I Brought My Family Together to Uncover Their Secrets Only to Reveal My Own, One by One

At 78, I realized my children barely noticed me, so I staged a plan: I faked a health scare and called everyone home. What they thought was a reunion turned into a high-stakes game of truth and inheritance.

Eavesdropping that night, I discovered their hidden motives—talks of wills, secret meetings, and personal agendas. Even my grandson Theo was investigating everyone, including me.

The next morning, I dropped the bomb: only those who stayed and spent time with me would inherit my fortune. Suddenly, they were all on their best behavior—but I knew they were still hiding things.

With my friends at my side and a spy hole in the ceiling catching my eye, I smiled.

Let the real game begin.