Interesting

«No, Vasya. I own this apartment. And only I do. You only breathe and sleep here as long as I allow it. Do you understand?»
She had lost her medical license and was living in a homeless shelter, cooking soup for the destitute. No one could have predicted that one night, the very family who had ruined her life would come knocking at her door.
A childless woman defied the town’s spiteful gossip and adopted an abandoned baby whom the entire village branded as «cursed.» Her choice shocked the community, but no one could have predicted what would happen in the years that followed.
They found a man by the river with no memory and no ID—his mind was a blank slate, but he had magic in his hands. When he started doing things with them that his brain couldn’t even remember, the locals were just floored.
The housekeeper had fallen asleep with her infant right there on the hospital cot. When her wealthy, high-rolling boss showed up, he caused such a scene that the nurses are still talking about it.
«Am I your maid, and one who just happens to have her own apartment? You haven’t even proposed!» Katya declared, putting her foot down. «And is the coffee not ready yet?» Denis snapped, tapping his fingers irritably against his empty mug. «A decent woman would get up early for her man, anyway.»
«Relax, Mom. She’s already sold the apartment. Now I just need to push her to transfer the money. And we’ll have four million in our pockets!» «Son, you really have a professional touch when it comes to playing these women,» his future mother-in-law said from the kitchen, sounding pleased.
«I am not signing any documents. And I am certainly not gifting you my apartment,» Lara declared to her mother-in-law in the notary’s office. «Please, just sign here,» the notary said, sliding the papers toward Lara. Her mother-in-law leaned across the desk immediately. «Why are you reading that again? It’s just a standard formality, Larochka. Everyone does it.»
«Excuse me, but why on earth should I move out? This is my apartment!» At that moment, her mother-in-law was already bringing in her daughter’s suitcases.
“Either I’m moving in with you, or my son packs his bags and comes back to me!” his mother-in-law declared. “Either I’m moving in with you, or my son packs his bags and comes back to me!” she repeated coldly, laying a real estate contract on the table.