My Cousin's Family Lives in My House and Wants to Kick Me Out

When the villa was being renovated, it was designed by my mother. Her love for me was reflected in every detail. The master bedroom was the one she was most satisfied with, and she selected all the furniture herself.

But she didn't get to see what it actually looked like.

Later, when my uncle and aunt moved in, I specifically told them that they could choose any room except the master bedroom.

But now, someone had moved into the master bedroom without my consent. It was filled with large photo frames, and the decorations were changed. As soon as I entered, I could smell a strong and pungent scent of perfume.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over. When I turned around, my aunt was kneeling in front of me.

"Jesse, listen to my explanation. When Fina got married, she insisted on living here, saying that she couldn't get married if she didn't. Jesse, please feel sympathy for your aunt. It's not easy for Tim to marry. We have emptied our family's savings. If she doesn't want to, the money we have spent will go in vain..."

My aunt was crying as she spoke, and even my uncle beside her was sighing. My aunt grabbed my sleeve. I suppressed my anger and went to help her up first.

"Aunt, get up first."

Making an elder kneel down in front of me? That wasn't my style.

But the aunt refused to get up, kneeling on the ground, and cried about her difficulties, "Your useless, incompetent cousin got hooked on Fiona, that his marriage almost cost all our family's savings. I don't want to follow her wishes, since this was your house. But, I really had no other choice, Jesse. Please forgive me!"

When she cried like this, my uncle wiped his face and said, "Before, when you were abroad, I wanted to tell you about this, but your aunt wouldn't let me do so. If I knew the situation would turn ugly like now, why did we not cancel Tim's marriage. We won't give a damn about the money that had been put in. I am really guilty and ashamed, Jesse!"

My uncle was about to bang his head against the wall, but I quickly stopped him, "Uncle, calm down, let's discuss this... let's discuss this."

It was just a master bedroom, anyway. How could I force this old couple to seek their death for it?

"I'll stay in another room for now, but you need to explain this to them as soon as possible."

They didn't want to lose face, which was understandable.

But I didn't expect that they would let me stay in the attic.

"This was arranged by your sister-in-law, but don't worry, Jesse. I will tell her the truth as soon as possible. Please, just bear with it for a while, okay?"

I suppressed my anger and gritted my teeth, "Okay, one month at most. Auntie, if you don't do it, I will do it myself then!"

Because of what my aunt said, I didn't bother with my cousin and Fiona for the time being, but I didn't expect that she would become even more aggressive.

"It's nice to live in someone else's house. what a cheeky beggar!"

"I was wondering why the fortune teller said I would encounter a jinx this year. It turns out this is how it is!"

I was busy with job-related matters and ignored her words. My uncle and aunt had already promised it, so I didn't bother to argue with her over this.

Unexpectedly, when it was time for dinner, she simply removed a chair.

"I'm sorry, there are only four chairs that could be used in the house, and there was no place for you to eat."

Fiona's expression was full of malice, "Why don't you eat while standing?"

I glanced at her and asked, "You know I ordered and paid for today's dishes, right?"

After spending a few years abroad, my obsession with homeland food reached its peak. My uncle and aunt were reluctant to spend too much money, so in order to stuff my stomach, I ordered all the meat for the dishes from a supplier that specialized in supplying raw materials to five-star hotels. The price was high, but the meat was fresh and delicious.

Fiona's face froze, and then she frowned, "So what? Do you think you are justified in living in my house?"

After being scolded last time, she had been picking on me. Now that my uncle and aunt were not around, she was even more blatantly aggressive, "If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, get out. Do you really think I have to serve you?"

I didn't want to talk to this kind of person anymore, so I turned around to leave. Then I saw Fiona throwing a handful of sugar wrappers on the ground, "Sweep the floor before you leave. You're living here for free, so at least do some work."

I stopped, turned around, and smirked at her.

The next moment, I picked up a plate on the table and threw it to the ground with a bang.

The soup splashed all over Fiona, and before she could react, I threw away the rest.

Fiona didn't react for a moment until I smashed all the dishes on the table. She pointed at me and yelled angrily, "Jesse, are you crazy!"