A night with the twin billionaire

Evicted

I stood outside the apartment, watching as the last of my things were tossed onto the sidewalk. The sky above was cloudy and gray, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. Mr. Thompson, my landlord, didn’t even glance my way as he locked the door behind him.“This is your final notice, Sophia. I gave you more time than I should’ve,” he said, his voice sharp and unforgiving.I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Please, Mr. Thompson. I just need a little more time. My mom’s surgery is next week, and—”“I’ve heard it all before,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You’re already two months behind. I can’t wait any longer.”I wanted to scream, to beg, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. His mind was made up. I glanced down at the suitcase and the few bags scattered on the sidewalk—my whole life, reduced to a handful of belongings. The slam of the apartment door echoed in my chest, like the final nail in the coffin.I was homeless.For a moment, I stood there, frozen in place. I co...