Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 6 Garrett thought he still had cards to play. He wasn't signing anything. Not yet. He'd stall, move some assets around, buy himself time. Classic playbook. He still thought I was the woman who'd believe his excuses. The second he left that hotel, he was already on his phone-calling his buddy at the dealership, lining up a quick sale on the Audi. Then he'd hit the bank, pull out the investment accounts, maybe wire some cash offshore. Easy. Except when he rolled up to the lot, the guy wouldn't even look him in the eye. "Sorry, man. Vehicle's flagged. Some kind of legal hold.

Can' touch it." Garrett's jaw tightened. "What do you mean, flagged?" "Dunno, dude. Says here it's under a court order. Property preservation or something." He peeled out of there, tires squealing, and gunned it straigh to the bank. Walked up to the counter, demanded a full withdrawal from his brokerage account. The teller typed for a few seconds. Frowned. Typed some more. "I'm sorry, sir. This account has been frozen." "Frozen? By who?" "It says here... by court order. All accounts under your name His face went white. That's when he called me.

I was sitting on the couch, peeling an orange for my daughter. Let it ring twice before I picked up. "Jane! What the fuck did you-" "Oh, hey Garrett." I pulled apart a slice. "Guess I forgot to mention-I work in financial risk management. Filed for asset protection two days ago. You know, just in case you tried something stupid." Silence. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 3.8% Then I heard Patricia in the background, shrieking like a banshee. "Don't you dare give in, Garrett! She can't do this! You're entitled to half!

Drag it out-she'll crack first!" I almost laughed. They really thought I'd crack. They showed up at the penthouse an hour later, all of them, ready to camp out and make my life hell. Garrett punched in the door code. Beep. Incorrect password. He tried again. Same thing. Tried the backup code. The old code. His birthday. My birthday. Nothing. Melissa started pounding on the door. "Jane! Open up! This is our home too!" I wasn't even there. I was at a hotel with my daughter, watching the whole thing on the security camera feed. But the building's security guard was. He walked over, all business.

"Excuse me, folks. Ms. Carter notified us yesterday. Locks have been changed. You're not authorized to enter. If you don't leave, I'm calling the cops." Garrett's face went from red to purple. "Authorized? I live here!" "Not according to the deed, sir. That's Ms. Carter's property." "I put money into this place!" "Then you can take that up in court." Melissa burst into tears. Patricia started yelling. Garrett kicked the door so hard I thought he'd break his foot. Didn't matter. They left. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa!

3.9% They ended up at a Motel 6 off the highway. Garrett's cards? All canceled. He had maybe two hundred bucks in cash. For people who'd been living rent-free in a penthouse, eating at steakhouses twice a week, it was a freefall. And I still wasn't done. Two days later, Garrett's phone rang. His boss. Well, technically, the head of HR. "Garrett, hey. Listen, we need to talk. Your... personal situation... it's starting to make waves. Some of our clients have seen the news coverage, and frankly, it's not a good look for the firm. We think it might be best if you took some time. You know.

To handle things." Translation: You're fired. Garrett tried to argue. Tried to explain. Tried to promise it would all blow over. They weren't interested. I'd made a few calls. Pulled a few strings. Nothing overt-just a quiet word here and there to the right people. Because here's the thing Garrett never understood: ? His reputation? His entire lifestyle? built on being Jane Carter's husband. ut me, he was just another mid-level finance bro with a gambling problem and a messy divorce. Nobody. By day three, the cracks were showing.

I could hear them through the motel wall-I'd booked the room next door, just to watch the show. Melissa was the first to snap.. "This is your fault, Patricia! You just had to start shit over those stupid red envelopes! Now we've lost everything, and my brother's in jail!" Patricia's voice came back, shrill and defensive. "Oh, I'm the problem?! Maybe if your deadbeat brother hadn't been squatting in that house, none of this would've happened!" P CO 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa!

4.1% "Don't you dare talk about my brother-" "Your brother's a criminall" Garrett's brother jumped in, voice rising. "Both of you, shut up! The only thing that matters now is Garrett getting Jane back-or we're all screwed!" "Get her back?!" Melissa laughed bitterly. "Are you kidding? She hates us! She's not coming back!" "Then we're fucked!" I sat there, back against the wall, listening to them tear each other apart. The "loving family." The people who'd smiled at me over dinner, who'd taken my money, who'd trashed my house. Now they were clawing at each other like rats in a sinking ship.

And I felt nothing. Not anger. Not pity. Just cold, quiet satisfaction. They'd earned every second of this. (1) (0) 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 4.3% 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.