Grandmother Sets Marriage Deadline for Granddaughter by Her 70th Birthday or She’s Excluded from Will — Story of the Day

Sophie was enjoying a delightful evening with family when her grandmother, Evelyn, decided to drop a bombshell. Evelyn’s announcement went beyond the ordinary. To get her inheritance, Sophie needed to get married within a month—in time for Evelyn’s upcoming birthday!

The living room was noisy as the whole family gathered at Evelyn’s large, old-fashioned house. With her pink clothes, she was always a vibrant character. For years, her energy was unmatched.

“Everyone, I need your attention!” Evelyn’s voice rang out, commanding silence. Her eyes sparkled as she surveyed her gathered relatives. The chatter ceased, and all eyes turned to her.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Sophie,” Evelyn began, her gaze fixed on her granddaughter, who sat uncomfortably under her family’s eyes.

“You have dedicated your life to your career, which is commendable. But you’ve paid a price by neglecting our cherished family values.”

Sophie shifted in her seat, her expression one of slight annoyance. She knew this conversation was coming. Her grandmother’s values were from a different time, after all.

Evelyn continued, “I stand before you as the last guardian of our family’s traditions, and it pains me to see them so easily cast aside.” Her words hung heavily in the air: “That is why I have decided, unless Sophie can find a husband by the time I turn 70 next month, she will not be included in my will.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Sophie’s face turned pale, eyes wide in shock as the room fell eerily silent.

“Grandma, you can’t be serious,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but Evelyn’s face remained resolute.

“I am utterly serious, Sophie,” Evelyn responded sternly. “I cannot pass on my legacy to someone who shows no interest in continuing our family line.”

Her voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

Sophie’s frustration boiled over as she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“I’ve spent years building my career, investing time and energy to become who I am today,” she protested, her voice rising with each word. “And now, just because I haven’t married, you want to cut me off from the inheritance? That’s not fair!”

Evelyn looked up at her granddaughter, her expression unyielding.

“Life is about choices, Sophie. You chose your path, and now I am choosing mine.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Stung by the harsh reality of her grandmother’s words, Sophie felt a surge of emotion. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang that echoed through the quiet house. She sat in her car, crying out in the night silence.

***

Sophie approached her grandmother’s challenge like another task at work, thus tackling it with due diligence.

She threw herself into the dating world, setting up profiles on several online dating sites, attending speed dating events, and even letting her friends set her up on blind dates. However, her experiences ranged from bizarre to downright disastrous.

One evening, she met Jason, who seemed charming at first. As they sat in a cozy restaurant, Jason leaned in.

“Do you know that the moon landing was staged?” he whispered conspiratorially. Sophie choked on her drink, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The date went downhill as Jason delved deeper into his conspiracy theories.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Then she met Peter, who talked at length about his collection of exotic reptiles.

“And here’s a photo of my pets, Monty and Tweedy!” he exclaimed, showing Sophie pictures of his cat and dog on his shelf. Sophie smiled politely, her interest waning by the second.

Each date left Sophie more disillusioned. During a date at a quaint coffee shop, she slipped into managerial mode, discussing revenue streams and market dynamics, completely missing her date’s glazed-over expression.

These failed attempts and each awkward goodbye underscored her growing despair. She was utterly unprepared for this unpredictable world of dating.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

Back at the office, Sophie was scrolling through her phone, her latest date yet another letdown. She sighed and turned to Steven, her reliable assistant, who was busy organizing files.

“Steven, can we talk?” Sophie’s tone was serious.

“Sure, what’s up?” Steven asked, attentive.

Sophie hesitated, then blurted out, “I need a huge favor. I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a week.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

She rushed on, “I’ll pay you, of course.”

Steven blinked, taken aback. “Pretend to be your boyfriend? Sophie, are you sure about this?”

“It’s just a week to get my grandmother off my back,” Sophie explained hastily. “We can call it off right after her birthday party.”

Seeing her distress, Steven agreed, albeit reluctantly. “Okay, I’ll do it. But let’s make it believable, at least.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

They started spending more time together, exchanging basic information like favorite foods and hobbies.

