I Faked a Fiancé to Win the Family Inheritance Only to Discover My Sister’s Shocking Plot Against Me — Story of the Day

I thought faking a fiancé would finally let me step out of my sister’s shadow. But in the middle of my own scheme, I discovered that true love had been closer than I’d ever realized.

The moment I opened Mom’s letter, I felt a familiar wave of dread wash over me. The whole family was gathering for Christmas, including my sister Megan and her new boyfriend. Perfect Megan, with her perfect life.

I could already picture her—radiant, accomplished, with some dazzling guy by her side while I just sat there, blending into the background as usual.

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An idea hit me out of nowhere.

What if I show up with a fiancé of my own?

I looked around the office, and my gaze landed on Zach by the printer. He was organizing files. Reliable, responsible, and… not exactly “Prince Charming,” but he could work. And more importantly, he worked for me.

“Hey, Zach,” I called, strolling over casually.

He looked up. “Yes, Claire?”

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“Would you be interested in a, um, side project over the holidays?”

He raised an eyebrow. “A side project?”

“Yes, but more… personal,” I said, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. “It’s just a quick thing with my family. I need someone to… play a role.”

“A role? What kind of role?”

“My fiancé,” I replied, letting the word drop with a casual shrug.

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“Your… fiancé?” He looked like he’d misheard me.

“Yes, just for Christmas.” I grinned, hoping I looked more confident than I felt. “It’d be helping me out. My family is a little… competitive about relationships.”

He stared at me. “I don’t know, Claire… that seems… unusual.”

I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Think of it as an opportunity, Zach. It could be good for your career. You know, help things along.”

His eyes widened. “Oh, God, Claire. If it’s just for the holiday…”

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“Yes!” I clasped my hands together a bit too eagerly. “Just one holiday.”

“Fine. I’ll do it. But only this once.”

“Perfect,” I said, unable to hide my excitement. “All you need to do is show up, look convincing, and smile.”

***

As Zach and I walked up the long, winding path to my mom’s grand house, I clung tighter to his arm. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, yet my heart sank when I spotted Megan.

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She sat on the plush couch next to her boyfriend, Jason, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her hair was perfectly styled, her smile dazzling. She looked up, eyes glinting when she saw us.

“Well, well,” she drawled, standing up and sauntering over. “Claire! And… who’s this handsome man?” Her eyes swept over Zach with suspicion.

“This is Zach,” I said. “My boyfriend.”

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“Boyfriend, huh? Oh my, Claire, where did you find someone so… perfect?” She let the word linger, clearly enjoying the hint of doubt in her voice.

“Work. We met at work. He’s great, actually.”

Zach nodded, giving Megan a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Megan.”

Megan’s gaze lingered on us for a moment longer before she returned to Jason, whispering something in his ear that made him chuckle.

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My cheeks burned. I could tell she wasn’t buying our act for a second.

Later, while Zach was chatting with my dad, I overheard Megan and Jason talking in the hallway. I stopped, straining to listen.

“Can you believe it?” Megan was saying with a laugh. “Mom said she’d leave her inheritance to the first one of us who got married! Guess that means Claire and her ‘boyfriend’ are in a bit of a rush.”

Jason laughed softly. “You don’t think she’d actually…”

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“Oh, she’ll try, alright,” Megan replied. “But it’s Claire. She always falls short.”

So, Mom is turning our lives into some twisted race to the altar? Fine. If marriage is what Mom wants, then I’m ready to give her exactly that.

Later that evening, I dragged Zach to a small shop nearby and picked out the cheapest engagement ring I could find.

Holding it up, I said, “Tomorrow, at dinner, you’ll propose.”

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Zach’s eyes went wide. “Claire, are you serious?”

“Yes. It has to be done. You’ll understand soon.”

***

The Christmas dinner table was set to perfection. Crystal glasses sparkled under the warm lights, and holiday decorations framed every inch of the room. I glanced at Zach, who caught my gaze and gave me a small, frightened smile.

Then came the moment we’d practiced for, rehearsed like actors preparing for the role of a lifetime. I could only hope he’d remember his lines.

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“Everyone,” Zach said, clearing his throat as he stood up, his face pale but resolute. “I have something important to say.”

The room fell silent. My mother’s eyes lit up, practically sparkling. Megan raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain her smirk, and I could see Jason nudging her with an amused grin.

“Claire,” Zach began, turning toward me.

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I watched as he slipped his hand into his pocket, fingers grazing the cheap ring that we’d picked out together in that cramped jewelry store. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure everyone could hear it.

“I never thought,” he began, glancing around the table, “that I’d find someone like Claire. She’s… well, she’s one of the most passionate people I know.”

He paused, and I saw something flicker in his eyes—maybe nerves or maybe something else.

