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My Father Left Me His Mansion While His New Wife and Daughter Got Only $10,000 Each

Claudine Varela
May 24, 2024
12:48 A.M.

In a shocking twist, I inherited my estranged father's mansion and fortune, leaving his second wife and daughter with a mere fraction. But as I was starting to adjust to my new life, I discovered a secret and was faced with a choice that would test my integrity.

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Hey there! Do I have a story for you! It’s about a family drama and a whole lot of money. Sounds like a soap opera, right? But this is my life, I'm Angela, a 19-year-old who thought she knew her estranged dad until recently.

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Let's rewind a bit. My dad, well, he's a piece of work. Broke my mom’s heart by having an affair with Clara and then had my half-sister, Lily. After the divorce when I was 10, I lived with my mom and saw my dad sporadically.

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To be honest, I wasn’t missing much. Growing up, my dad was more like a guest star in the sitcom of my life, popping up now and then, but never really part of the main cast.

After he left us for Clara, his affair-turned-second-wife, it felt like he didn’t just move out, he kinda checked out of my life too.

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My mom, though, she’s a total rockstar. She picked up the pieces without ever dissing him in front of me, always saying he loved me in his own messed-up way.

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A woman carrying a young girl on her back | Source: Shutterstock

My dad lived in this ridiculously huge mansion by the coast, made his fortune, sold his business for a million, and that house? It’s on an island, the biggest land around, sold for a fortune too. But despite his wealth, he was bitter, holding grudges like trophies.

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When my dad sold his business and moved into that mansion on the island, it was like he was building his own fortress of solitude. Our already rare visits became even less frequent, turning our relationship into something you’d barely call acquaintances.

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Man looking out a balcony at sea | Source: Shutterstock

I wasn't close to him, but I did idolize my aunt, his sister, who's an RN. She’s basically the cool aunt everyone wishes they had. She’s this amazing nurse, always laughing and making everyone around her feel better.

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Hanging out with her made me think that maybe not everything about my dad’s side of the family was a lost cause. She showed me you could be kind and successful without the drama.

She’s also the reason I decided I wanted to become a nurse. My dad seemed to respect that, always saying he was proud of me following in her footsteps.

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A young teen smiling at a female nurse | Source: Shutterstock

So when he passed away, imagine my shock when I found out he left everything to me! We're talking about an 8 million dollar legacy! I was floored! I mean, what’s a 19-year-old supposed to do with that kind of money?

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The will reading was surreal. Here I was, expecting maybe a sentimental item or two, but instead, I got the keys to Hamilton Manor, his prized possession.

Meanwhile, Clara and Lily got a mere $10,000 each. It didn’t add up, especially since he seemed to dote on them.

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A sad woman and a young girl at the dining table | Source: Shutterstock

Hearing about my dad’s death knocked the wind out of me, not gonna lie. I thought I was over it, but sitting in that lawyer's office, listening to his will, all those old feelings of abandonment came rushing back.

And then finding out he left me everything, including the mansion, while Clara and Lily got next to nothing? Total plot twist.

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So I eventually moved into the mansion, even though it felt weird. Every room was like a time capsule of my family’s past, filled with memories I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. But nothing prepared me for what I eventually found on his old laptop in the study.

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After settling into the mansion, I started poking around my dad's stuff. Not to be nosy, okay maybe a little, but more like trying to connect dots or something.

Then, in his study, which was like a shrine to his ego, I found his old, dusty laptop. Curiosity got the best of me; I powered it up, half expecting it to fall apart.

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What I found blew my mind! Emails upon emails between my dad and his lawyer about this crazy plan to fake his death. Yeah, you heard that right. The man staged his own death as some twisted loyalty test for Clara and Lily.

The will? Part of the act. He was planning on coming back from the dead once he saw how they’d react to their inheritance. The mansion and all that money he left me? Just props in his twisted game.

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A young woman looking shocked at what she's seeing in a laptop | Source: Shutterstock

Sitting alone in the study, surrounded by the remnants of my dad’s grand scheme, I felt like I was at the epicenter of an emotional quake. The laptop in front of me felt like Pandora's box—its secrets out and wreaking havoc in my life.

I leaned back, trying to process the whirlwind of feelings: betrayal, confusion, a weird sense of vindication, and under it all, a deep, nagging hurt.

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It's one thing to suspect your dad prefers playing the aloof millionaire over being, you know, an actual dad. It's another to find out he staged his own death as some bizarre loyalty test. Who does that?

The revelation forced me to question everything I thought I knew about love, loyalty, and family. Was his version of love always about tests and conditions? Had loyalty been reduced to just another game to him?

