Chapter 2 - The Deed of Deception
The heavy silence in the dining room was suddenly deafening.
Patricia scoffed loudly, nervously swirling the expensive champagne in her crystal glass.
She demanded to know what kind of ridiculous joke I was trying to play on a holiday.
I slowly unfolded the crisp legal document and placed it squarely on the center of the dining table, right next to the ruined turkey.
I announced clearly that it was the official property deed, proving that I had secretly bought this massive house when they faced total bankruptcy three years ago.
Mark aggressively stood up, his face flushed with a mixture of pure embarrassment and sudden rage.
He pointed a shaking finger at me, shouting that they had paid me back every single penny for that quiet loan.
I shook my head calmly, explaining that they had only paid the basic interest, which meant I was still their legal landlord.
Our mother gasped loudly, clutching her chest as she looked back and forth between her two warring daughters.
Patricia slammed her glass down on the table, the fragile crystal shattering violently against the hard wood.
She screamed that I was a bitter, jealous woman trying to ruin her perfect family image in front of her son.
I reminded her that she was the one who had just allowed her child to treat me like garbage.
Mark aggressively grabbed my arm, harshly whispering that I needed to pack my things and leave their property immediately.
I yanked my arm away from his painful grip, my blood boiling with years of suppressed, righteous anger.
I coldly informed him that as the legal owner, I was formally giving them a thirty-day notice of eviction.
Patricia began to hyperventilate, desperately looking at our mother for any kind of support or rescue.
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Leo suddenly stood up from his chair, his young face confused and angry.
He looked at his father and loudly asked why they were getting kicked out when Aunt Sarah still owed them for the terrible accident.
