saw her daughter standing in the doorway, her innocent eyes wide with concern.

She's too broke to even buy a meal, so why is she sending her cash to someone else? "I had a hunch that something didn't add up. Digging into the name, I discovered that this kid, Frank, was living in Grand Willow Estate, right in the heart of downtown. It's one of the swankiest places in town, with each unit sprawling over two hundred square meters, and the rent? It starts at a steep seventy-five thousand dollars a year!" Jessica was fuming as she recounted, "So I did a little snooping at the Grand Willow Estate's management office. The lease is in Frank's name, alright, but guess what? The rent for the past three years has been coming straight out of Evelyn's bank account!

Charlotte patted her head. "First, make a video call to that little girl." Jane quickly found her phone and opened the landlord's WhatsApp. As soon as the call connected, the little girl appeared on screen, her eyes red. Tears were still visible on her face. The landlord was sitting next to her, waiting, not having gone to sleep. Jane apologized, "Sorry to disturb your rest." "Don't say that." The landlord gently patted her daughter's head. "I'm just happy you're alright."

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

Isabella tries to cut through the thick tension, but Mother cuts her off. “Yes, you are the wealthiest of us all. You've broken astronomical records and amassed great power! But, I will not stand and watch my son continue with his madness! Someone has to call you to order. And that someone…” She places her hand on Amelia's shoulder, “... is a wife. Not that tramp perched on your thigh!!!” “Enough!” I roar.