Novel & Cerita My Property Isn't Normal

Once the money arrived, everything would be fixed. My phone rang. I answered immediately. "Well?" His breathing sounded strange. "Sir. There is a problem." My smile disappeared. "What problem?" "The properties." "What about them?" "They can't be sold." My body froze. "What the fuck are you talking about?" His voice shook. "They've already been listed." I frowned. "By who?" "We don't know." The coffee cup slipped slightly from my fingers. "What do you mean you don't know?" "The documents show another authorization."

Then, my eyes locked onto the specific municipal address. *Property Deed. Ownership: Marcus Hale.* He was listed as the sole proprietor. Not a joint marital asset. Not a corporate holding under his marketing agency. His name alone. I stared at the recording date, reading the numbers again and again to ensure my brain wasn't misinterpreting the data. It was a secondary residential property purchased exactly eighteen months ago. Eighteen months. Slowly, I raised my eyes. Renata's expression was entirely devoid of sympathy or surprise. There was only an acute, professional concern.

he rumbles, closing his computer. Blushing, I try to ignore the yearning that is beginning to build since I know that we won’t be able to do anything right now, not when I was already hurting from my surgery the day before. “Were you working?” I ask instead, changing the subject. “You looked pretty into whatever it was you were reading.” “Just some issues with one of our newer properties,” he explains. “It’s been causing issues since the start, but it seems that their idiot of a gm has really fucked things up.”

Dimas asked, “Do you have painkillers and anti-inflammatory medication for swelling?” “Yes. Yes, of course,” Titus nodded immediately. The property fee of hundreds of thousands of dollars per year was not paid in vain. The property management had whatever the owners needed. That was the responsibility of their property staff! Soon, Titus brought the anti-inflammatory and pain relief medicine over and handed it to Dimas. “Mr. Martinez, although this is your girlfriend's house, should I make a note of your phone number on the computer when I go back? Can I record it with the remark ‘Owner’s boyfriend’?”

/“Keep up the good work, Aaron. If we need to, we will expand the search beyond the property line.” When I initially bought the property, it was in a state of disrepair. It wasn't irreversibly damaged. A few windows had been broken, which had caused some weather damage to the interior. There were a few spots on the second floor where there had been water damage due to unfinished remodeling. And there were some plumbing issues with the house. All were fixed easily enough by tradesmen before we moved in. Mainly, the house was just dirty. After the madam had passed, the house had gone through a few different owners. All of whom quickly resold due to complaints of the home being haunted.

Abigail asked, "Is the property registered under your name?" Lucia replied, "It is. But the Guzman family has been taking care of it. At that time, they bought a few units in the same residential area. Mine was just one of them. Now, I've left them and changed my name. And because of Xander, they don't dare to cause me any trouble. But I guess they'll try to take that property back." Abigail said, "The property is registered under your name. They can't just take it back as they wish. Don't worry. The Guzman family is currently struggling themselves. They don't have the time to try and take back your property."

I am a little confused by his act. "It's not hot anymore." During the night I had a fever again, but I took the pill the doctor prescribed. "I took some medicine." He remains silent for the rest of the trip, leaving me to read my book in peace. When we arrived, we went straight to the house where Boris lives. He has lived here for a long time, I imagine. It was a very big mansion. It had an incredible yard in front, where I could easily build a garden. As soon as we arrive, a woman quickly comes towards us.

Joshua intimidates her on his calls. "I already told you I'm not giving you a single penny from Harry, besides I don't have it, I don't have a single penny, only what I can get after the contract is fulfilled and that will be until two years from now, so there's nothing to do." "Look for you there is nothing to do, but for me there is, lean out the window, at the sale of your room and look towards the main courtyard of Harry's mansion" When he tells her that she feels a shiver run through her, indeed he was talking on the phone from the garden of the mansion, she just holds her head and walks away from the sale.

But the peace didn’t last long. Without warning, the door slammed open, and a group of four men and two women stormed inside. Their expressions were hard and unfriendly. Maya stood up quickly, her heart jumping. “What’s going on?” she asked sharply. One of the men stepped forward and waved a document in her face. “This property is no longer yours. You’ve failed to meet the new ownership terms. We’ve been authorized to remove all belongings.” “What?” Maya blinked, confused. “What terms? This is my studio!”