Chapter 4The Roommate Who Wanted My Family

"Excuse me?! If you're going to invite your friends over, the least you could do is ask me first! This is my house, you are just my roommate. Do you seriously think you own this place?!"

Chloe jumped up from the sofa. "Why wouldn't this be my house?! I'm their goddaughter, this is my home!"

"Godfather and Godmother literally told me to treat this place like my own home! They love me! You're the only one treating me like an outsider!"

"Chloe, do you really not understand the concept of being polite?!"

"Whatever, I'm done talking about this. My friends will be here any minute, and I don't want to fight with you. If you don't want to be here, you can leave."

"This is my house, why the hell should I leave?!"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chloe practically skipped over to open it.

"Omg, you guys are finally here! I was just about to order takeout, what are you craving?"

"I want steak!"

"I want sushi!"

Five girls walked in. Some were from other departments at our college, and a few looked like older girls she met working off-campus part-time jobs.

Chloe walked right over, snatched my phone off the table, opened a food delivery app, and started picking out a restaurant.

"Chloe, that's my phone!"

"I know! Oh, come on, my sweet little sister, your big sister's friends are here! You have to be a good host and treat them to a nice meal."

I held out my hand. "You host your own friends! Give me my phone back!"

"It's not going to cost that much, stop being so stingy."

I could barely walk, there was no way I could physically wrestle the phone away from her.

Chloe tapped on my phone for a few minutes, finalized the order, and tossed the phone back onto my lap.

"Thanks, sis!"

I picked it up and checked the receipt. Good lord, she had just spent nearly $600.

"How did you know my payment password?! And spending my money without my permission is literal theft!"

"You're being so dramatic! We're family, what's wrong with spending a little of your money? Besides, when I became their goddaughter, Godfather and Godmother didn't give me a traditional red envelope with money. Just consider this you giving it to me on their behalf."

"Did my parents ever agree to you being their goddaughter?! You just started calling them that on your own! My mom has corrected you so many times!"

Chloe acted like she couldn't hear me, enthusiastically serving her friends drinks and snacks.

"If you guys want anything else, just tell me! Don't be shy, make yourselves at home!"

She emptied out my entire stash of imported snacks, premium drinks, and expensive fruit to serve these random people. And they didn't hold back, lounging on the sofas, eating my food, and playing on my PS5.

The noise of their shouting and laughing made my head pound. I had no choice but to retreat to my bedroom, planning to confront Chloe and kick her out the second her friends left.

But night fell, and Chloe's friends showed absolutely no signs of leaving.

I couldn't take it anymore. I limped out to the living room and asked her, "Look at the time. When are your friends leaving?"

They had completely trashed my house. Fruit peels, wrappers, and crumpled tissues were scattered everywhere.

My blood pressure was skyrocketing.

"They aren't leaving! They're spending the night here."

"Hurry up and find some extra blankets and pillows. Since you're hurt, I won't make you sleep on the floor. My friends can just sleep on the floor in the living room."

So, I should be grateful I wasn't forced to sleep on the floor in my own house, while being forced to host a bunch of strangers and supply them with free food and drinks?

I was just about to lose my mind when Chloe suddenly grabbed my heavy winter coat and threw it over my shoulders.

"Do me a favor and go down to the convenience store to buy some soy sauce."

"It's the middle of the night! Why do you need soy sauce?!"

Without another word, Chloe physically shoved me out the front door.

With a heavy SLAM, I was locked out.

I had an electronic keypad lock. I punched in my passcode, ready to march back in and throw them all out.

But the light flashed red. She had engaged the manual deadbolt from the inside! My passcode couldn't open it!

I started pounding on the door. "Chloe! Open the door!"

I pounded as hard as I could, but no one came.

I called her phone, but she ignored it.

Furious, I pulled up the live feed from the security camera in my living room on my phone.

I saw Chloe and her friends laughing hysterically.

"Chloe, you're a savage! You really just kicked your 'sister' out of her own house! Now this massive penthouse is all ours!"

Chloe looked incredibly smug. "What 'sister'? She's just a stepping stone. Someday, her parents' money and this house will all belong to me!"

"Are you really that confident? Her parents aren't stupid, why would they give everything to an outsider? Aren't you afraid she's going to tell on you?"

"Let her complain! I'll just say I couldn't hear her knocking, give a fake apology, and it'll all blow over."

"You guys don't even know, I intentionally made Emma slip and fall so she couldn't go on their vacation, and they didn't even blame me."

"But didn't you say her mom is still pretty suspicious of you?"

"As long as her dad likes me, that's all that matters. Worst case scenario, I'll just get myself a new godmother."

The group erupted in raucous laughter.

My lungs felt like they were going to explode. She wanted to steal my inheritance AND replace my mom?!

Who the hell did she think she was?!

Once I calmed down enough to think straight, I immediately dialed 911. "Hello, police? I'd like to report a home invasion!"