When my grandmother gave my brother and me identical investment portfolios as children, she hoped to secure a stable future for us. But while I allowed my portfolio to grow, my brother cashed it out to buy a new car. Now, years later, he and his girlfriend have come to the house demanding a share of my success.
When I was four and my brother Liam was 16, our grandmother set up investment portfolios for both of us. She wanted to give us a good start in life.
Our father managed the accounts until we were old enough to take them over ourselves. Liam got access first.
At 19, he cashed out his entire portfolio — about £15,000 — and bought a brand new Honda. He was so proud of it, showing it off to his friends, revving the engine as if it made him a millionaire.
I was younger, so I had more time to think. I saw Liam burning through his money without a second thought. I didn’t want that. So when I turned eighteen, I asked Dad to help me invest wisely. He did. We put some of the money into Apple, as well as other stocks, and let it grow.
By the time I took full control, my portfolio had grown into something big. Bigger than I could have imagined. Meanwhile, Liam’s car was long gone, as was his money.
I didn’t rub it in. I wasn’t that kind of person. But the difference between us became obvious. I had wealth. He had regrets.
For many years, Liam had financial difficulties. He never saved or planned. He always lived in the moment, spending what little he had. And I helped him.
When he lost his job and fell behind on his rent, I covered it.
When his car broke down and he couldn’t afford to fix it, I sent him money.
When he got into trouble — something like an unpaid loan and a very angry creditor — I bailed him out.
Each time, he promised it would be the last.
‘Just this once, brother. I swear,’ he would say.
At first, I believed him. I wanted to. But after the third, fourth, fifth time? I saw a pattern. He never changed.
One evening, I confronted him.
‘You keep blowing your money,’ I said. ‘What’s your plan?’
Liam laughed as if I had just asked him to solve world hunger. ‘Plan? I just need to get on my feet. One big break, and I’m set.’
I sighed. ‘You always say that.’
He smirked. ‘And you always help.’
That was the problem. I did help. And he knew it.
I tried to stop. But then he would call, desperate. ‘Just this once, I promise.’
And I would give in. Every time.
But then something happened that changed everything. It all started with a knock on my door.
It was late at night. I wasn’t expecting anyone. When I opened the door, there stood Liam’s girlfriend, Madison.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk on her face. She was neatly dressed, as if she had just come from work, but there was nothing but arrogance in her eyes.
‘We need to talk,’ she said, squeezing past me before I could say a word.
I turned, closing the door behind her. ‘Do we?’
She sighed sharply. ‘Listen, I’ll get straight to the point. You got a lot more than Liam. It’s not fair.’
I stared at her. ‘He got as much as I did. He just spent his.’
She said mockingly. ” You had a dad who invested in you. Liam didn’t have that chance.”
I folded my arms. ‘He could have. But he chose not to.’
Madison’s smirk faded. ‘Are you seriously going to keep all that money while your own brother struggles? Why don’t you share?’
I shrugged. ‘I didn’t force him to blow fifteen thousand.’
Her lips twisted. ‘You’re being selfish. He’s family. He needs your help.’
‘I’ve helped him a lot,’ I replied. ‘Rent. Bills. Helped him out. But this?’ I shook my head. ‘No way.’
She took a step closer, lowering her voice. ‘You’ll regret this.’
Anger slowly rose in my chest. ‘Get out.’
She blinked. ‘Excuse me?’
‘You heard me.’ I pointed to the door. ‘Get out. Before I throw you out.’
Her face contorted with rage, but she turned on her heel and ran out, slamming the door behind her. I thought that would be the end of it.
I was wrong.
A week later, I found a letter in the postbox. It looked official: thick cream-coloured paper, printed in formal language.
At first, I thought it was junk mail. Then I saw Liam’s name.
I sat down and began to read.
The letter stated that our grandmother had ‘intended’ for the investments to be divided equally between us in the future. Since Liam’s portfolio was only worth £15,000 when he spent it, I was ‘legally and morally obliged’ to give him half of my portfolio now.
Then came the threat.
‘If you refuse, legal costs and penalties will eat up your half anyway, and you’ll be left with nothing.’
I burst out laughing. They were bluffing.
