Chapter 8 - The Final Eviction
"Jack, please," his father sobbed pathetically, completely stripped of his arrogant pride. "We have nothing left. We can't afford our mortgage without my pension. We're going to lose our house."
"That sounds like a personal financial problem," Jack whispered coldly, entirely devoid of human mercy.
"We are your parents!" his mother shrieked, tears of pure, unadulterated terror pouring down her face. "You have to take care of us! Let us move into the guest room!"
"I bought this house to finally have a sanctuary away from the parasites who drained my life," Jack stated clinically, his deep voice carrying the crushing weight of a true titan.
He didn't yell. He didn't offer a dramatic speech. He simply pointed his steady, firm finger directly at the open front door.
"Get off my property," Jack commanded flawlessly. "If either of you ever step foot on my driveway again, I will have you arrested for trespassing."
His parents completely broke down. They had absolutely zero leverage, no money, and no golden child to protect them. They were entirely, irreversibly bankrupt.
They slowly, humiliatingly dragged themselves out the front door, completely destroyed by their own toxic greed.
Jack stepped forward and violently slammed the heavy front door shut, the loud, solid click of the deadbolt echoing across the quiet living room.
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He was finally alone.
👉 Six months later, the toxic monsters received their absolute, final consequences.
