The snacks I’d just bought had been devoured by Ethan, and the stench of garbage filled the room.
I nearly vomited. Rage swirled inside me.
“How did you even get in here?”
They barely glanced at me before continuing to eat. I slammed a glass to the floor, and only then did they finally look up.
“This is your place? Everything you buy should also belong to us! Helping your brother is only natural!”
Daniel smirked and strolled toward me, acting like it was all a joke.
“If you want us to leave, fine. Just give me the money, and we’ll walk right out.”
Megan stormed toward me, grinning maliciously, ready for a showdown.
So that was still their plan.
I refused to swallow this humiliation. If I gave in now, they’d never stop bleeding me dry.
Mom and Dad pretended not to see any of it, focusing instead on fussing over Ethan.
“In your dreams!”
I sneered, unwilling to give that woman an inch.
I stormed into my bedroom—only to find my bed buried under piles of clothes, the foul odor stronger here than anywhere else.
Disgust rose in my throat. Megan was deliberately pushing me to the breaking point. My home was now crammed with their belongings, leaving me nowhere to sleep.