I accidentally overheard my parents plotting to change the locks on my inherited apartment in Riverside Park while I was away on a business trip to London. They planned to sell my home to pay off the mounting debts of my younger sister Chloe, who had ruined another business venture. This apartment was a precious gift from my grandfather Arthur, who deeded it to me before passing away as my only secure sanctuary. Instead of confronting them in their mansion in the Hills of Oakridge, I quietly left and drove straight to my apartment to prepare my defenses against their betrayal.I pretended everything was normal during family lunch on Sunday and confirmed my upcoming departure, but I actually rented a nearby boutique hotel room instead of leaving the country. Over the next two days, I installed hidden security cameras throughout my home and filed a preliminary theft report at the local police precinct. On Tuesday morning, my security system alerted me to a locksmith van arriving, and I watched on my phone as my parents, sister, and cousin Maya broke into my home. They immediately began sorting through the belongings of my grandfather, excitedly preparing the space for a real estate photographer.

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