DARED
1263 Words
Glydon’s POV
“What the f**k, Chris? You have been cheating on me with this b***h!" I threw my purse at him while he stood protectively in front of her.
He knew how much I hated Lucy. My f*****g annoying neighbor who couldn't keep her hands to herself.
“It's not what you think, Glyn," he said, dodging my shoe thrown at him.
“I can't believe I trusted you. You son of a b***h! Get out of my house, right now!" I screamed at the top of my voice, fuming with rage from his betrayal.
Instead of leaving with his cheating slut, he posed proudly with his hands resting on his waist.
“Did you forget?" He smirked as Lucy handed him a signed paper. "I am the owner of this house, remember?"
I read the heading and cussed under my breath.
A Transfer of Property Agreement.
Two years ago, I had taken out a loan to buy the apartment and stupidly signed it under his name.
“You shameless bastard. I bought this house with my own money." I left out the part that I was still paying off the loan.
“Well, things have changed. I own this house, and you have nothing."
“I loved you, Chris."
“Oh, please, spare me that trash." He cut me off with a scowl. "Do you think I blindly fell for your tricks? I knew from the start that you were only using me to fill your pockets until I lost my job."
I stared at him, shocked and confused, unable to believe my ears. I had given up my comfort to support his dreams. I bought him a car with my first salary and even skipped my chance to leave the country, all because I couldn't abandon him when he was at his lowest.
“You will regret this!" I gritted my teeth, pained that I had foolishly loved a man who never had feelings for me. A complete waste of my five years!
Humiliated, I crossed the living room, about to enter my bedroom, when Lucy blocked my path.
“Not so fast," she snickered. "The only thing you are leaving this house with is the clothes you are wearing. That's gracious of me since you have nothing to your name anymore."
“Excuse me?"
“She is right," Chris added, taking her side. “Since I own this house, everything in it belongs to me. That's part of the contract you signed, Glydon."
“What? That's impossible."
I snatched the contract from him and read the fourth clause.
Everything within the house, including my personal belongings, automatically transfers to the owner of the house, and in any matter of dispute, the second party has no claim to anything.
“You should have read the contract thoroughly before signing it," Chris muttered in a cynical tone.
I didn't notice the clause before signing the contract. Love had made me trust him so much that I failed to realize the risk of being ignorant.
“This is inappropriate. You tricked me into signing this contract," I argued.
“What proof do you have? Besides, a contract is always a contract. No one forced you to sign it. You did so of your own free will," Lucy said with a cocky smile.
Her smile made me want to scratch it off her face. If only I could turn back time, I would kick this bastard out of my life for good.
“I made you stand, Chris. I can break you easily as well," I mumbled, digging my nails into my palm.
“Oops, sorry, but what can a wretched homeless b***h like you do? Chris got a new job as the manager of Lexie Cosmetics. What power do you have to break him?" Lucy cajoled, earning a kiss from Chris.
“If not for Lucy, I wouldn't have been able to land my new position. You heartless witch only thought about yourself. But she selflessly took out her time to get me a job," he praised her with so much admiration in his voice.
“Really? Is that what you think? Fine. You can keep the cheap house and all my property. Beggars like you need them anyway," I said, a knowing smile curving up my lips.
Lucy's face twisted with rage, giving me the joy I wanted.
“Who are you calling a beggar?" she fumed.
“You have gone too far, Glyn. This is why I never liked you. Always full of yourself and condescending to others," Chris grumbled, pointing an accusing finger at me.
Satisfied with my rage bait, I strode out of the house with my shoulders high. Chris kept yapping about his inferiority complex and how pathetic he was all because he couldn't stand my confidence. That's the only interpretation I needed.
Outside, Mr. Han stood by the entrance of the building with an entourage of black sleek cars. I raised my brows, confused by the dramatic display.
“Mr. Han..."
“Mr. Rognez has demanded your presence," Mr. Han informed me.
I rolled my eyes, exhausted by his persistence.
I had literally said no to him. Why did he keep chasing me?
“Tell him that..."
“Mr. Han."
Chris's voice echoed from behind. He pushed me aside and stood in front of Mr. Han, grinning sheepishly.
“What brought you here?"
“Don't be too hasty, Chris. It's obvious he is here to honor your new position as the manager of Lexie Cosmetics," Lucy boasted with a sleazy look on her face.
I scoffed, knowing they were about to humiliate themselves.
Mr. Han paid no attention to them. Instead, he walked past them and handed me a black card.
“Mr. Rognez has granted you access to the Westspring Villa. He will be waiting for you," Mr. Han said loudly enough for Chris and Lucy to hear.
“Westspring Villa? That's impossible. No one has ever been allowed to enter Westspring Villa. Not even a direct family member has been in it," Lucy muttered, shock evident in her voice.
“You mean the Westspring Villa that cost a fortune? There is no way someone as cheap and poor as Glydon would be granted access to the villa," Chris stated doubtfully.
I couldn't help but smirk at their bewilderment. Maybe playing around with Mr. Rognez wouldn't be a bad idea.
“Alright, Mr. Han. I will go with you, but under one condition," I affirmed, determination inherent in my voice.
“And what would that be?"
A deep voice interrupted the atmosphere, causing heads to turn in his direction.
Mr. Rognez stood tall in his black, creaseless suit, leaning against his black, limited-edition Maybach. His aura was filled with authority and power.
In three steps, he closed the distance between us.
I leaned in and whispered clearly enough for only him to hear.
“You want a wife, right? Then buy me this entire building, and I will sign the contract."
“That's all?"
He snapped his fingers at Mr. Han.
Without hesitation, he ordered, "I buy the apartment complex and have it put under Miss Parker's name."
“What!" Lucy yelled while Chris stood in shock, speechless like a fool.
In seconds, the entire fifty-two-apartment building became mine.
With a smug smile on my face, I strode up to Chris and said, "Now, I am your landlady. Hope you can keep up with the rent."
Satisfied with the pathetic look on Chris's face, I went back to Mr. Rognez and left for Westspring Villa.
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