My Blind Date Wanted My House,Then Tried to Destroy MeChapter 1
I paid cash for the full-floor luxury condo at Cedar Court and posted on Instagram to celebrate.
Sebastian Lambert—a blind date I'd met exactly once—blew up my phone with fifty voice messages.
"You stupid bitch! Who gave you permission to buy property before the wedding? Trying to keep me out?"
"A woman buying property wrecks the feng shui. When you can't give me a son, how are you going to make that up to me?"
"Put my name on the purchase contract right now and bring me the keys!"
Every word dripping with the certainty that he was owed this,
and it made my skin crawl so hard I nearly gagged.
"I spent my own money on this place. What the hell does it have to do with you?"
Half an hour after I sent that reply,
Sebastian showed up at my door with his mother, Christine Finch, and the two of them hammered on it like they meant to break it down.
He screamed from the hallway:
"Your money is my money! You belong to me!"
"I'm telling you to transfer this place into my name as our marital home. If you don't, I'll blast it all over the internet that you're a scarlet woman!"
"You've got ten minutes to get out here and beg on your knees. Otherwise, you can come crawling later and I still won't marry you!"
I laughed, cold and sharp,
and forwarded the security camera footage to my father, a detective captain.
"Dad, there's a terrorist attacking your daughter."
……
Dad was on assignment out of the province, but he recognized the man instantly: the blind date my aunt had sobbed and screamed at me to meet a few weeks ago.
A vein pulsed at his temple. He called the local precinct immediately,
told me not to open the door, and started racing back.
The mother-son pair outside must have heard, because not only were they unfazed, they got louder.
"Who are you calling a terrorist? Is this how a cop's daughter treats her future in-laws?"
"Don't think we can't see it. The money you used for this place is dirty, isn't it? Your daddy embezzled it!"
Christine was getting more and more worked up. She whipped out her phone and started recording.
"People online hate corrupt officials more than anything! If you know what's good for you, open this door and come with us to the title office."
"Otherwise I'm reporting him to Internal Affairs, and your father can rot in prison!"
The blood rushed straight to my head.