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I believed my aunt was my savior when she took me in after losing my mother, a single parent. But I had no idea living with her would turn into a nightmare until a stranger knocked on my door on my sixteenth birthday and changed my life forever!

When my mom passed away two years ago, my world shattered into countless pieces. She was everything to me—my hero, my best friend, my cheerleader, and my rock. Cancer cruelly took her from me when I was just fourteen, leaving me without any close family except Aunt Cheryl. Cheryl stepped in swiftly, perhaps too swiftly, offering to "graciously" take me in. But she had hidden intentions.

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"You're family, Jenna," she told me with a strained smile. "And family takes care of their own."
Initially, I thought I was fortunate. Aunt Cheryl’s family lived in a large, beautiful house, and I hoped for some much-needed stability. But I was naive. I didn’t know back then that my aunt hadn’t taken me in out of love.
She had a much darker purpose.

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My aunt had three children: Maddie, the “perfect” seventeen-year-old; Dylan, the mischievous thirteen-year-old; and Lucas, the spoiled nine-year-old. After I arrived, their lifestyle became increasingly luxurious—new phones, designer clothes, and weekly outings to fancy restaurants.
Meanwhile, I was relegated to the unfinished attic, dusty and cramped, with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by old boxes and a sagging twin mattress.
"Why can’t I stay in the guest room downstairs?" I asked that first night.
Cheryl gave me a sharp look. "Don’t start, Jenna. We don’t have space. Be grateful I’m letting you stay here."

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Grateful? Every meal for me was a microwaved leftover. Every trip to the mall turned into a lecture about how "money doesn’t grow on trees," even though Maddie always walked away with new shoes or shiny jewelry.
One afternoon, as I sat doing homework in the attic, Cheryl’s voice drifted upstairs.
"I’m telling you, Eric, the money’s helping us all out. The girl doesn’t even need half of it. She’s just sitting on it."

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Eric, her husband, mumbled something in response, but Cheryl’s words stuck with me: The money.
I didn’t understand then, but soon enough, I’d find out when karma intervened on my sixteenth birthday.
By this point, I had stopped expecting much from my birthday. Still, a part of me hoped Aunt Cheryl might at least acknowledge it. Instead, I came downstairs to Maddie unwrapping a sleek, silver MacBook.

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"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Mom!" Maddie squealed, hugging Cheryl.
I cleared my throat. "Isn’t today my birthday?"
My aunt barely glanced at me. "Maddie needed this for school. It’s important, plus you’re not even in advanced classes."
"But…" My voice cracked. "What about me?"
Cheryl’s cold eyes met mine. "You think I don’t do enough for you? Be grateful I even remembered, Jenna! You have food and a roof over your head!"
Not one of them even wished me a happy birthday.

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Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back. Turning on my heel, I marched up to the attic and slammed the door. Happy birthday to me, I thought bitterly. I couldn’t even confide in my uncle, who sometimes showed me kindness, because he was away on a work trip.
Later, Cheryl and her kids left for Maddie’s “birthday lunch” (even though it wasn’t her birthday). Alone and heartbroken, I was startled by a sharp knock on the door.

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A tall woman stood there, exuding confidence, with piercing gray eyes and a briefcase in one hand.
"Are you Jenna?" she asked.
I nodded cautiously. "Who are you?"
"My name is Olivia," she said, her tone steady yet serious. "I worked with your mother before she passed."
My heart raced. "You knew my mom?"
"Yes," Olivia replied, stepping inside. "And I made her a promise. May we sit? I need to share something important with you."

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We sat in Cheryl’s pristine living room—the one where I wasn’t allowed to sit on the white couches. Olivia opened her briefcase, pulling out thick folders.
"Your mother left you a trust fund, Jenna," she began. "A substantial amount meant for your future. But she had concerns. She didn’t trust Cheryl to handle it responsibly. Before she passed, she asked me to monitor things."
"What are you saying?" I whispered, a knot tightening in my chest.

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Olivia’s expression softened. "Your aunt has been using your money, Jenna. The trust was meant for you—for college and your future. But Cheryl’s been spending it on her own lifestyle."
My mind raced. For years, my aunt had been stealing from me! The money meant for my future had funded her children’s luxuries—cars, private school, exotic vacations—while I lived on scraps in the attic.
Before I could process, Cheryl’s SUV screeched into the driveway.

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Moments later, the front door flew open, and Cheryl’s voice thundered through the house. "Who are you, and why are you here?!"
Olivia stood calmly as Cheryl and her children stormed in. The moment Cheryl saw Olivia, she froze.
"It’s time to face the consequences, Cheryl," Olivia said firmly. "This is about Jenna’s inheritance—and what you’ve done with it."
Cheryl’s face turned ghostly pale. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."

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Olivia spread documents on the coffee table. "These are bank records: withdrawals from Jenna’s trust fund. Vacations, cars, private school tuition—all of it."
"That’s a lie!" Cheryl shouted, her voice trembling.
I stood, my hands clenched. "You used me! You spent everything, didn’t you? Even the money Mom left for college?!"
Cheryl glanced at her children, her composure crumbling. "I had expenses! Raising four kids isn’t easy!"
"FOUR?!" I snapped. "I’m not one of your kids—I was just a paycheck to you!"

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"You ungrateful little—" Cheryl began, but Olivia cut her off.
"Enough," Olivia said firmly. "You violated the terms of the trust. This is fraud, Cheryl, and it won’t go away."
Maddie burst into tears. "Mom, what’s happening? Are we going to lose everything?"
Cheryl turned on me, wild-eyed. "This is your fault! If you weren’t so selfish—"
"My fault?" I shot back. "YOU stole from ME!"
The room erupted in chaos until Olivia’s commanding voice silenced everyone. "Cheryl, I suggest you sit down. You’re going to need a lawyer."

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Everything unraveled quickly. Olivia filed a report, and Cheryl’s fraudulent spending came to light. The trust was frozen, and legal action began. Cheryl begged for mercy, but it was too late.
Cheryl had known Olivia from when she was informed about my trust and my mother’s passing. Olivia had warned her against using the funds improperly, but Cheryl didn’t listen.

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Cheryl’s perfect world crumbled. Within weeks, I was moved out of her house. Olivia helped me find a foster home with a loving family who treated me as their own.
For the first time in two years, I felt safe and valued.

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Cheryl’s house was seized, her cars repossessed, and Maddie’s private school enrollment canceled. Rumors reached me that Cheryl blamed me for her downfall, but I didn’t care. She’d stolen my childhood, but she couldn’t take my future.
On my 18th birthday, Olivia handed me the final papers. "Jenna, the remaining funds are now yours."
Tears filled my eyes as I signed. "Thank you," I whispered.
Olivia smiled warmly. "Your mom would be proud of you."

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That night, I sat on the porch of my foster family’s home, gazing at the stars. For the first time in years, I felt my mom’s presence. I imagined her voice saying, You made it, Jenna. You’re free.
Karma may take its time, but when it strikes, it’s powerful. Cheryl lost everything due to her greed. As for me, I found hope again—a new beginning and the future my mom always dreamed of.
And for that, I’ll always be grateful.

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