When Grandma passed, I believed the family farm—worth millions and my childhood haven—would be mine. But her will gave it to my cousin, Felicity, who cared more about selfies than the soil. I was devastated until I received a letter from Grandma explaining her plan: if I stayed and cared for the farm, its true ownership would be revealed in three months.
Despite Felicity’s attempts to sell the farm, I moved back and worked tirelessly to restore it with help from Ross, our neighbor. One night, a fire destroyed the farmhouse, and Felicity used the tragedy to push me to leave. I refused, rebuilding what I could and staying true to Grandma’s wishes.
Three months later, the second part of the will revealed I was the rightful owner, while Felicity was exposed for starting the fire. With the farm officially mine, I found not just a connection to my past but hope for my future—one that included Ross by my side.
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