A rude millionaire who believed money could buy anything demolished a poor old man’s house to build a mall. While checking the ruins later, he accidentally found his childhood photo among the rubble.
Can a person’s greed for riches blind them so miserably that they destroy someone else’s dreams to build theirs? In July 2021, Florida-based real estate tycoon Elliot Morris happened to shatter a poor old man’s dreams to fulfill his pursuit of wealth.
Elliot was looking for a perfect landscape to build a deluxe mall in the city when his eyes fell upon old Joe Brooke’s land. The young builder loved the location and fixed his mind to raising his new mall there.
He decided to tear down the old man’s house on the plot. When old Joe objected to it, Elliot saw him as nothing more than a thorn in his way that was easy to get rid of…
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“Please, I beg of you. I don’t have anybody, and this house is the only treasured memory I have of my late wife,” Joe begged Elliot, who had visited with his men. “I have nowhere to go. Please don’t make me homeless.”
“How did you get my mom’s photo?” the man asked old Joe. “That’s me with her. Do you know my mom? What is your relationship with her?”
But Elliot turned a deaf ear to the poor old man’s pleas. “Look here, old man. I already talked to the mayor, and he is on my side. I’m bringing this thing down in two weeks. All you’ve got is 14 days to pack your stuff and leave with whatever money I give you. Is it clear?”
Poor Joe was worried. He refused to accept a dime in exchange for his beloved house and kept crying. But Elliot was far from kind and walked away, grinning. “Two weeks and I’ll be back,” Joe heard the rude rich man’s faint voice from outside.
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Joe’s house was a bit farther away from his clustered neighborhood, so nobody stepped forward in his favor. The two weeks were nothing short of nightmarish for the poor old man. He hoped something would happen and change the rich man’s mind. He anticipated a miracle and never packed his things. But before he knew it, the day for the demolition had arrived.
“Please, I beg you! Please don’t destroy my house!” old Joe pleaded with Elliot and his men, who arrived two weeks later with heavy machinery outside his house to tear it down.
“Didn’t I tell you to pack your things?” Elliot retorted. “It’s not my problem anymore. Here, take this check and leave. I don’t have time to listen to your silly, old stories.”
Elliot ordered one of his men to take old Joe to the nursing facility. He handed out the check for the house, but the old man refused to take it.
Before leaving, a teary-eyed Joe looked at Elliot and said, “You’ve changed a lot, young man. Money has blinded you and ruined your soul…You cannot buy everything with money.”
“What rubbish! Take this old man from here,” Elliot ordered. He brushed Joe’s words as nothing and walked further to watch the house being torn down. Joy filled his heart as he saw the bricks and roof chipping away from the building, crashing onto the ground.
“I’ll be back in a while. Keep working, and do not touch anything until I arrive,” he said, driving past the dusty house in ruins.
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That evening, Elliot returned to the demolished spot to celebrate his feat. “Getting rid of that old thorn was so easy!” he exclaimed as he walked over the broken bricks.
Just then, he stumbled upon the broken glass of a photo frame. He looked at the photo and gasped in shock.
“Mom? What is her photo doing here?” he said, picking up the picture. Elliot dusted it and realized it was an old photo of his mom with a baby.
“That’s me,” he exclaimed again. “But what is our photo doing in this old man’s house? I have to find out,” he said and immediately drove to the nursing home to see Joe.
“You? Why have you come here? Aren’t you happy yet?” the old man cried after seeing the young builder. “What more have you come to destroy?”
Joe refused to look at Elliot, who held his hand and showed him the photo he’d recovered from the demolished ruins.
“How did you get my mom’s photo?” he asked. “That’s me with her. Do you know my mom? What is your relationship with her?” Elliot was furious. He had known that his mother was a single parent, and finding her picture in Joe’s house raised many questions in his mind. “Tell me…how do you know my mother?”
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Joe, who remained silent, finally spoke out, revealing something Elliot never knew.
“I found your mother Samantha on the road with a baby in her arms 30 years ago,” Joe said. “I was on my way home from my wife’s funeral and found your mom hopeless and drenched in the rain while trying to protect you.”
As Elliot heard this, tears slowly started to fill his eyes. “Then what happened?” he curiously asked.
“I took her in and gave her shelter. Her boyfriend, your dad, had kicked her out for another woman,” Joe narrated. “Samantha lived in my house for five years, and I treated her like my daughter.”
“But if she lived with you, why did she move out? We had a bigger house,” Elliot asked, still doubtful of old Joe’s revelation. “Is there something I’m missing?”
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“I bought her a new house and helped her start a small business from my savings. She grew into a successful businesswoman but never forgot this old man. Samantha often visited me until she died ten years ago,” Joe explained. “I had also been to her funeral, but who would notice this poor, old man. You had grown into a successful, rich man, and I was happy to see how she raised you.”
