I Bought My Dream Beach House After Selling My Company. Less Than One Night Later, My Son Called To Inform Me I’d Be Sleeping Upstairs Because His Wife’s Entire Family …

Brandon’s face went from panicked to terrified. Melissa stared at him like he’d just confessed to a crime.

“I see,” I said calmly. “Well, Mr. Sterling is not authorized to represent me. If someone has been providing information about my property without permission, that’s concerning. Should I file a report?”

Brandon made frantic no gestures.

I pretended not to notice.

“Let me think about it,” I told Janet. “Thank you for calling.”

When I hung up, Patricia tried again, still clueless. “About those towels—”

“Get out,” I said, quiet but clear.

Patricia blinked. “Excuse me?”

“All of you,” I repeated. “Pack your things and leave my house.”

Brandon stood, anger flaring like he could still bully me. “Mom, you can’t be serious. We’re family.”

“Family doesn’t impersonate the homeowner to real estate agents,” I said. “Family doesn’t threaten nursing homes. Family doesn’t invite strangers into someone else’s house and demand service.”

I walked to the front door, opened it, and held it there.

“You have two hours,” I said. “If you’re not gone, I call the police and I call Janet back.”