Taking Down My Awful Relatives

Some utterly shameless relatives I barely knew had their eyes on my money. In the middle of the night, the family of three called and ordered me to bring them cash. When I refused, they waited until I was at work, pretended to be residents who’d lost their keys, and got a locksmith to change the lock on my home. Damn it! I told them to get lost, but they brazenly demanded three things: first, I had to transfer my car and house to them; second, I had to marry their short, ugly son and bear him a boy before they’d register the marriage; and third, after the wedding, I had to give his family fifty thousand a month for living expenses. Those shameless bullies thought they could take everything because both my parents were dead. Fine. Let’s see how I deal with them.