My Grandma Gave Us Equal Share Portfolios as Kids – My Brother Sold His, and Now He and His Girlfriend Want Mine

Our dad was in charge of the accounts until we were old enough to take control. Liam got access first.

At 19, he cashed out his entire portfolio—around $15,000—and bought a brand-new Honda. He was so proud of it, showing it off to his friends, revving the engine like it made him a millionaire.

I was younger, so I had more time to think. I had watched Liam burn through his money without a second thought. I didn’t want that. So, when I turned eighteen, I asked Dad to help me invest wisely. He did. We put a chunk into Apple, along with other stocks, and let it grow.

By the time I gained full control, my portfolio had turned into something big. Bigger than I ever imagined. Meanwhile, Liam’s car was long gone, and so was his money.

I didn’t rub it in. I wasn’t that kind of person. But the difference between us became clear. I had wealth. He had regrets.

Over the years, Liam struggled financially. He never saved, never planned. He always lived in the moment, spending what little he had. And I helped him.

When he lost his job and fell behind on rent, I covered it.

When his car broke down and he couldn’t afford repairs, I sent him money.

When he got in trouble—something about an unpaid loan and a very angry lender—I bailed him out.

Each time, he promised it was the last time.

“Just this once, bro. I swear,” he’d said.

I believed him at first. I wanted to. But after the third, fourth, fifth time? I saw the pattern. He never changed.

One night, I confronted him.

“You keep blowing through money,” I said. “What’s your plan?”

Liam laughed like I had just asked him to solve world hunger. “Plan? I just need to get back on my feet. One big break, and I’m set.”

I sighed. “That’s what you always say.”

He grinned. “And you always help.”

That was the problem. I did. And he knew it.

I tried to stop. But then he’d call, desperate. “Just this once, I promise.”

I’d give in. Every time.

But then something happened that changed everything. It started with a knock on my door.

It came late in the evening. I wasn’t expecting anyone. When I opened the door, there was Liam’s girlfriend, Madison.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk on her face. She was dressed sharp, like she had just come from work, but her eyes held nothing but arrogance.

“We need to talk,” she said, pushing past me before I could say a word.

I turned, shutting the door behind her. “Do we, though?”

She sighed dramatically. “Look, I’ll get straight to the point. You got way more than Liam. That’s not fair.”

I stared at her. “He got the same amount as me. He just spent his.”

She scoffed. “You had Daddy invest yours. Liam didn’t get that chance.”

I folded my arms. “He could have. He chose not to.”

Madison’s smirk faded. “You’re seriously going to hoard all that money while your own brother struggles? Why don’t you share?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t force him to blow through fifteen grand.”

Her lips curled. “You’re being selfish. He’s family. He needs your help.”

“I’ve helped him plenty,” I shot back. “Rent. Bills. Bailing him out. But this?” I shook my head. “Not happening.”

She took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You’ll regret this.”

A slow burn of anger rose in my chest. “Get out.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I pointed to the door. “Leave. Before I throw you out.”

Her face twisted with rage, but she turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I thought that was the end of it.

I was wrong.

A week later, I found a letter in my mailbox. It looked official, thick cream-colored paper, typed in formal language.

At first, I thought it was junk mail. Then I saw Liam’s name.

I sat down and started reading.

The letter claimed that our grandmother had “intended” for the investments to be shared equally between us even in the future. Since Liam’s portfolio had been worth only $15,000 when he spent it, I was “legally and morally obligated” to give him half of mine now.

Then came the threat.

“If you refuse, legal fees and fines will eat up your half anyway, and you’ll end up with nothing.”

I burst out laughing. They were bluffing.

And then I noticed something else. At the bottom of the letter, Madison had signed her name, listing herself as a legal professional.

I raised an eyebrow. She worked at a law firm, sure. But she was a legal secretary, not a lawyer.

I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.

“You’re going to love this,” I said, reading the letter out loud.

There was a long pause. Then he laughed. “Oh, this is rich.“

“She’s bluffing, right?” I asked.

“Oh, absolutely. But I’m going to check something. Give me a day.”

I smirked. “Sounds good.”

I wasn’t going to let this go. If they wanted a fight, they were about to get one. But I didn’t have to do anything, because karma got her first.

A few days after I sent the letter to my lawyer, he called me back.

“Oh, this is better than I thought,” he said, barely holding back a chuckle.

I leaned back in my chair. “Do tell.”

“Your brother’s girlfriend? Madison? She’s not a lawyer. She’s a legal secretary. But that’s not even the best part.”

I raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”

“Oh, yeah. She forged details in the letter. She altered firm letterhead, inflated her job title, and made it seem like an official legal notice.” He let out a low whistle. “That’s fraud.”

I blinked. “Wait—actual fraud?”

“Yep. And guess what? I forwarded it to her law firm.” He chuckled. “They did not appreciate it.”

I grinned. “What happened?”

“They fired her on the spot.“

I let out a long breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, and trust me, that’s just the beginning. She could be in real legal trouble for this.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “She really thought she could fake a lawsuit?”

“She really thought you were dumb enough to fall for it,” he corrected.

I laughed. “Guess she learned the hard way.”

“Guess so.” He paused. “So, what now?”

I smirked. “Now? I wait.”

A week later, I got another knock on my door.

I opened it to find Liam standing there, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His usual cocky grin? Gone. Instead, he looked…desperate.

“Hey, man,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can we talk?”

I sighed. “What do you want, Liam?”

He hesitated, then stepped aside. Behind him, Madison stood with her arms crossed, looking furious.

“She lost her job,” Liam muttered.

I pretended to look surprised. “Oh, really? How shocking.“

His jaw tightened. “Come on, man. She messed up, okay? But we’re in a bad spot. She’s got debts—serious debts.”

I leaned against the doorframe. “And that’s my problem because…?”

He looked me in the eye. “I need help.”

I let out a short laugh. “You mean money.”

He exhaled sharply. “Yeah. A loan. Just something to get us through.”

I shook my head. “Unbelievable. First, you try to scam me. Now, you’re begging me for cash?”

Liam looked down at his feet. “It’s different now.”

“No,” I said firmly. “It’s exactly the same. You screw up, and you expect me to bail you out.”