“Since you love numbers so much, go handle the bill like always.” My mother smirked during my sister’s extravagant bridal dinner. They treated me like the family servant while spending millions I secretly controlled.

died on my birthday.

At exactly 6:00 PM, violent pounding rattled my front door. I opened it to find my mother and Megan standing on my porch looking furious enough to kill me.

“What kind of twisted game are you playing?” my mother hissed as she shoved past me into the foyer. Her grip on her designer purse was so tight her knuckles looked bone white.continue reading …