Chapter 4 - The Vandal
I bolted out of the rocking chair and stared at the security feed on my phone.
Karen had returned to the mansion and realized her access code no longer worked.
Instead of walking away, she had retrieved a heavy metal tire iron from her trunk.
She was violently smashing the reinforced glass panel next to my heavy mahogany front door.
"Molly, wake up!" I yelled, rushing into the guest bedroom.
My sister jolted upright, instantly rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes.
I shoved the phone into her hands so she could watch the destruction in real time.
Karen successfully shattered the glass, reached her arm through the jagged hole, and unlocked the deadbolt from the inside.
She confidently pushed the door open and walked into the grand foyer like she owned the place.
"Call the police right now," Molly shouted, already grabbing her coat.
"Tell them an intruder just physically broke into your residence."
I dialed 911 rapidly, explicitly stating that a violent break-in was occurring at my address.
Because I reported a forced entry with property damage, the dispatcher promised an immediate emergency response.
"We have to go meet the officers," I told Molly, securing Ivy safely into her portable car seat.
We drove through the early morning fog, reaching my neighborhood just as two police cruisers pulled up to my driveway.
I stepped out of Molly's car, introducing myself as the sole property owner.
I showed the officers the digital deed on my phone and the clear video footage of Karen smashing the window.
The police officers drew their weapons and carefully entered the shattered front doorway.
Molly and I waited nervously by the police cruisers, hoping this nightmare was finally ending.
A few minutes later, the officers walked out of the house, escorting a highly agitated Karen.
She was not in handcuffs, and she was yelling aggressively at the officers.
"I told you, my brother owns this house!" Karen shrieked wildly.
"She is a crazy, hormonal ex-wife trying to steal our family property!"
The lead officer walked over to me, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
"Ma'am, we have a very complicated situation here," the officer said with a heavy sigh.
"This woman claims she is a legal tenant, and she just presented this signed residential lease agreement."
I snatched the paper from the officer’s hand and scanned it quickly.
It was a poorly typed lease document, completely backdated to six months ago.
Brent had fraudulently signed his own name as the property landlord.
"This document is completely fake," I told the officer firmly.
"My husband does not own this house, and he has absolutely no legal authority to lease it out."
The officer shook his head apologetically, stepping back from the escalating argument.
"I understand your frustration, ma'am, but we cannot verify property ownership disputes on the scene."
"Because she has a signed lease and personal belongings inside, she possesses established squatter's rights."
"You will have to take her to civil eviction court, which normally takes about ninety days."
Karen smirked at me victoriously from the front porch, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You can't touch me, Tessa," Karen taunted loudly.
"Brent told me exactly what to do if you tried to throw your weight around."
The officers formally documented the broken window but ultimately refused to remove her from the premises.
They drove away, leaving me standing in the cold driveway with my sister and my baby.
I realized with absolute horror that I could not legally sell the house today.
The cash buyer explicitly demanded vacant possession, and Karen was legally entrenched like a parasite.
My phone rang, breaking the heavy, suffocating silence of the morning.
It was Jennifer, calling to confirm the sale documents were fully prepared.
"Tessa, we have a massive problem," Jennifer said before I could even explain the police encounter.
"I just ran a deep background check on the private investor Brent is dealing with in Miami."
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"He isn't just a shady businessman."
"Brent just borrowed two million dollars from a ruthless, violent cartel front."