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Family. That word felt so heavy now. I always envied friends who had those warm, sitcom-style families. Mine? We could probably give the most twisted soap operas a run for their money.

But sitting in that mess of revelations, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to redefine what family meant to me. Could I take this inheritance, this burden of wealth, and turn it into something... good?

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The mansion was quiet, almost suffocatingly so, as I pondered over my next steps. The obvious choice was to confront my dad, demand answers.

But what then? Part of me wanted to just walk away, leave the drama and the money behind. Yet, another part, a part I wasn't so keen on admitting existed, was curious. What could I do with such an inheritance? Could I make it right, somehow?

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I was still trying to process all this, feeling like I'd fallen into a rabbit hole, when I heard footsteps. My heart stopped. I spun around, and there he was. My dad. Alive. In the flesh. It was like seeing a ghost, but worse, because ghosts don't usually come with a ton of baggage.

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“Angela,” he starts, and hearing him say my name after thinking he was gone was surreal, “I know this is a lot to take in. But you’ve got to understand, this was all for a reason.”

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Middle aged man gesturing as if explaining something | Source: Shutterstock

I’m just staring at him, part of me still not believing he’s actually there. “A reason?” I finally manage to say. “You put us through hell for a reason?” He nods, all serious.

“Yes. It was a test. To see who’s really loyal, who really loves me for me, not just my money. I needed to know if Clara and Lily were here for the right reasons.”

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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, you leave me the mansion, the money, thinking what? That they’d show their true colors over being left breadcrumbs?”

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A young woman looking skeptical | Source: Shutterstock

"Exactly," he says, as if it all makes perfect sense. "But I need you to stay quiet about this," he adds. Then, he sweetens the deal by making me an offer: he would still leave me the mansion after his death if I kept his secret.

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I remember laughing, not because anything was funny, but because it was either laugh or scream. “You want me to pretend you’re still dead? Keep acting like the grieving daughter while you play puppet master?”

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He had the gall to look offended and tell me it wasn’t about playing games. That It was about knowing the truth.

“This isn’t a game, Dad. It’s our lives. And I’m not your pawn,” I told him.

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That was the last straw. I couldn’t believe the lengths he’d go to manipulate us all. I told him straight up, no deal. I wanted no part in his mind games.

The mansion, the money, it meant nothing if it was all built on lies and scheming. It was clearer than ever that my real life was waiting for me, far away from my father’s manipulations.

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So, I walked away. Decided then and there that I’d rather live a simple life than one filled with my dad’s drama. It was liberating, choosing honesty and integrity over wealth and deceit.

And that’s my tale. Just a girl, her manipulative dad, and a decision to choose real relationships over material wealth. What would you have done in my shoes?

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Father Was Bragging about Paying for My College When He Did Not Give a Cent, So I Gave Him a Reality Check

My father's temper had loomed large over my childhood, dictating the terms of success and failure with a rigidity that left little room for error. "Random checks today, kiddo," he'd announce, rifling through my belongings with a zeal that suggested he was defusing a bomb rather than searching a teenager's backpack.

His standards for my academic performance in high school were just as invasive: "Nothing below a B, Jenny, understood?" The stress of living under his microscope had been unbearable.

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It was such a relentless pressure that it pushed me toward a decision that would define my college years: I would pay for my education myself, preferring to carry the debt over the tyranny of his expectations.

On the other hand, my cousin had it much easier with supportive parents who pushed him but also gave him enough space for his own growth. My aunt and uncle also gladly paid for his university tuition without expecting too much from him, but only the best.

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Paying my way through college didn't seem to faze my father at all. Funny enough, not once did he mention it or offer to take over. However, he didn't bother telling the rest of the family that he was leaving me to fend for myself and took credit for my prowess at college.

Let's just say, my father was something else.

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The facade of his financial sacrifice crumbled one summer evening, amidst the casual chatter of a family gathering. My uncle, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension, innocently inquired in front of everyone:

"So, how much did her education cost you?"

My father, ever the performer, seized the spotlight with gusto! "Oh, it's been quite the investment," he boasted, puffing out his chest, "A small fortune, really, but nothing is too good for my daughter!" The audacity of his claim was staggering, a bald-faced lie delivered with a smile!

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I didn't say anything to dispute his claims and only smiled briefly before moving away, hoping to avoid hearing more lies, or worse yet, get dragged into them. However, I also decided then and there to plot revenge against him.

During the family dinner, I invited everyone to my graduation as I'd completed my final year through no easy feat on my part.

When graduation day finally arrived, I planned on unveiling a carefully crafted truth. As my name echoed through the auditorium, I stepped forward, the weight of my secret poised on the tip of my tongue.

Enjoyed this story so far? Read the full version here.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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