Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 4 That night, sleep didn't come easy. The next morning, I woke to the hotel phone ringing. "Ms. Hayes, I apologize for the disturbance." The front desk manager sounded uncomfortable. "There are several individuals in the lobby claiming to be your family. They're quite... agitated. They're demanding to see you." I walked to the window. Looked down at the hotel entrance. Patricia was front and center. Garrett stood behind her, looking miserable. Derek and Melissa flanked them, the boys trailing along. The whole Carter clan, assembled like they were storming a castle.

Garrett must've used our shared location before I blocked him. Smart. But not smart enough. "Let them wait," I told the manager, and hung up. I wasn't going to rush. I sat at the vanity. Did my makeup slowly-foundation, eyeliner, lipstick. The works. Put on my black Chanel suit. Dressed Emily in her burgundy velvet dress. We looked perfect. I knelt down in front of her. "Listen to me, baby. Some people downstairs are going to be loud. They might say mean things. But I need you to hold my hand tight and not let go, okay?

No matter what happens, I've got you." She nodded, her fingers already gripping mine. Forty minutes after that first call, I walked into the lobby with Emily at my side. There was already a crowd. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.3% Hotel guests hovering near the elevator banks, pretending to check their phones while they watched. The second Patricia spotted me, the performance started. She collapsed onto the marble floor. Just dropped, right there in the middle of the lobby. And then she started screaming. "Look at this! Everyone, look!

My son's wife is throwing me out of my home! The day after Thanksgiving! She's selling the only place I have to live! She's trying to kill me!" She was slapping the floor with both hands. Wailing. People were staring now, whispering to each other. A few had their phones out. Derek was filming too. His phone was propped up on a chair livestreaming the whole thing. I could see the caption on his screen: "FAMILY DRAMA: Daughter-in-law kicks elderly MIL out on Thanksgiving" He thought he could shame me into backing down. Use the crowd. Make me look like the villain. He'd miscalculated.

I didn't react. Didn't even look at Patricia. straight to the security manager. He was already moving toward us. ed this area cleared," I said. My voice was calm. Steady. "And that man"-I pointed at Derek-"needs to stop filming. He's violating my privacy." The manager nodded once. Gestured to two guards. They moved toward Derek. "Sir, you'll need to turn off the camera." Derek tried to pull away. "You can't tell me-" They didn't argue. Just took him by the arms and walked him to the edge of the lobby, away from the crowd. Derek's phone was still on the floor, screen dark now.

I'd brought copies of everything. Just in case. I didn't think I'd actually need them-but here we were. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.4% I pulled the folder from my bag. Held it up so everyone could see. The crowd was still watching. Some had their phones out. "This woman just told you I'm selling her home." I opened the folder. Pulled out the first document. "Here's a copy of the property title." I held it high enough for people in the back to see. Pointed to the name printed at the top. "Jane Mitchell. That's my maiden name. Purchase date: May 2019.

Three years before I married Garrett Carter." "Legally, this is my separate property. It has nothing to do with his family. And what I choose to do with it is my decision." I pulled out the next stack of papers. Bank statements. Three years' worth. "She also said I abandoned her. These are records of every payment I've made to this family." I flipped through them slowly. Page after page. Car payments for Derek. Medical bills for Patricia. "Emergency loans" that were never repaid. "Her supplements and spa memberships. His brother's business bailouts.

All of it adds up to just over three hundred thousand dollars." The crowd erupted. hundred grand?" shit." "And she still-" I kept going. "I gave them that money. And two nights ago, at Thanksgiving dinner, this woman looked at my five-year-old daughter and told her she didn't know her well enough to give her a gift." I pulled out my phone. Hit play. Patricia's voice echoed through the lobby. Every word crystal clear. "Why does she need that fancy preschool? She's just going to get married and leave anyway. It's a waste of money.

We should be putting that money toward the boys' college funds-that's what actually matters." "Jane spoils her. Treats her like some kind of princess. Honestly, it's embarrassing. After everything I've done for this family." 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.6% The mood shifted instantly. People who'd been watching Patricia with sympathy seconds ago were now staring at her with open disgust. "That's sick." "She took three hundred thousand and then said that about the kid?" "What kind of grandmother-" The whispers turned into open criticism.

Derek saw it happening. Tried to push past the guards. "That recording is fake! She edited it!" They didn't let him move. Just held him in place. Patricia was still on the floor. She'd stopped performing. Just sat there, staring up at me like she couldn't believe this was happening. My phone rang. Video call. The realtor. I answered. Put it on speaker. "Jane-we've got a problem." His voice was tight. "I'm at the property with the buyer, but there are people inside. won't open the door." lest tightened. Show me." He flipped the camera. On the screen: my Clearwater house.

The front door hanging open. Inside, the living room I'd spent months decorating looked like a disaster zone. Beer bottles scattered across the coffee table. Cigarette burns on the leather couch. Pizza boxes stacked by the TV. Three men were playing poker at my dining table, shirtless, laughing. A woman I'd never seen before was out on the balcony wearing my bathrobe, cracking sunflower seeds and spitting the shells onto the deck. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.7% And one of the men at the table-I recognized him. Melissa's brother. My jaw locked.

They hadn't just been using my house. They'd invited their entire extended family down for a free vacation! I didn't hang up. I turned the phone toward Garrett. His face had gone pale. Then I turned it toward the crowd. Toward Derek's dropped phone, still lying there on the marble floor. My voice was calm. "Garrett. That's breaking and entering. Property damage. Those are crimes." I looked at him. He wouldn't meet my eyes. "So here's what's going to happen. You have two options." I pulled up my contacts. Found 911. Held the screen up so he could see it.

"Opti ne: you call your family right now. You tell them to get out of my house, clean up the mess, and leave the ounter." ty thumb over the call button. on two: I make this call. The police show up. Your family gets arrested for trespassing and vandalism. And I all sell the house." I looked him dead in the eye. "Choose." (7) (0) 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa! 2.9% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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