At this point, Elliot’s heart broke. He recalled his mother once telling him about a loving father who was behind her success. But all this while, he had no idea that she had been talking about old Joe.
Guilty and heartbroken, Elliot decided to mend his mistake. The next day, he put up an “Under Construction” board on Joe’s property and ordered his men to build a new house there. In less than four months, a beautiful home replaced the one he demolished.
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Elliot gifted this house to Joe and apologized to him for being so ignorant and forgetful of his past. He also promised to do his best to return the old man’s kindness. But the humble man he was, Joe forgave the young builder and refused any form of help.
“You are my grandson, and I will accept only this house from you, and nothing more. I do not expect any material help from you other than your love,” Joe said, creating a massive impact on Elliot. “You are always welcome to visit this old man as my grandson, not as a wealthy man filled with guilt. Even your mom wanted to help me, and I had told her the same!”
Joe happily moved back to his new house and lived a modest life. He inspired Elliot and taught him that money perishes but not compassion and love.
In the end, Elliot built a couple of retirement homes for older adults in the city. He helped people in need and never tore down another house that belonged to someone else unless they were willing.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Do not ruin someone else’s happiness to build your dreams. In Elliot’s efforts to build his mall, he destroyed old Joe’s beloved house. He did not consider the old man’s pleas and ruined his happiness to fulfill his own.
- Create something useful for others when you get a chance. When Elliot realized his mistake, he apologized to Joe and built a house for him. And because he had the resources, he did his best to help the needy.
I Had My Son Do a DNA Test Which Confirmed Paternity, but Then His Fiancée’s Mother Called and Left Me Totally Shocked
Let me tell you about my son, Ryan. His journey through college was pretty much like any other kid’s, filled with ups and downs, late-night study sessions, and the occasional party. It was during his senior year, though, that he dropped a bombshell on me that would change the dynamics of our family forever. Ryan told me his girlfriend, Shelly, was pregnant.
Now, Ryan’s a good kid — responsible, kind-hearted, and a bit naive when it comes to matters of the heart. So, when he shared the news, my first instinct was to ensure he wasn’t walking into a situation blindly. I suggested a DNA test, just to be sure. Ryan, bless him, took the advice in stride and got the test done. When the results confirmed he was the father, he didn’t hesitate to stand by Shelly and start dating her officially.
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The first time I met Shelly, I knew we were going to have a rough start. She confronted me about the DNA test, accusing me of thinking the worst of her. I tried to explain it was just a precaution, a standard piece of advice I’d give in any similar situation, but the damage was done. Our relationship started on the wrong foot, and despite her integration into the family, things between us never warmed up. I decided to keep my distance for the sake of peace, being civil at family events but nothing more.
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Time passed, and Ryan and Shelly’s relationship blossomed into an engagement. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. Shelly, for reasons known only to her, began slandering me to anyone who would listen. She painted me as this villain, twisting my words and actions into something sinister. It was like she was on a mission to turn my own family against me, and the sad part was, it was working. My son, caught between his mother and his future wife, felt he had to make a stand. He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to Shelly for things I never said or did, or be barred from their wedding.
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I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Apologizing for things I hadn’t done would be admitting guilt to lies and slander, but standing my ground meant missing one of the most important days in my son’s life. In the end, I chose my integrity, refusing to apologize for offenses I hadn’t committed.
Consequently, I was uninvited from the wedding. The fallout was immediate and painful; friends and family turned their backs on me, swallowing Shelly’s stories without a second thought. It was a lonely time, filled with a lot of soul-searching and questioning where things went wrong.
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Then, two weeks before the wedding, out of the blue, I received a phone call that would throw everything into even more chaos. It was Shelly’s mother, Jen — a woman I had barely interacted with, given my strained relationship with her daughter. Her voice was anxious, laced with an urgency that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.
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“Hi. Get in the car and drive to me, it’s urgent.”
“Hey Jen. What’s that?”
And then she dropped a bombshell on me. Her words were rushed, urgent, and they carried a weight that I couldn’t immediately understand. “We need to cancel the wedding,” she said, a statement so bold and out of the blue that it momentarily took my breath away. “I found out Shelly really was lying all this time. I can’t allow your son’s life to be ruined like this.”
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My heart skipped a beat. “But how? The test showed he is the father,” I responded, my mind racing through the implications of her words.
Jen’s next question caught me off guard. “Didn’t your son say where they did the test?” I realized then that Ryan had never mentioned specifics, and a sinking feeling began to take hold. Jen revealed something that made the pieces start to fall into place in the most unsettling way.