Sophie, ever the perfectionist, turned their casual chats into intense interrogations about Steven’s background, his views on marriage, and even his credit score.

Realizing they needed a different approach, Steven suggested, “How about we spend this weekend at my cousin’s lake house? Just relax, be ourselves. It might help us be more convincing.”

Sophie agreed to Steven’s suggestion.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

“Okay, Steven, how hard can this be?” Sophie asked with a laugh, tying an apron around her waist as they stood in the small, rustic kitchen of the lake house. They were both attempting to cook dinner, an activity neither was exceptionally skilled at.

“According to my cousin, just throw everything in the pot and hope for the best,” Steven replied, chopping vegetables.

For illustration purposes only | Source: pixabay

For illustration purposes only | Source: pixabay

The pot simmered on the stove while they tried their luck fishing by the lake. Standing side by side with fishing rods, they quickly realized they needed more talent for it. After several failed attempts, Sophie burst out laughing. “Why are we so bad at this?”

“It’s about spending time together, isn’t it?” Steven smiled in answer.

As night fell, they sat by a small fire pit, wrapped in warm blankets and sharing stories of their childhoods.

“You know, I used to think being strong meant doing everything alone,” Sophie confessed, her voice soft against the crackling of the fire. “But this… this is nice. Sharing moments, I mean.”

Steven nodded, passing her a marshmallow to roast.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Yeah, life’s better with good company. Even if it’s just roasting marshmallows and failing at fishing.”

By the end of the weekend, as they packed up to leave, Sophie realized she enjoyed Steven’s company far beyond the confines of their initial agreement.

“It’s strange,” Sophie mused as they drove back, “how a weekend can change so much.”

The atmosphere on their way home was warm and relaxed. Steven finally felt comfortable in the friendly setting and opened up about his dreams.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he started, navigating the winding road. “This weekend helped me realize how much I want to pursue my dreams. I’ve always wanted to start my own business. Maybe a bakery or a café.”

Despite the warmth of their shared weekend, her initial self-interest shadowed her reaction. She remained silent, keeping her concerns to herself, not wanting to discourage him, and dreading the potential disruption to her plans.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

Sophie and Steven arrived at Evelyn’s elegant home, where Evelyn had organized a formal dinner to meet Steven, whom she had heard much about. The house was aglow with soft lights, and a gentle aroma of roasted meats and seasoned vegetables filled the air.

As they walked in, Evelyn greeted them with a beaming smile.

“Steven, I’m so pleased to meet you at last,” she exclaimed, offering a hand that Steven shook warmly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. It’s an honor to be here,” Steven responded, his voice carrying genuine respect.

Steven was the epitome of charm and grace during the dinner, effortlessly engaging with other guests and sharing amusing anecdotes that brought smiles.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Sophie, however, seemed distant. Despite the cozy atmosphere, her interactions with Steven were cold and formal, contrasting with the warmth they had shared over their weekend getaway.

After dinner, Evelyn noticed their tension as they retreated to the living room for dessert. She decided to find out what was going on.

“Sophie tells me you two had a wonderful weekend at the lake house, Steven. It must have been quite the getaway.” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity.

Steven glanced at Sophie, a hint of warmth in his expression.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Yes, it was amazing. We got to know each other beyond work.”

Sophie’s response was curt, almost dismissive. “It was a nice break,” she said, avoiding Steven’s eyes.

Sophie’s behavior puzzled Evelyn when Steven’s earnestness spoke volumes. As he excused himself to fetch some appetizers, Evelyn paused to talk privately with Sophie.

“Sophie, dear, what’s going on? I can see Steven cares deeply. Don’t play with his feelings,” Evelyn whispered, her voice stern yet concerned.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Sophie masked her surprise with a feigned smile.

“Grandma, everything is fine. Steven and I are pleased. He’s even thinking about proposing soon,” she lied, hoping to appease her grandmother.

Evelyn, however, was only partially convinced. She nodded slowly, her doubts quietly mounting.

