My parents treated me like Cinderella, giving me nothing while my half-sister got everything. One day, I found out they had stolen my inheritance. This discovery started my plan for revenge. I would make sure they regretted treating me badly.
It was another sad morning. I woke up late in my small, makeshift bedroom in the pantry. Stepping out, I saw the living room was a disaster. Last night, Alice, my half-sister, had thrown a loud party that kept me up. Cups, plates, and decorations were everywhere.
I started cleaning, feeling left out and jealous of Alice. She always got everything: attention, parties, and gifts. On my 16th birthday, I got nothing. It’s always been like that. I’m 18 now, and I’ve gotten used to the lack of love and attention from our parents.
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As I cleaned, I heard Alice’s voice. “Did you just wake up?” she asked, sounding annoyed.
“Yes, the music kept me up,” I replied, trying to stay calm.
“Are you blaming me? You know what will happen if our parents see this mess once they return from the cruise!” Alice snapped.
“Go to hell,” I said boldly, surprising myself. I had never talked back to her like that before.
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Alice’s face turned red as she tried to hit me, but I pushed her away.
“We’re done, Alice,” I said firmly. “I’m leaving. I’m 18, and I don’t have to stay here and be treated badly.”
Alice looked shocked. “You’ll regret this, Sarah,” she threatened.
Ignoring her, I went to pack my few clothes into a bag. My life’s belongings were so few they all fit into one small bag.
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But I still needed my documents from my parents’ room. It was a neat room I hardly ever entered. In their closet, I found a secret: my grandmother Amanda’s will. It said she had left me 2 million dollars. But my mom was supposed to manage it until I turned 18.
Reading the document, I realized my family had been using my money. My heart sank.
Then, hidden in an envelope, I found a letter from my grandmother and a true copy of her will. It said the money was only mine. My mom and Simon had lied and used my inheritance.
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I felt furious. I decided they would face justice. I planned to go to the police and get back what was mine. No more being ignored; it was time for them to answer for their actions.
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Suddenly, Alice grabbed the envelope from my hands. Then, she locked herself in the bathroom. Through the door gap, I watched her tear up the letter and flush it down the toilet.
“What have you done?” I cried out.
“You can leave our house now,” Alice sneered as she stepped out.
I was crushed. My evidence was gone, but I couldn’t give up. I decided to find a lawyer who could help me.