3 Inheritance Stories with Twists You Won’t Expect
The most profound revelations can occasionally be found in the most mundane things.
Families discover hidden facts about love, resiliency, and greed in this compilation as they unearth secrets left by departed loved ones.
What happens when our loved ones leave us a secret?
We frequently believe we know everything about them.
These tales will transport you to a world of unexpected revelations, including a grandfather’s ancient mattress, a grandmother’s shabby sofa, and even an assortment of clocks.
These seemingly insignificant things will have unforeseen effects on people’s lives.
- “Something Is Inside!” After sitting on an old sofa after his late grandmother left him, the boy sobs.
I took a seat on the shabby couch that Granny had given me.
It hit the floor with a dull thud, having just been dropped off by the movers.
As I rubbed my fingers over a dark stain I remembered leaving behind from a juice spill years ago, dust filled the air.
The stain had not bothered Granny.
She was solely interested in getting my drink refilled.
Whispering, “I’ll miss you, Granny,”
My father, Ronny, was standing close by with his arms folded.
“Why mourn for someone who left you nothing but this junk?” he grumbled.
“This isn’t junk.
It’s a memory of her,” I asserted.
“I can earn money someday, but I can’t make more memories with Granny.”
“The same Granny who gave you away to another family after your mom’s death, yeah?
She always wanted to take you away from me.”
He was correct.
Granny was concerned about me, which is why she asked me to live with another family.
“But those people aren’t bad,” I replied.
“They let me come stay here with you for the next few days because of Granny’s funeral.”
Dad slouched in his armchair and scoffed.
He was unconcerned with my defense of Granny, as usual.
Something hard stabbed me as I groaned and sat on the couch.
I cried out, “There’s something inside!”
However, Dad didn’t even give me a glance.
I took out the seat cushion out of curiosity and discovered a loose piece of cloth.
There was a small taped-up box underneath it with two words written on it.
For Kevin.
I recognized Granny’s handwriting right away.
I opened it with shaky hands.
There was a bundle of papers and a sealed envelope inside.
I unwrapped the note inside the envelope after opening it.
Kevin, my dearest
I’m sorry to put pressure on you at such a young age, but you must make a wise decision now for the sake of your future and well-being.
You must be aware that your father is aiming for his portion of the estate.
After I give you all the details, you have to determine whether he is deserving of your love.
Granny’s letter brought back memories of events from a few months ago, and I looked at Dad.
A Few Months Before…
Dad lived in a messy apartment, and I had just gotten home from school when I noticed Granny waiting at the door.
She and Dad were fighting over why he hadn’t enrolled me in the soccer club.
“I send you money every month for his soccer club!” she responded.
“What have you been doing with it?”
Dad countered, but his arguments only served to infuriate Granny.
A few weeks later, she informed me that I would be staying with her nurse, Denise, because she was so concerned about me.
Granny assured me that I would still be able to see Dad and that Denise and her husband, Miguel, would look after me well.
She informed me that they were overjoyed to adopt me.
It wasn’t an awful arrangement, either.
I even started going to a soccer club since Denise and Miguel were so nice to me.
Although everything was going smoothly, I was unaware that Granny would die shortly.
Now…
I went back to reading Granny’s letter.
…so I came up with a way for you to find out who your father really is.
According to the legal documents in this box, Ronny will be able to inherit all of my money as long as he doesn’t see you.
Let him have them and watch what he does.
You can tell that your father loves you more than money if he destroys the documents, but if he takes them to a lawyer, then you and Denise and Miguel live in a secure and caring family.
After folding the letter, I turned to face Dad, who was absorbed in his favorite television program.
Do I really want to put him to the test?
I pondered.
I inhaled deeply before picking up the papers and presenting them to him.
I handed the papers to Dad and said, “Dad, I found this in Granny’s old sofa,”
“I think they’re for you.”
As he read them, his eyes brightened.
He quickly snatched up his jacket and ran to the door.
I asked, “Where are you going?” as I followed him.
He murmured, “Out.
Grown-up stuff.
Stay here,” and hurried out down the street.
I followed him until he went into a posh building.
I was devastated to see the sign that read, “Lawyer’s Office.”
Granny was correct.
Money was more important to Dad than to me.
I went back to his flat and knocked on the door of Tina, our nice neighbor.
She opened it shortly after that.
“Hi, Tina,” I said.
“Can I please use your phone?”
Denise and Miguel arrived to collect me an hour later.
Three years have passed since this incident, and my adoptive parents have only shown me kindness.
Having a grandmother like Granny who only wanted the best for me was such a blessing.
- My greedy brother took over the house, and I inherited Grandma’s old clocks.
More than everything, I loved my grandmother, Marlene.
I had lived with her up until a year ago, sharing her little, comfortable home with her assortment of antique clocks and anecdotes.
She was my greatest admirer and my sanctuary.
However, due to college, I had to relocate last year.
She gave me a call one evening.
Her voice was weak and kind.
“I don’t think I have much time left,” she whispered, nearly whispering, “Linda, sweetheart, could you come over?”
My heart fell.
“Oh, Granny, don’t talk like that!
I’ll apply for leave right away and be there in a couple of days.
Don’t you worry, okay?”
Three days later, my brother Brian was already at her house when I got there.
He had a strong edge to his demeanor and was a few years older than myself.
As soon as I entered the home, I hurried to give her a hug.
I whispered, “I’m here, Grandma,” with a heavy heart.
She grinned, appearing both joyful and exhausted.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” she said.
Brian, meantime, frowned as he looked around.
He gently brushed a hypothetical speck off his shoulder and said, “At least you could have kept the house clean, Grandma.
It’s so… dusty.”
Brian, please!
I pondered.
