Stepdaughter’s Bold Demand for Her Dad’s Assets – The Outcome Wasn’t What She Expected

My Stepdaughter Demanded I Transfer All Her Late Dad’s Assets to Her Name – I Did, but She Didn’t Like It

Mariana clings to George’s shirt every night, his memory encased in it, and his absence haunts their home. However, Susan, her stepdaughter,’s desire for his possessions was what ultimately broke her, not his passing. Finally, a twist appeared that left Mariana strangely at ease and Susan enraged.

It’s never simple to move on after losing a loved one. I can still hear my husband George’s voice in the back of my mind sometimes. His perfume is still on the fabric of his favorite shirt that I wake up holding. But what my stepdaughter did, when I was still grieving for his passing, totally broke me.

My name is Mariana, and I am 57 years old. I had 25 years of marriage to George, who was the most amazing man. Susan, 34, is his daughter from a previous marriage.

We had a good relationship with Susan before. She filled the emptiness in my heart left by not having a kid of my own, called me “Mom”. She was not “someone else’s” child in my opinion. You know, I loved her like my own daughter.

George and I were ecstatic when Susan married the guy of her dreams. But after that, when George was told he had terminal cancer, things became worse.

Susan began to visit less frequently—weekly, then monthly, and then not at all. She seldom ever visited her father, only occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.

She asked me a question one day that broke my heart. “How many more days does he have left to live?”

My voice shaking, I clenched my grip on the phone. “Susan, your father isn’t some product with an expiry date.”

Mom, I simply want to know. You already know that I’m busy. I’m not able to visit frequently,” she answered.

“Busy?” I repeated, my tone tinged with incredulity. “Too busy to see your dying father?”

She let out a deep sigh. “Look, I’ll try to visit soon, okay?”

But “soon” never materialized.

And then came the day I had been dreading. I received a call from the hospital telling me that George had died quietly.

After the news set in, I was so broken that I was hardly able to stand. George, my dear George, was no longer with us.

To my surprise and dismay, Susan chose not to go to his burial. She was prepared with an excuse when I called her.

Mom, you know that I just gave birth to my baby last month,” she uttered in an unusually cold tone. “The doctors advised against long travel due to some health issues.”

I forced back tears and took a deep breath. “But Susan, this is the funeral for your father. “Would you mind having one last look at him?”

“I can’t jeopardize my child’s health,” she snapped back. “You understand, right?”

Not really, but I nodded in silence, forgetting that she was blind to my presence. “Obviously, my dear. Be careful.

Something had changed between my husband and me profoundly, and I couldn’t get rid of that feeling as I hung up and sat next to his casket.

It was six months after George’s death when there came a loud tap on my door. When I opened it, I saw Susan and her spouse Doug with a sullen-looking man.

Susan walked in without saying hello. “Mom, we need you to sign some papers.”

Perplexed, I blinked. “What papers?”

Doug threw a bunch of papers at me, one of which was a blank sheet. Simply sign these. It’s gonna put all the property under our names.”

“Excuse me?” I took a step back, my heart pounding. “What are you talking about?”

Susan rolled her eyes. Mom, these are Dad’s assets. To reclaim what is properly ours, we are here.”

Their sheer arrogance stopped me cold. I wouldn’t be in this situation if only George had left a will. Before my daughter even realized there was an issue, I would have made sure she was taken care of.

However, this? Their boldness and tone annoyed me. How could they have thought that I would just watch them take advantage of me?

“No,” I firmly responded, raising my voice. “I want you to get out of my house immediately. And please do not return with such heinous demands.”

Her comments struck me as hard as a ton of bricks. With tears welling up in my eyes, I staggered back. How are you able to say that, Susan? following so many years?”

Susan’s expression twisted with rage. “This is not something you can accomplish! Even you aren’t my actual mother.”

“Just stick to your boundaries and pass on my father’s assets to me,” she said.

My blood pressure spiked, and tears and anger clouded my eyes. “Get out of my house!” I yelled. “If your father realized what a rapacious daughter you’ve turned into, he would be devastated. I’m relieved George wasn’t around to witness this day.”

Susan went on a rant, her words turning into a jumble of demands and insults.

Mariana, how dare you? You have no right to anything here; George was my father, not yours,” the woman cried. “Do you believe you can wriggle past us and grab what’s rightfully ours? above my lifeless body!”

That completed it. My eyes welled up with tears. Susan, the daughter that George and I had reared, almost gave me a knife-like blow with only her remarks.

I wouldn’t allow them to break me, though. Not me. Not Mariana.

“You are not welcome in my house! Before I contact the police, get out of your greedy state!” I shot back.

