My Landlord Noona の小説・ストーリー

“Are you gonna have a try?” How could it be possible to bid for myself! However, I gotta to think about an excuse to get rid of this. “No, of course. I have no money.”I drank thew whole glass of champane and the waitress refilled my glass. “It’s not about the money. You know that , Jo. Just... you never get the chance to bid because you belong to me. No one else would ever get to you and neither you get to them.”Noah was being so controllable.

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

Perhaps the transfer was temporary. Because if it wasn't... His stomach tightened. This would've made Emma, the quiet unassuming wife he disregarded, one of the single most powerful private landowners in the city overnight. "Grandmother," Noah said, his voice dropping into a low, warning tone as he leaned his hands flat against the mahogany table. "Explain this. Right now."

When I arrived at the Garson Pack, I was thrilled to see how beautiful it was. Before me stood a magnificent forest with tall trees that seemed to reach for the sky. It was like something out of a fairy tale. When I walked into the center of the pack, I was greeted by Alpha Arnie and his wife, Luna Isabella.

Something in me tells me that implacable, icy civility worked most effectively in keeping Luna and her cronies at a distance. “I have to say, I am surprised to discover you here.” The Luna fixed her slightly protuberant eyes on my face as if searching for some hint of my age yet in my features. “You are too tough to disappear, aren’t you? The last time I checked, there was a war and you were taken but here you are, not only alive but also married to my step-son, as you have always wanted, so unlucky to have lost your sight too”

He wanted to make things right, but she had closed the door. Tomorrow—Saturday—she would marry James. No. This could not happen. He had to stop it. He rushed back downstairs and confronted the bodyguards at the door, his authoritative CEO demeanor snapping back into place. "If your employer wants her belongings, she can come collect them herself. This is my home. You cannot just walk in." The two men exchanged a glance before one pulled out a phone to call for instructions. A flicker of hope ignited in Jonathan's eyes—surely he would see her, or at least hear her voice. But the answer relayed back was cold and final.

Her voice was confident as she went on, "Veronica, make no mistake. This apartment belongs to the Campbells. It was Noah's. Now that he's gone, it belongs to us. I can change the locks whenever I want." I raised my voice and shot back, "My mom bought this apartment for me! The deed is in my name. This whole time, your entire family has been freeloading here!" But Pamela didn't believe a word I said. "Stop lying! Noah bought this apartment. Now that he's gone, you have nothing to do with the Campbells anymore. What right do you have to stay here? Get the hell out!" "I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to open the door or not?"

“Give me a minute.” I will need to talk to his landowner. I am sure we used the water only now, and I am sure I did not even use much, if at all. Three hundred for this shit? This is daylight robbery. Noel walked to them with two buckets in hand and nudging for Eden to follow him. What is he going to do? They walked out of the apartment and then out of the gate to the neighbouring house. A woman sat on her front porch, greeting Noel happily.

"I'll go ask now!" Ten minutes later, Noah rushed back to the car and said, "The landlord said another person could live there!" "I also asked clearly." As he drank some water, he let out a long sigh of relief and explained to Beau, "The crew was short of two rooms. No one was willing to stay outside." "Maybe madam was in a bad mood because of last night's news, so she offered to stay outside. Then Julian followed her shamelessly!" After saying all this, Noah carefully sized up Beau's emotions from the rearview mirror. "Sir, you must believe that the madam andJulian are innocent!"

She didn't see them as human beings; they were just targets waiting to be taken down. ______ Later that afternoon, Lona and Noah walked toward the campus parking lot. Lona walked with that signature strut that turned every head with every step, her short skirt rode up just enough to tease the smooth, tight skin of her thighs. She caught the stares from other students and lived for it. She loved being the center of the world. "Wanna hang out tonight?" Noah asked, holding the car door open for her. "Can't, Noah. Mom wants me home early. Apparently, there’s a dress fitting for the 'shotgun wedding' next week. She’s really desperate to taste-test this new Daddy." Lona snickered.