At that very moment, Steven reappeared, holding a plate of snacks. His timing was such that he likely overheard the conversation. His demeanor changed for the rest of the evening; he became quieter and more reserved.

When it was time to say goodbye, he nodded to Sophie and left without a word, his silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

The following day, the office felt colder and emptier. Sophie soon discovered why: Steven had resigned. He came to collect his belongings.

“I thought we were getting closer, Steven. What happened?” Sophie asked in confusion.

Steven sighed, his frustration evident.

“After the weekend, I thought we had something real. But you shut down and returned to treating me just as an assistant.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Sophie looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Steven. I just… I got scared.”

Steven shook his head, his decision firm.

“I need more than this, Sophie. And I can’t accept your money for the charade.”

He picked up his box, his shoulders set as he walked away, leaving Sophie alone with her regrets.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

Sophie spent the morning before Evelyn’s birthday party lost in thought, meticulously choosing her outfit, each piece selected to reflect a blend of respect and celebration.

As she dressed, her mind was awash with memories of Steven—their weekend at the lake, the arguments, the confessions, and finally, his resignation. The intensity of her feelings surprised her; she hadn’t realized just how deeply she had fallen for him until he was gone.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

When Sophie arrived at the party, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Steven mingling among the guests. Ever the astute matriarch, Evelyn, had extended the invitation to Steven, a gesture that spoke volumes of her fondness for him.

Sophie’s nervousness was palpable as she approached him, her palms sweaty, her heart pounding.

“Steven,” she began, shaky but sincere, “I owe you a huge apology.” She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

“The truth is, I missed you terribly. But it’s more than that. Our pretending… it turned into something real for me. I feel for you, genuinely and deeply. I’m so sorry for all the deception—it started about my grandmother’s will, but it became about so much more.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Steven’s expression, initially guarded, softened as he listened to her words.

“Sophie,” he replied gently, “I forgive you. I was part of the charade, too, remember? I agreed because… well because I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while. I thought this might allow us to explore if something could be real between us.”

Evelyn had been quietly observing their moment of reconciliation until she chose to join them, her approach soft yet deliberate. She took a seat opposite Sophie, her eyes glinting with wisdom and a bit of mischief.

“Sophie, you’ve finally not disappointed me,” Evelyn said, a warm smile spreading across her face. “You’ve come to realize what truly matters. That’s why I’ll leave the inheritance to you and whatever family you build.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Her voice grew tender, “I never intended to follow through if you married just to meet the will’s conditions. I know you well enough, my dear. It wouldn’t have been right. All this was a test, a push to get you to look beyond your career achievements.”

Before the conversation could dip into awkward silence, Steven, ever the peacemaker, made a light-hearted announcement.

“And speaking of new beginnings, I’ve opened my own bakery.” His face lit up with pride.

“I’ve also baked a special birthday cake for tonight. It would mean a lot to me if everyone could come by the bakery sometime to enjoy some coffee and cake.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

The evening unfolded with a celebratory air, the earlier tensions dissolving into laughter and shared stories. Friends and family gathered around, their conversations filled with admiration for Steven’s culinary skills and warm wishes for Evelyn’s continued health and happiness.

Evelyn watched the young couple, her heart full, knowing her unconventional method had ultimately led her granddaughter to reassess her priorities and embrace a future where personal connections held more weight than professional achievements.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.

If you enjoyed this story, read this one: Corinne was at a speed dating event. Frustrated by her failed relationships, she watched how men boasted about their material worlds one by one. But the next candidate caught her attention. He was interested in Corinne’s world. The intrigue grew when the stranger offered her to travel together. 

On My Wedding Day, My Mother-in-Law Handed Me a Note—I Fled Through the Back Door and Disappeared for 15 Years.

My eyes locked onto my mother-in-law, whose face looked as if she had just seen a ghost. In her trembling hand, a small envelope shook, and her eyes were frozen in an expression of pure panic. The loud music in the grand banquet hall of the old mansion drowned out all other sounds, making our conversation completely private.

That sunny May morning was supposed to be perfect. My fiancé Sergei’s family mansion was impeccably prepared to welcome the guests. Waiters meticulously arranged crystal glasses, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh roses and fine champagne. The luxurious portraits framed in gold seemed to silently observe everything happening in the room.

