When our grandmother gave my brother and me equal investment portfolios, she hoped to secure our futures. While I let mine grow, my brother cashed his out at 19 for a new car. Years later, he and his girlfriend came demanding a share of my success.
At four, I got my account, and Liam, at 16, got his. Our dad managed them until we were old enough. Liam cashed out his $15,000 at 19 for a new Honda, while I wisely invested mine. By the time I had full control, my portfolio had grown significantly, but Liam had nothing left but regrets.
Over the years, I helped Liam when he struggled financially—rent, bills, loans. Each time, he promised it would be the last. But when he kept messing up, I started seeing the pattern. Then came the night Madison knocked on my door.
She demanded I share my wealth, claiming it was unfair that I had more than Liam, even though he spent his money. I refused, telling her he chose to squander his share. Her anger was palpable, and she threatened me, saying I’d regret it.
A week later, I received a letter claiming that I was legally obligated to share my wealth with Liam. Madison had forged it, pretending to be a lawyer. My lawyer confirmed the letter was fraud, and Madison was fired from her law firm.
A week later, Liam and Madison came to my door, desperate for money after her job loss. I refused to help. Madison insulted me, but I shut the door on them. The next morning, I found all my tires slashed. I reported it to the police and gave their names. My lawyer confirmed they were in deep trouble, and I felt no guilt. They tried to take what was mine, and now they would face the consequences.