My Parents Made Me Sleep In Basement So My Sister Could Have My Room, Years Later I Bought The House скачать в хорошем качестве

My Parents Made Me Sleep In Basement So My Sister Could Have My Room, Years Later I Bought The House

I never imagined I'd feel such profound satisfaction watching my sister struggle to fit her designer clothes into moving boxes. The same sister who, seven years earlier, had lounged on my bed scrolling through paint swatches on her phone while I was forced to haul my belongings down to our unfinished basement. Life has an exquisite way of balancing the scales when you least expect it. My name is Rebecca Ellison, and I now own the mortgage to the house my parents once banished me to the basement of. Not through inheritance or luck, but through my own blood, sweat, and calculated strategy. It was an unremarkable Thursday evening when everything changed. No dramatic confrontation, no heated argument—just the casual cruelty of parents who decided their eldest daughter's space was suddenly negotiable. I was hunched over my laptop at the kitchen island, headphones on, frantically trying to finish a presentation for my entry-level marketing job. Dad walked in, casually dropped a stack of storage bins beside me, and cleared his throat to get my attention. "Your sister got accepted to Westlake Arts Academy," he announced, his tone suggesting this was cause for unquestioning celebration. "She'll need a proper bedroom for her senior year. Somewhere she can set up her easel and have good natural light." I pulled off my headphones, certain I'd misunderstood. "What does that have to do with storage bins?" Mom appeared in the doorway, already wearing that placating smile I'd grown to dread. "Becca, honey, we've been talking about this for a while. Sophia needs your bedroom. It has the best light in the house, and you know how serious she is about her painting."