— “Anastasia, have you noticed that Sergei is acting strangely today?” my mother-in-law whispered, glancing around anxiously.

I frowned. Indeed, Sergei had been tense all day. Now, he stood at the far end of the room, pressing his phone to his ear, his face rigid, as if he were hiding something.

— “Just pre-wedding nerves,” I tried to brush it off, adjusting my veil.

— “Look at this. Right now,” she murmured, slipping an envelope into my hands before quickly disappearing into the crowd, regaining her poised demeanor and polished social smile.

Curious and unsettled, I found a discreet corner and hastily unfolded the note. My heart stopped.

“Sergei and his family plan to get rid of you after the wedding. You are part of their scheme. They know about your family’s inheritance. Run if you want to live.”

My first instinct was to laugh. This had to be some kind of cruel joke from my mother-in-law. But then I recalled Sergei’s suspicious conversations, which he always cut short whenever I appeared. His sudden coldness, the secretive glances…

My eyes met his across the room. Sergei had ended his call and was now watching me. There was something different about his gaze—it wasn’t the man I had fallen in love with, but a stranger, a predator.

— “Nastya!” my bridesmaid called excitedly. — “It’s time!”

— “Coming! I just need to use the restroom!”

I ran out into the street through the service corridor, taking off my shoes.

I caught a taxi outside the gate and asked the driver to take me to the station. An hour later, I was already on a train to another city, dressed in purchases from the station store.

I wonder what story Sergei will come up with? Will he pretend to be a sad groom or will he show his true face?

For illustrative purpose only

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. A new life awaited me ahead.

Changing yourself for the sake of safety – that’s what fifteen years of practicing perfect coffee means.

“Your favorite cappuccino is ready,” I put the cup in front of a regular guest of a modest cafe on the outskirts of Kaliningrad. “And a blueberry muffin, as always?”

“You are too kind to me, Vera Andreyevna,” smiled the elderly professor, one of those who regularly warmed up our small coffee shop.

Now I was Vera. Anastasia dissolved in the past along with a white dress and broken hopes. I had to pay a lot for new documents, but the price turned out to be Fully worth it.

“What’s interesting in the world?” I nodded at his tablet, where he was scrolling through the latest news.

“Another businessman caught in fraud. Sergei Valerievich Romanov”

For illustrative purpose only

My hand trembled, and the cup slightly clinked on the saucer. A face appeared on the screen – painfully familiar.

“The head of the holding company ‘RomanovGroup’ is suspected of major financial fraud.” And below, in small print: “Conversations continue around the strange disappearance of his fiancée 15 years ago.”

“Lena, do you understand what you’re saying? I can’t just go back!”

I was rushing around the rented apartment, holding the phone to my ear. Lena, the only one I trusted with the truth, spoke quickly and forcefully:

“Anastasia, listen! His company is under close scrutiny, he’s never been so vulnerable. This is your chance to get your life back!”

“What life? The one where I was a frivolous girl who almost became a victim of a murderer?”

“No, the one where you are Anastasia Vitalievna Sokolova, and not some Vera from the coffee shop!”

I froze in front of the mirror. The woman looking at me had become older and more cautious. The first silver threads had appeared in her hair, and a steel glint had appeared in her eyes.

“Lena, his mother saved my life back then. How is she now?”

“Vera Nikolaevna is in a nursing home. Sergei had long ago removed her from the company’s affairs. They say she asked too many questions.”

The Golden Autumn Nursing Home was located in a picturesque place outside the city. Introducing myself as a social worker (and the necessary papers were easily accessible thanks to my savings), I was easily led to Vera Nikolaevna.

She was sitting by the window in a chair – so fragile and aged that it took my breath away. But her eyes – those same, penetrating and tenacious – recognized me instantly.

“I knew you would come,” she said simply. – “Sit down, tell me how you lived these years.”

I told her about my new life – about cafes, quiet evenings with books, about how I learned to start over.

