"Oh, and that New Year's Eve dinner? It cost your brother eighty-eight thousand. You should chip in for that too."
Looking at that entitled expression on her face, I couldn't help but laugh.
"You know what, sis? You're absolutely right. If someone's living in another person's house, they should pay for it."
Her eyes lit up. "You agree?"
I let out a cold scoff.
"But the one who should be paying isn't me. It's you."
Her expression froze mid-smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I tapped the table slowly, deliberately.
"This villa is mine."
"I've let you all live here rent-free out of family courtesy. But since you're so concerned about boundaries, let me draw some clear ones. You have one week to move out."
I paused, letting that sink in.
"Of course, if you'd like to stay, that's fine too. Ten thousand a month. Family discount."
"Oh, and that New Year's Eve dinner? I picked up the tab. Don't forget to pay me back."
The color drained from her face. She completely lost it.
"You're lying! There's no way this house is yours!"
