Hey there! Do I have a story for you! It’s about a family drama and a whole lot of money. Sounds like a soap opera, right? But this is my life, I’m Angela, a 19-year-old who thought she knew her estranged dad until recently.

Let’s rewind a bit. My dad, well, he’s a piece of work. Broke my mom’s heart by having an affair with Clara and then had my half-sister, Lily. After the divorce when I was 10, I lived with my mom and saw my dad sporadically.

To be honest, I wasn’t missing much. Growing up, my dad was more like a guest star in the sitcom of my life, popping up now and then, but never really part of the main cast.

After he left us for Clara, his affair-turned-second-wife, it felt like he didn’t just move out, he kinda checked out of my life too.

My mom, though, she’s a total rockstar. She picked up the pieces without ever dissing him in front of me, always saying he loved me in his own messed-up way.

My dad lived in this ridiculously huge mansion by the coast, made his fortune, sold his business for a million, and that house? It’s on an island, the biggest land around, sold for a fortune too. But despite his wealth, he was bitter, holding grudges like trophies.

When my dad sold his business and moved into that mansion on the island, it was like he was building his own fortress of solitude. Our already rare visits became even less frequent, turning our relationship into something you’d barely call acquaintances.

wasn’t close to him, but I did idolize my aunt, his sister, who’s an RN. She’s basically the cool aunt everyone wishes they had. She’s this amazing nurse, always laughing and making everyone around her feel better.

Hanging out with her made me think that maybe not everything about my dad’s side of the family was a lost cause. She showed me you could be kind and successful without the drama.

She’s also the reason I decided I wanted to become a nurse. My dad seemed to respect that, always saying he was proud of me following in her footsteps.

So when he passed away, imagine my shock when I found out he left everything to me! We’re talking about an 8 million dollar legacy! I was floored! I mean, what’s a 19-year-old supposed to do with that kind of money?

The will reading was surreal. Here I was, expecting maybe a sentimental item or two, but instead, I got the keys to Hamilton Manor, his prized possession.

Meanwhile, Clara and Lily got a mere $10,000 each. It didn’t add up, especially since he seemed to dote on them.

Hearing about my dad’s death knocked the wind out of me, not gonna lie. I thought I was over it, but sitting in that lawyer’s office, listening to his will, all those old feelings of abandonment came rushing back.