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After years of living under our HOA's iron fist, they finally crossed the line by raising my fees over having "too many cars" in my own driveway. What they didn't know was that I'd been quietly buying up the neighborhood properties for years, and now it was time to show Karen, our power-hungry HOA president, who really owned this community - but would she accept defeat gracefully when I revealed my secret? Welcome to my channel, please subscribe if you want more Karen and HOA stories. I never wanted trouble with our HOA. Really, I didn't. But when I found that bright orange notice taped to my front door last Tuesday morning, I knew this was war. My hands were shaking as I read it: "IMMEDIATE HOA FEE INCREASE - $500 MONTHLY - VIOLATION: EXCESSIVE VEHICLES ON PROPERTY." Three cars. That's what this was about. My work truck that I need for my construction business, my wife's SUV for her hospital shifts, and the used Honda we'd bought for our daughter's 16th birthday last month. Three perfectly normal cars in our own driveway. I watched through my kitchen window as Karen Mitchell, our HOA president, did her morning "inspection walk" with her little pink clipboard and measuring tape. She stopped at my driveway, pulled out her phone, and started taking pictures. Again. This was the third time this week. "Honey, she's out there again," my wife Sarah called from the living room. "Maybe we should just park the Honda in the garage?" "No," I said firmly, pouring my coffee. "We're not hiding our daughter's car like we're doing something wrong. The garage is full of Sarah's medical supplies and my work equipment - exactly like we explained at the last HOA meeting." That meeting. I couldn't stop thinking about how Karen had smirked when I tried to explain our situation. "Rules are rules, Mr. Thompson," she'd said, not even looking up from her phone. "Maybe if you can't afford proper garage storage, this neighborhood isn't for you." What Karen didn't know - what none of them knew - was that I'd been quietly buying up properties in our development for the past five years through my real estate investment company. Every time a house went up for sale, I made sure to use different LLC names for the purchases. It started as a smart investment strategy, but now it had become something more. I walked outside to get the mail, purposely taking my time. Karen pretended to inspect Mrs. Johnson's rosebushes while watching me from the corner of her eye. Poor Mrs. Johnson had been fined last month for having roses that were "too vibrant" and "disrupting neighborhood color harmony."
My phone buzzed - a text from my lawyer: "Property closing complete. You now own 67% of the development." I smiled, tucking the phone away as Karen power-walked toward me, her clipboard clutched to her chest.
"Mr. Thompson," she called out, her voice sickly sweet. "I trust you received our notice about the vehicle violation?"
"I did, Karen. And I have some questions about the legal basis for this fee increase." I kept my voice calm and professional.