3 Inheritance Stories with Twists You Won’t Expect

We often think we know everything about our loved ones, but what happens when they leave behind a secret?

These stories will take you on a journey of surprising discoveries, involving a grandmother’s worn-out sofa, a grandfather’s old mattress, and even a collection of clocks. These seemingly unimportant items will change people’s lives in unexpected ways.

1. ‘There’s Something Inside!’ Boy Cries after Sitting on Old Sofa Late Granny Left Him

I sat on the worn-out sofa Granny had left me. The movers had just dropped it off, and it landed with a dull thud.

Dust filled the air as I ran my fingers over a dark stain I remembered causing when I spilled juice years ago. Granny hadn’t cared about the stain. She only cared about refilling my drink.

“I’ll miss you, Granny,” I whispered.

Ronny, my dad, stood nearby, his arms crossed.

“Why mourn for someone who left you nothing but this junk?” he sneered.

“This isn’t junk. It’s a memory of her,” I said firmly. “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 right. Granny did ask me to live with another family, but that’s because she was worried about me.

“But those people aren’t bad,” I said. “They let me come stay here with you for the next few days because of Granny’s funeral.”

Dad scoffed and slumped into his armchair. As always, he didn’t care about what I said in Granny’s defense.

I sighed and sat on the sofa, but something hard jabbed into me.

“There’s something inside!” I exclaimed.

But Dad didn’t even look at me.

Curious, I removed the seat cushion and found a loose flap of fabric. Beneath it was a small, taped-up box with two words scrawled across it.

For Kevin.

I instantly recognized Granny’s handwriting. My hands trembled as I opened it. Inside was a sealed envelope and a bundle of papers. I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter inside.

Dearest Kevin,

I’m sorry to pressure you while you’re so young, but your well-being and your future depend on you making a smart choice now. You need to know that your father has his eyes on his share in the inheritance. I’ll explain everything and then you must decide if he’s worthy of your love.

I glanced at Dad as Granny’s letter reminded me of what happened a few months ago.

A Few Months Ago…

I had just returned from school when I saw Granny standing at the doorstep of our cluttered apartment that Dad called home.

She was arguing with him regarding why he hadn’t sent me to the soccer club.

“I send you money every month for his soccer club!” she said. “What have you been doing with it?”

Dad argued back, but whatever he said made Granny even more angry. She was super worried for me, and a few weeks later, she told me I’d be staying with her nurse, Denise.

Granny said Denise and her husband, Miguel, would take good care of me, and I’d still be able to see Dad. She told me they were super happy to adopt me.

And honestly, the arrangement wasn’t bad. Denise and Miguel were so kind to me, and I even started attending a soccer club. Everything was going well, but I had no idea that Granny would soon pass away.

Present Time…

I returned my focus to Granny’s letter.

…so I devised a means for you to uncover your father’s true character.

The legal papers in this box outline an agreement that will allow Ronny to inherit all of my money on one condition: He must stay away from you. Give them to him and see what he does.

If he destroys the papers, then you know your father values you more than money, but if he takes them to a lawyer…well, you have a safe, loving home with Denise and Miguel.

I folded the letter and turned to Dad who was engrossed in watching his favorite show.

Should I really test him? I thought.

With a deep breath, I picked up the documents and showed them to him.

“Dad, I found this in Granny’s old sofa,” I said, handing him the documents. “I think they’re for you.”

His eyes lit up as he read them. Without hesitation, he grabbed his jacket and bolted for the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked, following him.

“Out. Grown-up stuff. Stay here,” he muttered before rushing down the street. I trailed behind him until he entered a fancy building.

My heart sank when I read the sign that said, “Lawyer’s Office.”

Granny was right. Dad cared more about money than me.

I returned to his apartment and knocked on our kind neighbor, Tina’s door. It wasn’t long before she opened it.

“Hi, Tina,” I said. “Can I please use your phone?”

An hour later, Denise and Miguel came to pick me up. And now, it’s been three years since this happened, and my adoptive parents have been nothing but kind to me.

I was so lucky to have a grandmother like Granny who wanted nothing but the best for me.

2. I Inherited Grandma’s Old Clocks & My Greedy Brother Got the House

I adored my grandma, Marlene, more than anything. Until a year ago, I’d lived with her, sharing her cozy little house filled with her collection of old clocks and stories. She was my safe haven and my biggest fan.

But last year, I had to move away because of college.

One evening, I got a call from her. Her voice sounded soft and frail.

“Linda, sweetheart, could you come over? I don’t think I have much time left,” she said, almost in a whisper.

My heart sank. “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?”

When I arrived at her house three days later, my brother Brian was already there. He was a few years older than me, with a sharp edge to his personality.

I immediately rushed to hug her upon entering the house.

“I’m here, Grandma,” I whispered, feeling an ache in my heart.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” she smiled, looking so tired yet so happy.

Meanwhile, Brian glanced around with a frown.

“At least you could have kept the house clean, Grandma. It’s so… dusty,” he muttered, brushing an imaginary speck off his shoulder.

Oh please, Brian! I thought. Grandma needs care, not criticism.

I just rolled my eyes and ignored him because I didn’t want to create a scene in front of Grandma.

