"Honestly, a place like this in this neighborhood? You'd be looking at thirty thousand a month on the rental market, easy. Ten thousand is the family discount." She straightened in her seat. "But going forward, you'll need to pull your weight around the house—groceries, cooking, cleaning, picking up and dropping off Leo. All of it."
"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."