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My mother clasped her hands with excitement. Megan smirked, folding her arms, clearly enjoying the performance. I forced myself to breathe, gripping my napkin so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Zach continued, “She pushes me to be better every day. And I realized… well, I realized that I couldn’t imagine my life without her.”

His voice softened, almost genuine, and for a moment, I felt the room fade as he looked at me. I nearly forgot we were pretending. Nearly.

“Will you marry me?”

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“Yes!” I clapped my hands together, throwing on the biggest smile I could muster. “Oh, I… I can’t believe it!” I gushed, practically shoving my hand out so he could slide the ring onto my trembling finger.

As he slipped the ring on, I was praying no one noticed the rush of desperation beneath it all.

“Oh, Claire, sweetheart!” Mom cried, practically bouncing in her seat. “This is just… wonderful! I’m so happy for you both!”

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As I tried to force a laugh, I could feel Megan’s eyes boring into me. But I was determined to play this role to the end, whatever it took.

“Oh, Claire, darling,” Mom continued. “You know, I’ve been saving something very special for this day.”

She hurried out of the room, her heels clicking with excitement. A few minutes later, she returned, carrying a box wrapped in delicate silk.

“This was my wedding dress,” she said, her eyes misty with nostalgia as she opened the box. “I saved it, hoping one day I could give it to one of my daughters. And now… it’s yours.”

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Mom’s joy, Zach’s quiet resignation, and Megan’s smirk—it was too much. I forced a smile, trying to keep my hands from shaking. “Oh, Mom, I… I don’t know what to say. This is… so generous.”

“Tomorrow,” Mom said, beaming, “we’ll have the ceremony. I’ve already called the family priest.”

Beside me, I felt Zach go rigid. His face was drained of color, and my own heart pounded with panic.

What have I done?

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***

The next day, just before I slipped into the wedding dress, Megan sidled up to me. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking.

“You know, I made up that whole inheritance story, right? Just to see what you’d do.”

“What?” I whispered, barely able to believe it.

She shrugged, feigning innocence. “I knew you’d overhear. I just didn’t think you’d actually fall for it this hard.”

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My face burned with anger and embarrassment. Megan tricked me, and I walked right into it. I was left with a choice: go through with that charade or run out and face the humiliation.

As I stepped up to the altar, dressed in my mother’s gown, the weight of it all hit me. The cheap ring on my finger felt heavy, like a reminder of every lie I’d told.

I looked over at Zach, who stood beside me, clearly trying to hold it together for my sake.

But is this how I want to spend this day for the sake of a ridiculous rivalry?

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In that final second, something in me snapped. I couldn’t do it. I pulled up my dress and bolted down the aisle, the fabric billowing behind me like a parachute. I didn’t look back, didn’t stop to see the stunned faces of my family or hear Megan’s laughter or… or… or see Zack’s eyes.

I just ran.

When I finally got home, reality crashed down like a wave. I let my jealousy, my need to prove myself, push me to this.

And now? Now, I have a cheap ring, a fake fiancé, and a sinking feeling of shame.

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***

Back at work, I went straight to my office, eager to start the day and hoping to shake off the embarrassment from the holiday disaster. But as I walked in, Zach’s desk was empty.

Puzzled, I glanced around, half-expecting him to walk through the door at any moment. Instead, I noticed a folded piece of paper on my desk, my name scrawled in Zach’s familiar handwriting.

My heart sank as I unfolded the note. It read:

“Claire, I’m sorry for leaving like this, but I think it’s for the best. I didn’t agree to be your fiancé for the promotion or because of the pressure. I did it because I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I wish things had been different, and I hope you find what you’re really looking for.”

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I hadn’t realized how blind I’d been to his real feelings. I sat there, realizing I’d just lost someone who genuinely cared.

Without a second thought, I grabbed my coat and headed out. I found Zach’s address in his employee file and drove to his apartment, determined to make things right.

***

When I arrived, the doctor let me in. Zach was sitting beside an elderly woman on the couch, holding her hand gently. She looked frail. She was probably his mom.

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As I took in the scene, everything clicked into place. He needed the income to help her.

I stepped forward.

“Zach, I had no idea… I’m so sorry for everything. I never considered what you were going through.”

Zach looked up, surprised but calm. “It’s alright, Claire. I didn’t expect you to understand.”

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I swallowed, feeling a surge of regret. “Let me help. With her medical bills, I mean. Please.”

After a long pause, he nodded. We sat together, talking about everything that had happened, the absurdity of our pretend engagement, and the misunderstandings that had piled up between us.

“You know… if you’re still interested, I’d like to go on a real date with you,” I finally confessed.

Zach smiled, and I felt my heart lighten. This time, there was no pretending.

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Meet the Boy Who Mows Lawns to Give a Janitor the Retirement He Deserves

A noisy teenager caused trouble for the school janitor and later felt guilty. He learned about the janitor’s life and decided to do something special for him. That’s when he realized something important.