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The paternity test — Shelly had arranged it through her father, Jen’s ex-husband, a detail that Ryan, nor I, had been privy to. Jen was convinced the results we’d been shown were fabricated.
My heart pounded as the truth began to dawn on me. Ryan had never seen the actual test results, only the conclusions as presented by Shelly’s father. The realization hit me like a freight train: we had been deceived on the most fundamental level.
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In the days that followed, the truth unraveled like a thread pulled from a sweater, undoing the fabric of lies Shelly had woven. It turned out Shelly had been dating multiple guys and got pregnant accidentally. The real father was someone with no means to provide, and somehow, Shelly decided to pin her hopes and future on Ryan, my son, exploiting our family’s financial stability.
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The fallout was devastating. Ryan was heartbroken, his trust shattered by the person he had been ready to build a life with. The wedding was called off, and the family was thrown into turmoil, trying to grapple with the deception and its implications. Shelly, faced with the exposure of her lies, chose to leave, moving in with her father, the same man who had aided her deceit.
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It was a trying time for all of us, especially for Ryan. Yet, through the storm of emotions and upheaval, there were unexpected silver linings. Jen and I, once at odds because of our children’s relationship, found common ground in our mutual concern for our kids’ well-being. We started communicating periodically, a connection forged in the fire of our shared ordeal.
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The aftermath was a period of healing and reflection. Ryan took time to mend, leaning on his family and reevaluating what he wanted for his future. It was a tough lesson in trust, love, and the complexities of relationships. But eventually, he emerged stronger, more resilient, and with a clearer understanding of himself and his values.
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In the end, life has a way of moving forward, of healing wounds and offering new paths. Ryan found peace, and our family found unity in the face of betrayal. Shelly’s departure marked the end of a tumultuous chapter, but for us, it was the beginning of something new — lessons learned, bonds strengthened, and a future filled with hope.
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Meanwhile, here’s another story about a DNA test that exposed a mother-in-law’s secret.
I Did DNA Test to Prove I Didn’t Cheat on My Husband, Exposed My MIL’s Humiliating Secret Instead
Marrying Jake was the culmination of every dream I’d ever had about love and family. At 25, I felt like the luckiest woman alive, stepping into a future that seemed as bright and promising as the man standing beside me at the altar. Our life together was everything I’d hoped for, a perfect blend of love, laughter, and shared dreams. Yet, amidst this idyllic existence, there lingered a shadow, a detail so significant it threatened the very fabric of our happiness.
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Two months ago, we welcomed our daughter, Jess, into the world. Her arrival should have been an unblemished joy, but instead, it became the center of unwelcome speculation. Jess had vibrant green eyes, a trait that stood out as an anomaly in both our families, sparking whispers and doubts about her paternity.
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Despite Jake’s unwavering trust in me, the constant barrage of insinuations from our families wore us down. In a bid to silence the gossip and solidify our family against external doubts, I suggested a paternity test, a decision that Jake initially resisted. He believed in us, in me, and saw no need to prove our truth to anyone. However, the persistent whispers eventually led us to proceed with the test, hoping it would put an end to the speculation.
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The day the results came, we decided to face the music together, inviting our families over for a dinner that would reveal more than anyone had bargained for. As I stood before them, test results in hand, the tension was palpable. “Jess is indeed your daughter, but your dad isn’t actually your dad,” I revealed, my words hanging in the air like a thunderclap.
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The reaction was immediate and visceral. My mother-in-law, Janice, paled, her actions betraying her before words could. My father-in-law was shell-shocked, the revelation tearing through decades of marriage and trust like a knife. Janice’s protests of innocence and manipulation fell on deaf ears as the magnitude of her deception became apparent.
The fallout was cataclysmic. A secret affair, buried for years, came to light, challenging the identity and relationships within Jake’s family. My father-in-law’s departure marked a poignant moment of realization for us all, as we grappled with the implications of a lie that had shaped the very foundation of their family.
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In the aftermath, Jake and I were thrust into an emotional maelstrom. What had started as an attempt to defend our family from unjust suspicion had unraveled a tapestry of lies, revealing a betrayal that went far beyond our immediate concerns. We were left to navigate the complex terrain of trust, identity, and familial bonds, forever altered by the truths that had come to light.
As my husband and I stood amidst the wreckage of his family’s legacy, we realized that our journey was far from over. The challenges we faced, though daunting, reinforced our commitment to each other and to Jess. In the face of upheaval, we found strength in our unity, a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of family.
This revelation, while painful, marked the beginning of a new chapter for us. One where the definitions of family, loyalty, and love were rewritten in the context of honesty and acceptance. Amidst the chaos, our dedication to each other remained a guiding light, leading us toward healing and a deeper understanding of what it means to belong.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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