Chapter 166 Harem Hole Ch1

• The house looked normal enough. Old brick, weathered shutters, a creaky porch that moaned under his boots. He held the keys in one hand and the letter in the other — Congratulations, Mr. Brooks. The family home is now yours. Please sign the final clause on arrival.
• He’d laughed when he read that line. A final clause. Like his uncle’s estate lawyer hadn’t buried him in paperwork already. But the house was free, the land was good, and he needed the break.
• The door groaned open on rusty hinges. Inside, dusk spilled across wooden floors, dust dancing in the last rays. He stepped into the foyer — big enough to swallow him whole. An antique table waited under a heavy chandelier, an envelope sitting dead center.