I bought a house without telling my family. While on a trip, a neighbor called Your driveway...

I bought a house without telling my family. While on a trip, a neighbor called Your driveway is full. I checked the cameras. My family was hosting a party. I sent one message to my husband. He arrived 10 minutes later and they all went pale. My stomach flipped. I had closed on the house just two weeks ago.
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 Nobody, not even my family knew I bought it. I'd been saving the reveal for when I got back from this trip. With Shaking Hands, I opened the security app. My throat went dry as the live feed loaded music thumped from the backyard. Speakers, lights were strung across the porch on the patio. Jason, my brother, raised a beer high.

His other arm wrapped around our cousin like this was his celebration inside. I spotted Megan, my sister, clinking glasses, as if she owned the place. My mother, Linda, was perched at the kitchen island laughing with a wine glass in hand. My father Thomas was holding court in the living room telling old stories like this was his house.

My pulse hammered as I swiped to the next camera. My brand new sofa, untouched until now was buried under muddy shoes and greasy plates. Bottles littered the counters. Someone had even left a stain across the rug. I picked out myself. Heat burned up my throat, equal parts, rage and betrayal. These were the same people who told me I'd never get it together.

Who sneered? When I said I was saving for a house, they called me reckless, irresponsible, and now they were partying in the home I worked for. I could almost hear their voices mocking me. Lauren, you'll never manage on your own. And here they were, drinking, laughing, living it up in the very proof that I could.

I clenched my jaw teeth grinding. I couldn't get there in time, but I didn't need to. I opened my messages and typed just four words to my husband. There in the house. The dots appeared instantly. His reply was short, sharp on my way. My eyes locked on the feed. 10 minutes later, headlights swept across the driveway.

The front door creaked open, and Daniel stepped inside. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to. The room froze the second they saw him. Jason's beer slipped from his hand. Meghan smirk faltered. My father's story died on his lips. My mother blinked. The laughter drained from her face. Daniel's eyes scan the room like steel, calm, steady, dangerous.

He was the storm they hadn't seen coming. And as I sat miles away, watching the camera feed my lips curled into a cold whisper meant only for me. Now let's see them explain this. The silence was deafening. The music still thumped faintly from the backyard speakers, but no one dared move as Daniel Mitchell stepped into the living room.

He closed the door behind him slowly the soft click echoing like a gunshot. Jason was the first to find his voice, though it cracked. Mid-sentence. Uh, Daniel. Hey man. What are you doing here? Daniel's eyes narrowed, scanning the mess, plates balanced on my brand new sofa. Mud tracked across the polished wood floors....,
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