My Father Tried to Give My $320,000 Apartment to My Golden-Child Brother on My Birthday. He Thought I Would Sign Without Questioning Him—Until I Revealed the One Thing He Had Forgotten.

I needed and left.

But my silence only seemed to embolden him.

That Friday, I came home to find him standing outside my apartment building, leaning against the front door like he already lived there.

“Forgot your spare?” he asked with a grin, jingling a set of keys.

My stomach dropped.

I’d given my parents a copy when I first bought the place, just in case of emergencies.

Somehow, Daniel had gotten his hands on it.

I forced myself to stay calm, though inside I was furious.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I told him flatly.

He shrugged.

“Relax. I was just checking out my future place. Dad said it’s only a matter of time. I figured I might as well get used to the neighborhood.”

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I didn’t reach for the keys. I didn’t lunge at him.

I took out my phone, dialed the building superintendent, and spoke clearly into the