My father’s millions, which he had plenty of, were supposed to secure my future. I never cared about money because he always provided everything for me. That, however, didn’t mean I didn’t make any money myself, but having him near provided me with a sense of stability.
Since my mother passed away, my grandmother, Loretta, was the one who raised me. My dad was busy running his company, and it was grandma who took care of me and taught me everything. She, however, has always been very strict – someone who demanded I live by her rules.
Every now and then, she would make comments about my posture, reminding me to sit straight because I was a lady. All she has ever wished for was to turn me into a mini version of herself, and I didn’t object because I didn’t want to get in trouble.
Sadly, my dad passed away recently.
It was then that my grandma advised me I should invest his inheritance wisely and secure my future. But on the day my father’s will was read, both my grandma and I were left in complete shock.
As the lawyer went through the will, he said, “As per your father’s wishes, his estates go to Brenna.”
“Brenna!?” I said. “But who is Brenna?”
The lawyer then turned to me and said Brenna was my father’s other daughter.
“Wait, what?” I asked, totally puzzled by his words. “I have a sister!?”
His answer was a resounding yes. He assured me my dad wished I knew about my sister sooner, but he didn’t have the courage to tell me.
As I stood there frozen, my grandma grabbed me by my hand and said, “Go find that Brenna girl and force to do what’s right. That estate belongs to us.”
I didn’t care about the estate as much as I wanted to learn more of my father’s other child. At the end of the day that other daughter was my blood, my sister…
Before I knew, I found myself in front of Brenna’s modest home. I didn’t know what to expect, I just knocked on the door and hoped for the best.
The door was opened by a beautiful young lady who greeted me with a smile on her face.
“You must be Mona,” she said, “Please come in.”
Her home resembled a completely new world than the one I was used to. The place was rather small and there was paint and unfinished pottery everywhere. My sister was an artistic soul, I thought to myself and remembered the time I wanted to be an artist myself but my grandma taught that wasn’t for me.
Brenna was extremely welcoming. She was happy she had a sister as much as I was glad to have finally found her.
We bonded easily, but then one day, my grandma appeared at Brenna’s doorstep demanding that she gives back my father’s estate.
She didn’t want to do anything with Brenna although she was her granddaughter as much as I was.
Brenna started trembling and took some old letters from the cupboard covered in paint. Those were the letters my father sent to her mother. In them, he revealed that it was his mother Loretta who forbade him from introducing Brenda and me. I couldn’t believe that my grandma knew about Brenna this whole time.
This time, however, I wouldn’t let my grandma control my decisions. Brenna was now part of my life and she was there to stay.
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