Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 7 The money hit my account three days later. Eight hundred grand. I stared at my phone screen for a solid minute, watching that number just sit there. Real. Final. Mine. I didn't feel happy. Didn't feel vindicated. I just felt... lighter. Like I'd been holding my breath for years and could finally let it out. I screenshotted the bank notification and dropped it in the family group chat-the one that had been radio silent since the hotel lobby blowup. Didn't say a word. Just the screenshot. That was enough. Patricia called before I even locked my phone. I let it ring once. Twice.

Then picked up and held the phone a few inches from my ear. Good thing I did. "EIGHT HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS?!" Her voice came through so loud I swear people in the next room could hear it. "You sold it?! You actually-that was our house! You had no right! You give us that money right now, you selfish little-" I hung up. Blocked her. Went back to my coffee. Next morning, she was outside my office building. And she'd brought backup. I spotted them from the break room window-a whole crew of people in bright yellow vests holding up this massive 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me?

Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 4.5% banner across the sidewalk. Big block letters, red paint: "CRUEL WIFE STEALS FAMILY HOME-MOTHER-IN-LAW LEFT TO DIE" Patricia was sitting on the ground in front of it, sobbing into her hands, shoving flyers at anyone walking by. I could see my face printed on them from ten floors up. I grabbed my coffee. Stood there watching. Didn't feel a thing. I didn't go down there myself. That's what lawyers are for. I'd already briefed Marcus the night before-our head of legal, the guy who smiles when he's about to ruin your life.

Gave him copies of everything: the deed, the prenup, the bank transfers. Told him to handle it however he wanted. He walked out at 9:15 on the dot. Suit pressed. Glasses gleaming. Briefcase in hand. He stopped right in front of Patricia, who was mid-wail, and just stood there until she looked up. For a second, I saw hope flicker across her face. She thought he was there to negotiate. cus smiled. Mrs. Carter. I'm Marcus Chen, Ms. Carter's attorney. I'm here to clarify a few things for you." Patricia started to say something. Marcus kept going. "First-that house you're talking about?

Jane bought it herself before the marriage. Paid in full. There's a prenup. Your son has zero legal claim to it. Neither do you." A few people in the crowd stopped to listen. Patricia's face turned red. "Second-what you're doing right now? This?" He gestured at the banner. "Defamation. Harassment. Disruption of business. We've already called the cops. You've got five minutes to leave, or you're getting arrested." Patricia shot to her feet, jabbing her finger at him. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 4.7% "You can't do this! That money belongs to my son!

She stole it from us-" Marcus cut her off. "Third-and you're really gonna want to hear this part-Jane s suing your son for three hundred fifty-seven thousand dollars." Silence. Even the people holding the banner stopped moving. Patricia's mouth fell open. Marcus adjusted his glasses, still smiling that cold, polite smile. "That's the amount Garrett transferred out of their joint accounts over the last few years. Money he sent to you. To his siblings. To his girlfriend." He paused. "So not only are you getting nothing from that sale-Garrett's about to owe Jane a hundred seventy-five grand.

Plus interest. Plus legal fees." He let that land. "And if he doesn't pay? Wage garnishment. Destroyed credit. He won't be able to rent an apartment or lease a car without that debt hanging over him." Patricia's face went from red to white to gray in about three seconds. he swayed. ou're lying," she whispered. Marcus pulled a paper from his briefcase. Held it up. "Court filing. Submitted yesterday. Case number's right here if you want to look it up." That's when she dropped. Not dramatically. Just... crumpled.. Knees gave out. Eyes rolled back. Hit the pavement.

One of the vest people screamed. Someone yelled for 911. I watched from the window as paramedics loaded her onto a stretcher, one of those flyers with my face on it still clutched in her hand. An hour later, my phone rang. 12.20 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then een Your Hands Off My Villa! 4.9% Unknown number. I almost ignored it. But I picked up. "Hi, is this family for Patricia Carter? She was just brought into the ER-looks like a stress-related stroke, minor but she'll need monitoring. We need someone down here for intake and billing." I looked out the window. The protesters were gone.

The banner was crumpled on the sidewalk like trash. "I'm not family," I said. The nurse hesitated. "Oh-sorry, the contact info we had-" "Try her son. Garrett Carter." I hung up. Blocked that number too. 1 Then I went back to work. I wasn't being cruel. I was being clear. She made her choices. Stood by while her son drained me dry, while his family wrecked my house, while my kid got umiliated in public. ow she wanted me to save her? Her hospital bills, her recovery, her son's debt-none of that was my problem anymore.

I'd spent years being the good wife, the understanding daughter-in-law, the woman who kept everyone else happy. That woman was gone. And I wasn't bringing her back. (1) (0) 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa! 5.1% 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.

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