Grandma needs attention, not reprimands.
I didn’t want to make a commotion in front of Grandma, so I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.
Five thousand dollars was inside.
She said, “Linda, Brian, I wanted to give you both something,” with a little shudder in her voice.
I grasped her hand.
“Granny, you didn’t have to do this.
I’m here to spend time with you, not for money.”
Brian, however, frowned instead.
“Is this all I get?
Seriously?”
He rushed out and slammed the door behind him before Grandma could react.
“He’s crazy,” I wondered.
Over the following few days, I stayed by her side, setting things up, cleaning the house, and preparing new meals.
There were leaks and cracks that hadn’t been fixed in years, and she had been surviving on old food.
As I fixed a leak, she shook her head and remarked, “You don’t have to do so much, Linda.
I don’t want to take up all your time and money,”
I held her hand and smiled.
“Grandma, I know how much you’ve always wanted Grandpa’s house to feel like home again.
I had some savings, so I thought, why not?
Are you happy now, Grandma?
Is this how you remember it with Grandpa?”
She grinned and let the tears fall down her cheeks.
“Oh, Linda,” she said.
“Yes.
Yes, it’s beautiful.
Thank you.”
Then, one calm morning, I discovered her soundly asleep.
Without her warmth and humor, the house felt empty.
Brian, meanwhile, did not even attend the funeral.
Even though it was really painful, I made an effort to remember her.
We were summoned to the lawyer’s office two weeks later to hear her will read.
The lawyer started, and Brian and I sat silently.
His words were, “Brian,” “you have been left the house.”
Brian grinned, obviously happy.
He was always watching the house.
The attorney then turned to face me with a soft smile.
“Linda, your grandmother left you her clocks.”
I asked, feeling a little disappointed, “The… clocks?”
He gave me five rusty, ancient clocks with a drab patina.
Brian laughed, and my face flushed with shame.
The attorney then gave me an envelope.
The words “Your grandmother loved you more than anyone, Linda,” he added quietly.
I opened the packet out of curiosity.
It contained a message written by Grandma:
Never undervalue these rusty old clocks, Linda!
Your grandfather owned these vintage clocks, which are 100 years old.
Each piece is valued at over $40,000 and is made from rare, beautiful metal!
My dear, everyone gets what they really deserve.
I’m happy you only received the best.
Granny Marlene, with all my love.
As I read what she had to say, my pulse raced.
“She left nearly $200,000 hidden in these seemingly worn-out clocks,” the attorney said with a smirk.
Tears clouded my vision as I glanced at the clocks.
Brian, meantime, got up from his chair.
His face became white as he questioned, “What?
Those things are worth that much?”
Despite my tears, I grinned.
“Yes, Brian.
Grandma knew exactly what she was doing.”
I felt the rhythm of one of the clocks match my heartbeat as I held it near to my chest.
Grandma seemed to be around me all the time.
I thought, “Thank you, Grandma,” as I left the office carrying her cherished clocks.
I appreciate you sharing a part of your heart with me that I will always have.
- After his death, a girl finds a stash in his old mattress, which Granddad forbids anyone from touching.
My grandfather just left me an ancient house in his will after he passed away.
It was all I had of him now that he was gone.
When he was here, I missed it.
There were a lot of memories in this house.
Grandpa became everything to me after my parents passed away in a vehicle accident when I was just four years old.
My mother, father, and closest companion.
He was the only one who truly understood me, and I cherished our time together.
Something snapped while I was lost in my childhood recollections and wandering around the peaceful house.
Grandpa’s bed! I pondered.
Why he never allowed anyone to touch it had always baffled me.
Then he would smile mischievously and remark, “Don’t you dare, young lady,” “It’s got secrets”
For all these years, what had he been concealing?
I hoisted the heavy mattress out of sheer curiosity.
Below it were a stack of photographs, a leather-bound diary, some yellowed newspaper clippings, and an old letter.
As I opened the envelope and looked over the contents, my heart was pounding.
I was stunned by the diary’s opening lines.
“I can’t let Brooke live her life not knowing the truth about her parents”
My throat tightened each breath.
What is the truth?
I plunged farther into the diary, frantically flipping through the pages.
My parents’ alleged “accident” had been thoroughly investigated by Grandpa, who had thought their deaths weren’t an accident at all.
His notes suggested that Mr. Johnson, a drunk driver, and Parker, a dishonest police officer who had released him, were involved in a cover-up.
“Oh my God!” I said in a whisper.
When I realized what had happened, hot tears poured down my cheeks.
Grandpa had spent years discovering this, and now it was my responsibility to complete the task he had begun.
With the proof in hand, I strode into the local newspaper office the following morning.
Frank, the editor, hardly gave me a look.
“We hear all kinds of wild stories,” he mentioned in a contemptuous manner.
“I’m sure you’ve got something similar.”
I retorted, “This is something totally different,” and strewn the pictures and clips across his desk.
“This is about my parents’ deaths and a cover-up involving the police department.
Are you ready for the truth?”
Frank moved forward and examined the evidence, his cynicism turning to curiosity.
The words “this is explosive,” he acknowledged.
“But are you ready for what this will bring?
People will come after you”
The community erupted when the article made the top page.
Outside Mr. Johnson’s residence and at the police station, protests broke out.
Officer Parker broke under interrogation, and the case was reopened.
He admitted, “The Johnson family put pressure on us.”
“They wanted it buried”
The trial became a media circus months later.
With a trembling yet determined voice, I testified.
I had never felt such relief after the jury’s decision.
Justice was done.
A few days later, I went to see Grandpa’s grave.
Whispering, “We did it, Grandpa,”
“Thank you for never giving up.
Thank you for all that you did.”
