My Boyfriend's Childhood Friend Turned My Apartment Into A Rental

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat.

[The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?]

[Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!]

[Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?]

My heart sank.

Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings.

What was happening?

I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded.

My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money.

When they saw me, everyone started laughing.

“What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location?

“Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!”

I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it.

However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed.

“You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?”

The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me.

“This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.”

The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police.

“Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

Was this even still my home?

I had hired famous architects to design it, and it was all ruined. My furniture that cost millions of dollars had gone missing. Prissy was walking through the narrow corridor with a string of keys in her hand and collecting rent money.

When she saw me, she sneered. “Charlene, why are you here at my rental apartment?”

I was shocked.

“You did this?”

Prissy glanced at me and shook the keys before my eyes. It was as if she feared I would not see them.

“What? Aside from me, who else would be so nice?”

When she said that, many people popped out of the rooms and praised her for being beautiful and kind.

“If Prissy hadn’t felt bad for us for staying in our school hostel without air-conditioning and kindly rented us her place, we wouldn’t have been able to stay in such a comfortable and luxurious place!”

“That’s right. She’s only asking for 200 dollars a month. She’s really serving the people!”

“I heard that Jacob gifted Prissy this place. Charlene, both of them find you annoying. Why are you here?”

I was livid.

Why was I there?

I kicked the fragile door of the partitioned room and yelled, “This is my house! All of you, get out!”