Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 3 That night, the streets were quiet. Most people were home, full from dinner, settling in for the long weekend. I drove us to the Ritz-Carlton. Checked into a suite on the twentieth floor. Emily didn't say much in the car. When we got to the room, she changed into the soft hotel robe, climbed into the king-sized bed, and was asleep within minutes. Her face was still blotchy from crying. I sat on the edge of the bed. Brushed the hair back from her forehead. "You're safe now," I whispered. "I promise.

No one's going to make you feel like that again." Watching her sleep, I felt something settle in my chest. The doubt. The guilt. The voice that had been telling me to just keep the peace-it was gone. I was done keeping the peace. Once I was sure she was out, I finally looked at my phone. Forty-three missed calls. A hundred and twelve texts. 11** The family group chat-**"The Carter Family -had been blowing up for the past two hours. I opened it. Started scrolling. Linda (Garrett's aunt): [Jane, what on earth are you thinking Patricia is beside herself. She's having chest pains because of you.

How could you do this to her on Thanksgiving?] Ron (Garrett's uncle): [This is ridiculous. You're a grown woman. Patricia raised Garrett. She opened her home to you. And this is how you repay her? By throwing a tantrum and walking out?] Sarah (Derek's cousin): [Look, I'm sure Patricia didn't mean anything by it. You know how she is. Just let it go-it's not worth ruining the holidays over. Come back and apologize. Family's family.] I kept scrolling. More of the same. Every single message was defending Patricia. Not one person had asked if Emily was okay. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me?

Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 1.5% Chapter 3 I set the phone down. My jaw was tight. I wanted to throw the thing across the room. But that wouldn't help. Instead, I opened my voice memos. Found the one from Easter dinner back in April. I'd left my phone on the kitchen counter by accident-recording the whole time Patricia and Melissa were talking in the next room. I hit play. Made sure the volume was up. Then I sent it to the group. Patricia's voice came through, clear as day: "I don't know why Jane's wasting money on that preschool. It's not like the girl needs it.

She's just going to get married and leave anyway. We should be putting that money toward the boys' college funds-that's what actually matters." "And honestly? Jane spoils her. Treats her like some kind of little princess. It's embarrassing. I've tried to bond with the kid, but she acts like I'm a stranger. After everything I've done for this family." Ninety seconds. But it was enough. I watched the chat. Saw the three dots appear as someone started typing. Then stop. Then start again. Then nothing. Five minutes went by.

Then a few people started typing-distant relatives who usually stayed quiet during family fights. Cousin Mark: [Patricia, that was pretty harsh. Emily's your granddaughter just as much as the boys are.] Aunt Beth: [Yeah. She's five. That had to hurt.] Patricia didn't reply. I could picture her right now. Bet her face was something. I muted the chat. Done watching them squirm. My phone rang. The realtor. "Jane! Okay, so I just posted the listing on my feed and I already got a call. Guy's in Clearwater right now, actually staying near the property.

He wants to come see it tomorrow morning." "Do it." 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa! 1.7% "Perfect. So-he's serious. Says he's ready to move if the numbers work. What are you thinking?" "Take fifty thousand off." "WHAT?! Jane, you don't need to do that. That place will sell full price, easy." "I want this done fast. All cash, seven-day closing. No delays, no negotiations. I'm not giving them time to interfere." There was a pause on the other end. Then he understood exactly what I meant. "Oh. Yeah. Okay. With that kind of discount, cash won't be a problem.

I'll call him now." I hung up. Took a screenshot of our conversation-the price drop, the timeline, everything. Sent it to Garrett. Added one line: "Tell your mom to pack her things. She's got a week." Three seconds later, he was calling. His name lit up my screen. I looked at it. Felt nothing. This wasn't a discussion. I declined the call. Then I blocked him. Patricia too. Derek. Melissa. All of them. Quiet. I walked to the window. The city spread out below, cold and bright. Behind me, Emily was still asleep. Her breathing was soft and even. I opened my laptop.

Pulled up the file I'd been keeping locked away. [Divorce Agreement - Draft] [Last saved: May 22nd.] I'd started writing it the day after Patricia told me Emily's birthday party was "too much for a girl." Said we should've saved the money for the boys' future instead. I'd told myself I was overreacting. That I'd delete it eventually. I never did. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 1.9% Tonight, they'd made the choice for me. I started going through everything. The Clearwater property. My name. My money.. The investment accounts.

Every dollar I'd put in, tracked and dated. I had records for all of it. And I was taking every cent back. (5) (0) 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.1% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.