I walked into the shed, closed the door behind me, and sat down slowly on the narrow folding bed.
For a few seconds, I just listened.
Laughter echoed from the house. Music blasted. Glasses clinked.
They were celebrating.
In my house.
I let out a quiet breath… then opened my laptop.
First thing: documents.
The villa? Registered entirely under my name.
Not shared. Not inherited. Not gifted.
Mine.
Second: my lawyer.
I typed a short message:
“Urgent. Unauthorized occupation of my property. I want immediate removal proceedings initiated first thing in the morning.”
Sent.
Third: control.
The “smart home system” I had installed months ago suddenly became very useful.
Cameras. Locks. Power distribution.
All connected.
All mine.
At exactly 11:38 PM, I started.
The gates locked first.
Then the Wi-Fi dropped.
Music cut mid-song.
Inside the house, confusion spread like fire.
“Hey! What happened?”
“Why did everything shut off?”
Then—one by one—the lights went out.
Living room.
Kitchen.
Hallways.
Darkness.