“Are you aware of the suffering you’re causing us? You’re nothing more than an avaricious vulture, scavenging the crumbs my father left behind.” Susan gave a growl.

“You would be leaving right now if you were even slightly civilized! But that’s obviously asking for too much!” I lost my temper.

“You think we’ll be scared by a few hurtful words? “Lady, just sign the damn papers!” Doug screamed at me.

I felt that my beloved and reared daughter had trapped me. I was devastated and enraged.

My neighbor heard the disturbance and hurried over when they refused to go. “You managed to hear her! You are not welcome here, and this is not your place. Shift it!” He led Susan and Doug out by force.

Susan’s irate voice rang back as they drove away. Mariana, this isn’t over yet! This is something you’ll regret.”

My heart ached as I flopped onto the couch. Where had all the affection between us gone? How did my daughter become someone I hardly recognized because of greed?

I groped for George’s framed picture on the side table with shaky palms. My vision became blurry as I traced his beaming smile.

I muttered, “Oh, George,” my voice breaking. “Why didn’t you bring me along? Without you, I’m at a loss.

My heart broke and I held the frame close to my chest. “Our dear Susan, our daughter, is no longer familiar to me. “Whatever became of the young child who used to address me as Mom?”

The sound of the deserted house enveloped me, intensifying my sorrow. I swayed back and forth, feeling the cool picture against my cheeks marred by tears.

Coughing out, “I miss you so much, honey,” “I don’t know how to face this alone.”

Susan continued to call after that. My phone beeped day and night with her irate voicemails and messages. I gave in at last because I was tired and yearned for calm.

I decided to give Susan what she wanted and call it a day when I met with my lawyer. However, there was something we were both unaware of.

Susan barged back into my house a week later, her face flushed with rage.

She yelled, “HOW DID YOU DO THIS?” “I receive an ancient automobile for only $3,000. And what about everything else?

I was staring at her when a tiny smile appeared on my face. “What are you talking about?”

Susan flung a piece of paper at me. “This! This pitiful bequest you instructed the attorney to bestow upon me! “Where is everyone else?”

With a faint smile, I accepted the paper from her. This stated that George had an old Mustang, some debts, and barely $3,000 in his bank account.

“How about the residence? The sport utility vehicle? Dad’s ancient farmhouse?” Susan lost her temper.

See, my attorney, who I had spoken with the previous day, showed there and gave me the rundown. And he stated the following:

“Mrs. Anderson, you are the owner of everything the family possessed. Everything, the farmhouse, the SUV, the house. Years ago, Mr. Anderson moved everything to you, leaving only $3k in his bank account and his old Mustang. The decision on what to do with these assets now rests with you.”

I had imagined George had left me nothing until the lawyer revealed the shocking information. But no! He had ensured that I would be cared for in his absence. May God bless his soul.

When I spilled the tea, Susan’s expression twisted with anger. “You’re telling falsehoods! “This isn’t possible,” she growled.

I turned to face her as an odd serenity descended upon me. “You wanted your father’s possessions, Susan. You now possess them.”

She cried out, “This isn’t fair!” “You tricked me!”

With a soft smile on my face, I raised my gaze. “Susan, no. I fulfilled your request by giving you what was rightly your father’s. I’m preserving what is properly mine right now.”

Over the next few days, I came to a decision. I liquidated everything, including the farmhouse, the SUV, and the house. I earned a respectable eight figures and purchased a stunning villa in a remote location I had always wanted to live in.

I got a call from an old acquaintance who lived back in town as I was getting comfortable in my new house.

“Mariana,” she uttered in a quiet voice. “I felt you ought to be aware. Susan is attempting to file a lawsuit against you.”

Unsurprised, I sighed. “Let me guess, it fell through?”

Yes. After all, everything was in your name!”

With a twinge of relief and regret, I thanked her for the information and hung up.

After a few weeks, I began to feel at ease in my new life. I tried new activities, went on international trips, and made new acquaintances. But the calm was short-lived.

My phone rang one day from an unknown number. I heard a man’s voice as I replied. “Mrs. Anderson? It’s me, calling on Susan’s behalf. She requests a meeting with you.”

A shiver went down my spine. “No,” I firmly said. “I’m not interested.”

“But Mrs. Anderson, she insists—”

I interrupted him. Inform Susan that she achieved her goal. I am at a loss for words with her.

I couldn’t help but wonder why Susan was so eager to meet immediately as I was hanging up the phone. I mean, what more could she ask for? The shreds of my last remaining tranquility?

I dismissed the idea with a shake of my head. It made no difference. I was going to make the most of this new life I had now. That’s what George would have wanted, after all.