And then I noticed something else. At the bottom of the letter, Madison had signed her name, indicating that she was a legal professional.
I raised an eyebrow. Of course, she worked at a law firm. But she was a secretary, not a lawyer.
I picked up the phone and called my solicitor.
‘You’re going to like this,’ I said, reading the letter aloud.
There was a long pause. Then he laughed. ‘Oh, how rich.’
‘She’s bluffing, right?’ I asked.
‘Oh, definitely. But I’m going to check something out. Give me a day.’
I smirked. ‘Sounds good.’
I wasn’t going to let it go. If they wanted a fight, they were going to get one. But I didn’t have to do anything because Karma got it first.
A few days after I sent the letter to my solicitor, he called me back.
‘Oh, this is better than I thought,’ he said, barely suppressing a smirk.
I leaned back in my chair. ‘Tell me.’
‘Your brother’s girlfriend? Madison? She’s not a solicitor. She’s a legal secretary. But that’s not the best part.’
I raised an eyebrow. ‘There’s more?’
‘Oh, yes. She faked the details in the letter. She altered the letterhead, exaggerated her position, and made it look like an official legal notice.’ He let out a low whistle. ‘That’s fraud.’
I blinked. ‘Wait, is that really fraud?’
‘Yes. And you know what? I forwarded it to her law firm.’ He chuckled. ‘They didn’t appreciate it.’
I smirked. ‘What happened?’
‘They fired her on the spot.’
I let out a long sigh. ‘Wow.’
‘Yeah, and trust me, this is just the beginning. She could be in serious legal trouble over this.’
I shook my head in disbelief. ‘Did she really think she could fake a lawsuit?’
‘She really thought you were stupid enough to fall for it,’ he corrected.
I laughed. ‘She must have learned that from experience.’
‘Looks like it.’ He paused. ‘So what now?’
I smirked. ‘Now? I’m waiting.’
A week later, there was another knock at my door.
When I opened it, I saw Liam standing on the doorstep, looking as if he hadn’t slept in days. His usual confident smirk? Gone. Instead, he looked… desperate.
‘Hi, mate,’ he began, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Can we talk?’
I sighed. ‘What do you want, Liam?’
He hesitated, then stepped aside. Behind him stood Madison, arms crossed, looking furious.
‘She lost her job,’ Liam muttered.
I feigned surprise. ‘Really? How shocking.’
His jaw clenched. ‘Come on, mate. She screwed up, okay? But we’re in a bad spot. She’s in debt, serious debt.’
I leaned against the doorframe. ‘And that’s my problem because…?’
He looked me in the eye. ‘I need help.’
I laughed briefly. ‘You mean money.’
He exhaled sharply. ‘Yes. A loan. Just something to help us get out of this mess.’
I shook my head. ‘Unbelievable. First you try to deceive me. And now you’re asking me for money?’
Liam looked down at his feet. ‘It’s different now.’
‘No,’ I said firmly. ‘It’s exactly the same. You screwed up and you expect me to bail you out.’
Madison snorted derisively. “Come on. You have more than enough. You’re just greedy.”
I raised an eyebrow. ‘Greedy? You literally tried to steal from me.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Whatever. Enjoy your hard-earned money.’
I didn’t say another word. I just slammed the door in their faces.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel guilty about it.
The next morning, I stepped outside and froze.
All four tyres? Slashed.
Deep, jagged cuts, as if someone had worked on them with a knife. I crouched down and ran my finger along one of the cuts. The rubber was completely destroyed.
All my last remnants of guilt? Gone.
I took out my phone and called the police.
The officer arrived within an hour, looked at the damage and nodded. ‘Do you have any idea who might have done this?’
I laughed briefly. ‘Oh, I have a very good idea.’
I gave them both names.
Later that day, I called my solicitor. The moment I told him about it, he actually laughed.
‘Oh, this is getting better and better,’ he said. ‘You do realise we’ve recorded her threatening you with legal action?’
I smirked. ‘Of course I do.’
‘It’s open and shut,’ he said. ‘Between fraud, vandalism, and threats, they’re both in trouble now.’
Fine. I’m tired of playing nice.
Liam and Madison thought they could take what belonged to me. Now they’re going to learn the hard way that actions have consequences.
