Betrayed After Getting Rich Overnight Chapter 05

Betrayed After Getting Rich Overnight Chapter 05

Chapter 5 Good Daughter

Now the illusion had finally shattered, and that last shred of hope I’d been clinging to was gone for good.

Honestly, I felt lighter. Like I could actually breathe again.

This time, I checked into a nice hotel. A really nice one.

I didn’t have to pinch pennies anymore just to scrape together twenty thousand dollars to send home every month.

I stretched out on the soft hotel bed and scrolled through Twitter. Autumn had posted another update.

“Okay guys, update. Successfully kicked that annoying freeloader out of the house. But she’s refusing to hand over the settlement money. What do I do?”

Someone in the comments asked what our relationship was and why Autumn thought she deserved any of it.

Autumn’s response was all over the place. She claimed I was just some orphan her mom had helped out years ago, that I was trying to steal her mother away from her, take over their assets, constantly harassing her mom, and mooching off them for free.

I laughed bitterly at my phone screen.

At least she knew precisely where she stood in all this.

My phone was blowing up with messages from relatives trying to talk me down.

“Summer, honey, we’re family. Blood is thicker than water. It’s Christmas for crying out loud. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

“Summer, that’s your mom! Why are you fighting with your own mother?”

“Your mom only gets on your case because she cares about you! Mothers and daughters don’t stay mad at each other!”

“You’re a grown woman. How can you be so immature? Running away from home like some teenager!”

“You need to get yourself home right now and apologize to your mother!”

Mixed in with all those messages was an Instagram post Felicia had put up on

purpose.

The photo showed the four of them together, three generations making heart signs with their hands, all smiles like some perfect happy family.

The caption read, “At least my Autumn knows how to respect her mother. Unlike certain ungrateful brats out there! From now on, she’s my only daughter!”

The comments section was packed with relatives piling on with their lectures.

This was Felicia’s signature move.

She’d post something on Instagram to get the whole family worked up, and then they’d gang up on me. They’d pull the elder card and guilt-trip me about being a good daughter until I caved.

Even when I hadn’t done anything wrong, they’d push and push until I admitted fault and gave Felicia whatever she wanted.

But that trick only works on people who actually give a damn what they think.

And I didn’t care anymore.

I forwarded Autumn’s Twitter post to the family group chat and tagged Michael, Felicia, and Autumn.

‘Congrats, Autumn. Mom and Dad are all yours now. The house too. Your annoying distant relative won’t be freeloading at your place anymore or getting in the way of your perfect little family of four.”

After I sent that, I posted the formal disownment letter.

I told all our relatives that I was cutting ties with them for good.

All the money I’d given Michael and Felicia over the years, plus the house I’d

bought them, could be my way of thanking them for raising me.

Two point one million dollars total. I’d done more than enough.

From now on, Michael and Felicia only had one daughter. Autumn. It was her turn to take care of them.

Then I left the group chat.

Felicia started blowing up my phone. I blocked everyone.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

The next day, I hit up the mall and bought myself the designer bag, dresses, and skincare products I’d always talked myself out of getting. Then I treated myself to dinner at that expensive steakhouse I’d been avoiding for years.

I went to the amusement park and rode the carousel and Ferris wheel, all the rides Mom and Dad only ever took Autumn on when we were kids.

I even bought myself that 300 thousand dollar BMW 3 Series Autumn had been obsessing o over.

I’d spent the first half of my life sacrificing everything for this family and never had a life of my own. That was gonna change.

I decided it was time to get myself a real home, so I started browsing listings online.

I found the perfect place pretty quickly. A luxury riverfront apartment in a newly developed area with top-notch amenities and gorgeous views all around.

The prices weren’t quite as insane as the major cities, but a unit still ran at least seven million.

When I walked into the sales office, I looked too casual. The agent who was supposed to help me took one look, rolled her eyes, and dumped me on some intern instead.

After checking out the model unit, I was sold. The one I wanted was on the 28th floor, about 2,150 square feet, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river

and the park. It was move-in-ready, fully renovated, and everything was included.

The master bedroom had its own bathroom and a massive walk-in closet. There was even a soaking tub.

Meanwhile, in that three-bedroom place I’d worked my ass off for years to buy, Autumn got the master suite with the private bath. Timothy took the bigger guest room, and my parents got the smaller one.

And me, the person who actually paid for the whole damn thing, I was stuck in the storage closet that barely fit a cot.

What a joke.

‘I’ll take this one,” I said. “Full payment upfront.”

The intern’s eyes went wide. “Wait, seriously? That unit’s seven million!”