“My real estate fund is expanding. We have a
massive commercial project in the pipeline, but we need immediate liquidity to close the deal today. I
have drawn up an investment contract for you. $15 million. It guarantees you a
solid equity return and more importantly keeps the wealth inside the family where
it belongs.”
I stared at the thick legal document than up at my brother’s arrogant face.
You want me to give you
$15 million after you literally forced me out of my home last night so you
could use my living space as your office?”
Harrison rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair as if my
eviction was a funny misunderstanding.
Come on, Olivia. That was before we knew
you were sitting on a gold mine. You have 46 million liquid right now. 15
million is a drop in the bucket for you. Think of it as paying mom and dad back for everything they did for you and
helping your brother build a legacy. It is the least you can do.
I looked at my
parents. They were nodding in agreement, looking at me expectantly as if I owed
them this money. The sheer audacity of it took my breath away.
For years, I had funded their
lifestyle, and they had given me nothing but contempt.
I have paid this family
back every single day for the last 10 years,
I said, my voice steady and cold.
The answer is no, Harrison. I am not investing a single dime into your fund.
The fake smiles vanished instantly. The air at the table turned toxic. My mother
gasped, clutching her pearls in exaggerated shock.
Olivia, how can you
be so selfish? Your own brother needs this.
Harrison leaned forward, planting
his hands flat on the table. All pretenses of brotherly love evaporated,
and his face contorted into an ugly, threatening sneer.
“You think you can just walk away with
that money?”
he hissed, keeping his voice dangerously low.
You coded that
software on the laptop dad bought you in college. We paid for your food, your roof, your electricity while you built
this little startup in our backyard. Legally, we own 50% of your company.
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