A few minutes later, she sat us down in her small living room and handed each of us an envelope.

Inside was $5,000.

“Linda, Brian, I wanted to give you both something,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

I took her hand. “Granny, you didn’t have to do this. I’m here to spend time with you, not for money.”

Brian, on the other hand, scowled. “Is this all I get? Seriously?”

Before Grandma could respond, he stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.

He’s crazy, I thought.

I stayed by her side over the next few days, cleaning the house, cooking fresh meals, and fixing things up. She had been living on stale food, and there were cracks and leaks that hadn’t been tended to in years.

“You don’t have to do so much, Linda. I don’t want to take up all your time and money,” she said, shaking her head as I patched a leak.

I grinned, holding her hand. “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?”

“Oh, Linda,” she smiled as tears trickled down her cheeks. “Yes. Yes, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Then, one quiet morning, I found her peacefully gone in her sleep. The house felt hollow without her laughter and warmth.

Meanwhile, Brian didn’t even come to the funeral. It hurt me deeply, but I tried to focus on honoring her memory.

Two weeks later, we were called to the lawyer’s office for the reading of her will. Brian and I sat in silence as the lawyer began.

“Brian,” he announced, “you have been left the house.”

Brian smirked, clearly pleased. He always had his eyes on the house.

Then, the lawyer turned to me, smiling gently. “Linda, your grandmother left you her clocks.”

“The… clocks?” I asked, feeling a bit deflated.

He handed me five old, rusty clocks, each with a dull patina. My face flushed with embarrassment as Brian snickered.

But then the lawyer handed me an envelope.

“Your grandmother loved you more than anyone, Linda,” he said softly.

Curious, I opened the envelope. The note inside was in Grandma’s handwriting:

Linda, never underestimate these rusty old clocks!

They are 100-year-old classic timepieces that belonged to your grandfather. Each piece is crafted from rare, exquisite metal and worth about $40,000!

Everyone gets what they truly deserve, my dear. I’m glad you got only the best.

With all my love, Granny Marlene.

My heart raced as I read her words.

“She left nearly $200,000 hidden in these seemingly worn-out clocks,” the lawyer smiled.

I looked at the clocks as tears blurred my vision. Meanwhile, Brian rose from his seat.

“What? Those things are worth that much?” he asked, his face pale.

I smiled through my tears. “Yes, Brian. Grandma knew exactly what she was doing.”

I clutched one of the clocks close to my chest and felt its rhythm sync with my heartbeat. It felt almost as if Grandma was still with me.

Thank you, Grandma, I thought as I walked out of the office with her beloved clocks. Thank you for giving me a piece of your heart to carry forever.

3. Granddad Forbids Anyone from Touching His Old Mattress, Girl Finds Stash There after His Death

My grandfather passed away, and all he left me in his will was an old house. Now that he was gone, it was all I had of him. I missed the days when he was here.

This house held so many memories. After my parents died in a car accident when I was just four, Grandpa became my everything. My father, mother, and best friend. He understood me like no one else, and I loved every moment we spent together.

As I wandered through the quiet house, lost in childhood memories, something clicked.

Grandpa’s mattress! I thought.

I had always wondered why he never let anyone touch it.

“Don’t you dare, young lady,” he’d say with a mischievous grin. “It’s got secrets”

What had he been hiding all these years?

Curiosity got the better of me and I lifted the heavy mattress.

Beneath it lay an old envelope, a leather-bound diary, a stack of photographs, and some yellowed newspaper clippings.

My heart raced as I opened the envelope and flipped through the contents. The first lines of the diary stopped me cold.

“I can’t let Brooke live her life not knowing the truth about her parents”

My breath caught in my throat. What truth? I dove deeper into the diary, my eyes scanning the pages frantically.

Grandpa had detailed an investigation into my parents’ so-called “accident” He had believed their deaths weren’t an accident at all.

His notes pointed to a cover-up involving a drunk driver, Mr. Johnson, and a corrupt police officer, Parker, who had let him go.

“Oh my God!” I whispered.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized what had happened.

Grandpa had spent years uncovering this, and now it was my turn to finish what he’d started.

The next morning, I marched into the local newspaper office with the evidence in hand. The editor, Frank, barely glanced at me.

“We hear all kinds of wild stories,” he said dismissively. “I’m sure you’ve got something similar.”

“This is something totally different,” I shot back, spreading the photos and clippings on his desk. “This is about my parents’ deaths and a cover-up involving the police department. Are you ready for the truth?”

Frank leaned forward, his skepticism melting into intrigue as he studied the evidence.

“This is explosive,” he admitted. “But are you ready for what this will bring? People will come after you”

“I’ve spent my whole life wondering why my parents died,” I said firmly. “Now that I know, I’m not letting anyone stop me”

When the story hit the front page, the town exploded. Protests erupted at the police station and outside Mr. Johnson’s mansion. The case was reopened, and Officer Parker cracked under questioning.

“We were pressured by the Johnson family,” he confessed. “They wanted it buried”

Months later, the trial was a media circus. I testified, my voice shaking but determined. The jury’s verdict brought relief like I’d never known.

Justice had been served.

I visited Grandpa’s grave a few days later.

“We did it, Grandpa,” I whispered. “Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for all that you did.”

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