Which Got House Am I Novels & Stories

Baldo commented as he takes a look around the area. "Thank you but this house is not mine," I respond to him. "Aw? Is this your family resthouse?" Baldo asked but I just shook my head firmly. "No, it's sir Memo's family resthouse, he is my boss," I replied to him making him frown at me.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

However, without my connections and support, Lily's business started to decline rapidly. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and go around begging for business deals. Unfortunately for her, everyone knew about John's gambling habits, and no one dared to collaborate with her. Her company was on the verge of collapse. Then, the debt collectors showed up at their door. That was when Lily found out John had been using their house deed to borrow money for gambling. When she got the call, Lily was driving, and she stared daggers at John in the passenger seat. "You gambled again, didn't you?"

I tapped my card on the reader and walked into the apartment without looking back. The next morning, Sam sent a text message in our group chat. [Mindy, Hank showed up at my place yesterday too! He was waiting for two hours and begged me to go back to help him. I chased him out!] [Me too!] Autumn immediately sent a text message. [He even found my mom’s phone number and asked my mom to convince me! I’m so pissed off!] [Is he insane?] Patricia was speechless. [Why is he still trying when it’s so obvious?]

" I took a deep breath, bottling my rage. I could refuse to cough up the research I'd done on Larson Group, but that wouldn't do any good for the payback I'd planned for Noah and Isabelle. This was a long game, and my wholehearted performance was the key to winning it. Tapping on the screen, I punctuated each word with cold contempt. "Sure, no problem. Leave it to me." Noah was extremely pleased about this, but probably thought that he could take his disgusting behavior further.

Gilbert laughed and wrapped an arm around her. This house would be his soon. A place like this, in a neighborhood this expensive, was something he could never afford, not even in several lifetimes. Now, he could have it without lifting a finger. He swaggered inside like he already owned the place. When Calvin saw it was not me who had come back, he hurriedly ran back into his room. "Hey, kid. You're not even going to say hi to your dad?" "Here. Have some water." Nancy stepped in front of Gilbert, holding out a glass.

The car pulled into our apartment complex and rolled into its parking spot. Mom carried the cake box. Dad carefully held the Barbie doll. They smiled as they went upstairs, whispering about how they would surprise me. I followed them through the lobby, the elevator, the hallway, and finally through our front door. The living room lights came on. "Lily, we're home," Mom called, her voice bright. "Look what Mom and Dad got you!" No one answered. Dad placed the Barbie doll on the coffee table, right beside the cracked old one.

I said. “This is my house. You don’t come in here and tell me shit. Infact, get out! Get the fuck out!” he snapped, and I sighed. I really didn’t want to get in a fight… at least not now. I stepped closer until I was in his space. He took a shaky step backward. Dude wasn’t even meeting me eye to eye because obviously he was a couple inches shorter. “I’ll grab her and leave. Now, get the hell out of my way,” I said before shoving him. It wasn’t even hard, but both he and the girl crashed to the floor.

When my ninth “husband” got home, I was daydreaming on the couch. His cheerful voice disrupted my thoughts. “Annie, I’m home.” I angled my head to look at the man in the doorway. “Who are you?” I frowned, feigning confusion. “Are you my husband? I seem to recall my husband’s name being Lucien Rook.” The man froze for a second before retorting, “No! That’s… I’m your husband’s friend. Anneliese, don’t worry. I’ll call and get your husband to come home right now!”