My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
Richard pulled another paper from his file, a certified title search copy with a red rejection stamp across the header. “The title company ran a secondary search yesterday afternoon. They flagged the conflict immediately. Your quitclaim deed is completely void because the grantor had already transferred the property to the trust.”
“Wait,” Helen said, her sugary tone completely gone, replaced by a sharp, panicked rattle. “If the deed is void, what happens to the money Ashley received?”
“The private lender is already preparing a fraud notice,” Richard said. “They will be contacting the district attorney’s office by the end of the week.”
My father slowly sat down in his chair, his posture collapsing as he looked at the trust document. He turned to Ashley, his jaw tight.
“Ashley,” Charles said, his voice dropping to a low hiss. “What did you do?”
“I had to,” Ashley said, her voice shaking as she stared at the blue notary stamp. “The crypto market crashed, and the lenders were threatening to take my car. I thought we could sell the house before anyone noticed the discrepancy.”
