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

I went up to the attic in a daze. I leaned against the door, my teeth chattering.

There was something wrong with my parents' death. I didn't even notice my potential enemies.

Now, they are sharpening their knives and pointing them at me.

I heard the laughter of my cousin and his wife downstairs. They had come back from outside.

This family was all ungrateful people. I couldn't stay here. I have to find evidence as soon as possible and send them all to jail!

But as soon as I went downstairs, my cousin’s wife called me and asked, “Why are you back?”

My cousin had gone to the bathroom, and she rolled her eyes at me, "Doesn't the company have a rule that you are not allowed to leave early? You are so bold. Do you really think our money is windfall?"

I sneered and glanced at her, "Yes, I think so."

All of their money was tainted by the blood of my parents!

"Why look at me like that?"

She was startled by my expression and suddenly came close to me and said, "Jesse, I have good news for you. I'm pregnant."

Before I understood what she meant, she took a step back, sat on the ground in a particularly funny way, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Husband, Jesse hit my stomach, my child——"

Tim rushed out of the bathroom while barely pulling up his pants and punched me in the cheek.

I fell to the side, trying to dodge, but he held me down and kicked me a few more times.

Fiona was sitting on the ground, snickering at me viciously.

Though held down by a grown man, I managed to raise my knee and hit him hard in the groin.

The next second, a shrill howl sounded, and he fell off me, rolling back and forth on the ground.

Fiona was startled and rushed to help him. I was gasping for breath, pressed the neighborhood security button for help, and dialed 911.

My uncle and aunt also rushed over. My aunt went to help Tim and asked anxiously how he was. My uncle looked at me and asked, "Why did you fight? Jesse, are you okay?"

The latter part of the sentence was perfunctory, and I didn't reply to him. I saw the security guard coming in and pointed at Tim, "He beat me for no reason. Please help me call ambulance. Thank you."

I was the head of the household recorded in the neighborhood system, so even if this family was a long-term resident, I would be the one who was given priority protection if something happened.

Tim was shaking with pain. Fiona first gritted her teeth and rushed towards me, "How dare you hit my husband? I will fight you, you little bitch!"

As a result, before she could hit me, she was stopped by the security guards.

My aunt also cried and wiped her tears, "Jesse, we are all family, what do you want to do?"

The uncle talked to the security guards and said, "This was our family affairs. You guys go back first."

The security guards ignored them. After all, I was the owner of the house.

I ignored them but quietly pointed my phone camera at them.

When I overheard them talking outside the door, I turned on the recording mode and never turned it off.

The police and ambulance arrived almost at the same time.

I explained the situation first, saying that it was Tim who attacked me and that I was acting in self-defense. Fiona then scolded me, "Bullshit, you hit my stomach first, and I'm a pregnant woman. You're killing me on purpose!"

When she said this, she also said to the police, "Officer, you came at the right time. This woman beat my husband and deliberately killed me. She was a scoundrel. She stayed in our house and wanted to harm our whole family so that she could take over our property!"

When I heard her say this, I was so angry that I laughed. Even the police were shocked and looked at me.

I looked at her and asked slowly, "You said I was coveting your family's property, but did you know that I am the owner of this villa?"

This time, not only Fiona but also my uncle and aunt were shocked. They were still at a loss and didn’t know whether to be happy about Fiona’s pregnancy or scared about me calling the police.

At this moment, he waved his hands quickly, "Jesse, stop talking..."

Unfortunately, I ignored his pleas. Instead, Fiona raised her voice sharply, "What did you say? How could it be yours? My husband showed me the property title deed! Besides, you are a poor fresh graduate whose parents have died..."

Before she could finish her words, I raised my hand and slapped her.

"Your parents are still alive, but why didn't they teach you to respect others?"

The police came over to stop me. Fiona was very excited and struggled to hit me. She was scolded by the police and said angrily, "Officer, this was a liar. Mom and Dad, please say something!"

My uncle and aunt didn't dare to speak. I took out the property certificate from my bag and handed it to the police, "This was my property certificate. The neighborhood security guards could also testify that the householder had always been me."

I looked at Fiona's incredulous expression and reminded her, "Oh, not just this villa, the company was also mine. My parents founded it and made a will before they died. All the shares are in my hands. It had nothing to do with your parents-in-law and your husband. In exact terms, you and your whole family are the ones who lived off me."