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"You're scamming me," Agatha snapped, arms crossed as she glared at Kyle. "This is my house." Kyle scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing." He held up a thick folder and tapped the deed with his finger. "My name's on this paper. Legally." Agatha yanked her own set of documents from her bag and practically shoved it in his face. "Well, so is mine." They stood in the middle of the empty living room, tension thick enough to suffocate. The air smelled of fresh paint and sawdust, yet all Agatha could focus on was the infuriating presence of the man in front of her-the same Kyle Reyes who had ruined her college years with his insufferable arrogance, the same Kyle Reyes who had disappeared without a word, and now, the same Kyle Reyes who was claiming her house. He exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath before meeting her gaze. "Look, clearly, we've been scammed. No way they sold this house to both of us." Agatha's jaw clenched. "Obviously. But I'm not leaving. I paid for this, and I have nowhere else to go." Kyle leaned against the wall, arms folded. "Neither do I." Silence. A war of glares commenced, neither backing down. Agatha refused to be the first to blink. This wasn't just about the house anymore-it was about everything he'd ever done to her, from their petty college arguments to the way he made her feel like she was losing a game she didn't even know she was playing. Kyle smirked, that same infuriating smirk that made her want to throw something at him. "Guess we're roommates now." "Over my dead body." "Don't tempt me, sweetheart."
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