35. Venus Island
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2024-10-24 18:15:30

Ivy wished she could live in a house as beautiful as the castle was. Not only would it earn her more respect among the society, people would definitely see her like she was a whole lot more rich than they had thought. But alas, not all wishes were granted.

Or at least that was what she thought.

"Van, a word please?" She led him to another part of the house so it would be just the two of them. "What are you doing?" She demanded. She wasn't angry, she just couldn't believe it.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Van, do you have any idea how much this place would cost?"

"Yeah but if this is going to be our forever home, won't you think we should go for the best?"

"And how about the rent? How are we going to take care of that?"

"Rent? There's no need for that. I was never looking for rentals to begin with, I'm buying the place."

Ivy's jaw dropped in utter shock. "B-buying the place?" Was that even possible? All the residents of Venus island lived in rentals.

The owner of the estate
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