The Sharehouse Novels & Stories

“I love the interior design.” “I knew you would,” he said with a proud grin. “That’s why I brought you here.” “Who owns this place? I’ve never heard of it before. And it doesn’t even have an online presence.” “This place is exclusive, like I told you,” Jace replied. “My family owns 65% of the shares here. It’s run by three families, but we’re the largest shareholder. Technically, we own it.” I was taken aback. “Wow, that’s impressive. How many businesses do you even own, Jace? I’ve lost count.”

Not only did it demand that I leave with nothing, it even stated that I had no claim to the house. "I'm not accepting this." I grabbed his arm before he could walk away, my voice icy. "When your family bought this house, I paid a total of seven hundred thousand for the down payment and the loan. And now you're telling me I have no share? My name is on the deed." Wade just shrugged. "So what if your name's on it? That seven hundred thousand you gave went into renovations. The down payment and the mortgage were paid by me. If you want a share of the house, then go ahead and take all the furniture."

She cleared her throat before speaking. “Well, you and your husband were in a contract marriage before, right? According to the papers you both signed, properties cannot be shared no matter what. The only thing that will be split is what he promised you from his father’s properties, which of course you have now in your name. That includes this house and some parts of the shares of the company,” she said. I nodded and was trying to wrap my head around where I was going and how it was supposed to benefits the both of them.

'Is it really as serious as a lawsuit? Cassie touched the bracelet on her hand, and her eyes were unclear: 'What you outsiders don't know is that Javen's father gave me 15% of the shares of Smith's House, but Javen feels that this belongs to Smith's House. If you want to divorce, you must return these shares.'

However, the home door opened, and automated speech began. ‘Hello, good lady. From the inside, please contact Share House.’ Mirawadee walked into the house through the front door, which was shut. Without considering the potential return. To look at it, the label that was connected to it has vanished. Two feet swept over a big contemporary European-style home, walking straight. She may see gardens with antique fairy tale sculptures on both sides. She may find an enormous fountain with lovely statues at the front. “Come on in, we’ve been waiting for you.”

He just stared at her. “Don't think that my threats are worthless. I mean every word I just said,” she added. “Fine, I have heard what you said. Now, can you leave my house?” “Not yet. I'm not done. I still need your shares. It'll be a sort of compensation to me.” “Please, I'll compensate you with anything, but I can't just give you my shares. It's a fixed share,” Robert replied. “Fixed share?” “Yes, an inherited one. It can't be given just like that. How about I give you one of my hotels in the heart of the city?” he asked.

If they angered her, they might not even have a place to act as their shelter as they were completely penniless. The mother and daughter duo picked up the keys and reluctantly entered the extremely dilapidated housing in the slums according to the tag on the key. - Meanwhile, at Terran Construction. Although the public relations department had already dealt with the matter, it continued escalating. ‘Mysterious individual with the last name Marsh sells 15% of shares at a low price.’ ‘Another mysterious individual purchases 12% of shares at a low price.’ These two pieces of news made the shareholders restless, and they all went to the company one after another.

I said and smacked my lips. “Don’t refuse to take anything from me. I know you are an independent person and I really appreciate your hard work and passion. But you are my legal spouse. You are my wife, Tessa and it makes you a rightful share holder of my assets. Please, allow me to transfer a few properties including this house and 22% stocks share in my company.” I told her what I have initially planned for her. She blinked her eyes. I could notice that she was trying to blink her tears away.

She wouldn't even consider the Smith Group as an option, at least not anymore. There was a brief silence from the other end of the line before he offered, "How about I give you a few shares if you start working for us?" Shares? She couldn’t help but straightened her back, suspecting that she had heard wrongly. Her older siblings both held shares in Smith Group's, and as such, they received cash and share dividends every year. Even Madeline held a few shares from the company. Back then, they had refused to give her even one share, saying that she had to earn her way up herself. Although pitifully late, the shares could come in handy for her in the future.

He said "Sign this document. It will transfer the mortaged shares today." Timothy was loathed to sign the paper. But in the end he had no choice whatsoever. After affixing his signature, he threw the document back at Mr. Hanes. He said "This is not the end of Westhouse, not by a long shot!" Rick then shot back "Thank you Mr. West. Just so you know, with this 40% of shares added to the 15% that I already own, that gives me 55% of the total company shares. I am now the largest single share holder. Therefore the company is now mine to manage. You and all of your family members are to remove yourselves from the company at once!"