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Rich Hot Stranger I Used To Know

Declan Mercer left Maplewood Heights at sixteen as the kid with taped glasses and a backpack full of coding books — he came back at twenty-eight in a blacked-out Range Rover, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and a deed to the house directly across from yours. Now your landlord just sold your building and the only open door on the entire street belongs to the boy you used to share lunch with, who is looking at you like you are the only thing in this suburb worth buying. You have thirty days to find somewhere else to live — or to figure out why the most eligible man in the zip code just happened to move back to your exact block.