“Wow!” Holden exclaimed when he saw the mess he had created on the floor. He and his friend were just trying to play a prank on another student by painting his locker. However, he accidentally dropped the paint can in the middle of the basketball court, which would definitely be noticed.

“Come on, Holden! Let’s go! Let’s go!” his friend, Andrew, shouted, and they both left everything behind and ran away.

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A noisy teenager caused trouble for the school janitor and later felt guilty. He learned about the janitor’s life and decided to do something special for him. That’s when he realized something important.

Holden and his friend were not bad kids, but they often skipped classes and liked to play pranks on others. They didn’t mean any harm; Holden just didn’t like school and wanted to have fun like many teenagers do.

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“Wow. That’s terrible,” Holden said when he saw the mess he made. “Sorry. That was rude.” Luckily, no one found out about the incident, but later, he walked by the basketball court and saw the old janitor cleaning up. He also heard the principal, Mr. Figgins, yelling.

“We have the pep rally tomorrow, and scouts from all over are coming! This needs to be cleaned up right away!” the principal shouted at the poor man, who was trying to scrub the floor. The paint was oil-based, making the job hard.

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Yes, Mr. Figgins. I’ll make sure it’s ready for tomorrow,” the janitor replied, still scrubbing. The principal waved his arms, yelled some more, and stormed off.

Holden felt awful watching the janitor clean the mess caused by his prank, so he did something surprising. He walked onto the court, grabbed a rag, knelt down, and started helping the janitor.

The old man looked at him and said, “I guess you did this, right?” He continued to scrub the floor.

“Sir, I’m really sorry. It was a mistake. I didn’t know you would get in trouble for it,” Holden said sincerely. “Please don’t tell the principal. My mom would be really mad.”

The janitor sighed and replied, “I won’t tell anyone, but you have to help me until this floor is clean.” Holden quickly agreed.

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As they worked, they talked. The janitor’s name was Fred. At first, they chatted about basketball and football since the school had some of the best teams. But then Holden asked why Fred was still working at his age. He looked to be over 60.

“Well, I need to pay my mortgage,” Fred said with a frown. “I’m 76.”

“Wow, you still haven’t paid it off? That means I can’t even think about having my own house,” Holden said.

“Things are tough right now, kid. I never really wanted a house. I bought that house for my daughter because she needed a place to live,” Fred explained, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I helped her with the mortgage for years, but then she died in a car accident, and now it’s all my responsibility.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” Holden said quietly. They were silent for a moment. “Why not sell the house now?”

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“Where would I go? With rent these days, I’d be homeless. I need to keep working to eat,” Fred said realistically.

“But you might never retire!” Holden added.

“That’s true. I just hope I can pay the mortgage before I die,” he continued.

“How much do you owe?” Holden asked.

“Well, it’s a little under $30,000,” Fred replied.

“Wow. That’s terrible,” Holden said, then widened his eyes. “Sorry, that was rude.”

But Fred laughed. “Let’s just keep working, kid.”

They finally cleaned up the paint, but it took a long time, and Holden went home late that night. He couldn’t sleep, thinking about how to help the old man who didn’t get him in trouble.

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A few days later, he told his mother everything that happened and asked her how they could raise money for Fred. Maybe if they paid off his mortgage, he could retire.

His mother suggested that Holden mow lawns in the neighborhood. It was the right season, and many people needed help. So he got his dad’s lawnmower and started working hard.

But after a few days, he realized it was going to take a long time to earn the money. So he talked to his neighbors whose kids went to the same school. He took a picture of Fred from the school’s website and posted it online, sharing his story and creating a crowdfunding link to help the janitor.

To his surprise, the donations started coming in, and they raised $30,000 in just a week.

Then Holden and his mother spoke to the school principal about having a special ceremony to honor Fred and surprise him. Holden also had to tell the principal about the paint on the court, and Mr. Figgins agreed.

The whole school heard the story and gathered at the basketball court to cheer when Fred arrived. The old janitor had no idea what was happening since he didn’t use social media. Holden presented him with the money, and many people in the crowd cried as the two hugged. Fred officially retired that week.

Holden later learned that Fred had a granddaughter named Erin, who was only a few years younger than him. The janitor wanted to pay off the house for her to have when he was gone. Erin and Holden became good friends, and he started visiting Fred after school to help out.

He stopped hanging out with Andrew and began taking his classes more seriously. The whole experience taught him that you have to work hard for everything.

Holden changed completely and graduated at the top of his class a few years later. The school staff was shocked and happy with his turnaround, as they rarely saw such changes. And it was all because of Fred and that afternoon spent cleaning up paint.

What can we learn from this story?

You should apologize and do your best to fix your mistakes. Holden got the janitor in trouble but sincerely tried to make it right.

It only takes one experience or person to change someone’s life. After meeting Fred, Holden changed for good, learning that life is tough, and only hard work can lead to happiness.

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