For illustrative purpose only

She listened, nodding occasionally, and then said:

“He planned to stage an accident during his honeymoon on a yacht. Everything was prepared in advance.” Her voice trembled:

“And now he sent me here to live out my days because I began to dig up his affairs. Do you know how many of these ‘accidents’ have happened to his partners over the years?”

“Vera Nikolaevna,” I took her hand carefully. “Do you have evidence?”

She grinned:

“Darling, I have a whole safe of evidence. Do you think I’ve been silent all these years in vain? I was waiting. Waiting for you to come back.” The same steel spark that I saw every morning in the mirror lit up her gaze. “Well, dear” she squeezed my hand, “maybe we should give my son a belated wedding surprise?”

“Are you sure you’re one of the auditors?” the secretary looked at my documents with distrust.

“Exactly. The emergency audit is related to recent publications.”

The office allocated to me within the walls of “RomanovGroup” was located two floors below Sergei’s office. Every morning I watched his black Maybach arrive at the main entrance. Sergey had hardly changed – the same impeccable posture, elegant suit, the familiar look of a man who submits to everyone. His lawyers have successfully hushed up the scandal so far, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Margarita Olegovna, do you have a minute?” I turned to the chief accountant passing by. “Did it seem that way, or are there certain… discrepancies in the 2023 financial statements?”

The chief accountant turned noticeably pale. As Vera Nikolaevna had assumed, this woman knew too much and was looking for a way to clear her conscience.

“Nastya, something’s wrong,” Lena’s voice trembled in the phone. “They’ve been following me for two days now.”

“Calm down,” I locked the office. “Is the flash drive in a safe place?”

“Yes, but Sergei’s people…”

“Be ready. And remember – tomorrow at ten, as agreed.”

I went to the window. Two strong guys in civilian clothes were looming at the entrance. The company’s security service began to worry. It was time to speed things up.

“Sergei Valerievich, you have a guest,” the secretary could barely contain the trembling in her voice.

“I gave clear instructions – don’t let anyone in!”

“She says… that you abandoned her at the altar fifteen years ago.”

A heavy silence hung in the office. I resolutely entered, without waiting for permission.

Sergei slowly raised his head from the documents. His face froze into a mask.

“You…”

“Hello, dear. Didn’t expect this?”

For illustrative purpose only

He abruptly pressed the button on the phone:

“Security to me!”

“No need,” I put the folder on the table. “The investigation already has your documents. Margarita Olegovna turned out to be surprisingly talkative. And your mother… she spent many years collecting dirt on you.”

His hand reached for the desk drawer.

“I don’t advise it,” I warned. “Shooting will cause unnecessary noise. And the prosecutor’s office is already waiting at the main entrance.”

For the first time, I saw fear appear on his face.

“What do you want?” he muttered.

“The truth. Tell me about the yacht. About the ‘accident’ that was planned.”

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed:

“And you’ve grown up, Anastasia. Yes, I was going to eliminate you. Your inheritance was supposed to be an investment for the business. And then… I had to play the role of a saddened groom for many years, so that no one would ask unnecessary questions.”

“And how many lives have you taken over these years?”

“This is business, babe. There is no place for feelings here.”

The noise behind the door became louder – the investigators were approaching.

“You know what?” I leaned towards him. “Thank you to your mother. Not only did she save my life, but she also taught me patience: sometimes you need to wait a long time to strike the right blow.”

Three months later, I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop in Kaliningrad. The TV screen was broadcasting a court hearing – Sergei was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. That’s how long I spent wandering.

“Your cappuccino, professor,” I put the cup in front of a regular customer.

“Thank you, Vera… I mean Anastasia.” he smiled sheepishly. “Now will you return to your old life?”

“You know, professor… Maybe my old life wasn’t real? Maybe I’m just starting a full life now. I bought this coffee shop and am staying here.”

It was raining outside, filling the air with the freshness of freedom.

Related Posts

Woman Gives Halloween

1 November 2024 M Love Animals 0

Kate’s story is both heartbreaking and empowering. She had endured months of painful uncertainty about her husband’s disappearance, only to discover that he had quietly […]

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*