When Alex’s blind and dying grandfather summoned the entire greedy family to announce he was donating his fortune to charity, tensions flared instantly. The safe in his bedroom sat mysteriously ajar, luring suspicious eyes. As each relative entered the room alone, Alex sensed something was deeply wrong. But when it was finally his turn, his grandfather revealed a secret that changed everything.
At 19, Alex was the outsider—the invisible black sheep in a family that barely acknowledged him. After his mom passed away, his father remarried Karen, who came with two snobby daughters and enough emotional baggage to drown a therapist.
The way they looked at him—as if he were gum stuck to the bottom of their designer heels—made their grand home feel smaller than a closet.
With their perfectly matched outfits and flawless hair, they only made Alex’s thrift-store wardrobe and messy ponytail stand out more.
“Alex, dear,” Karen would say with a syrupy fake smile, “wouldn’t you feel more comfortable eating in the kitchen?”
Which was code for: You’re embarrassing me in front of my country club friends. His dad would simply stare down at his plate, suddenly transfixed by a single spear of asparagus.
His cousins weren’t any better. All six of them treated family gatherings like stepping stones for their social ambitions, rubbing elbows and flashing fake smiles at anyone with a fat wallet.
Alex often ended up in the kitchen helping the staff wash dishes. At least they treated him like a person. Maria, the family cook, always saved him a generous slice of her famous chocolate cake.
“Those people out there?” she’d say with a wink, handing him a plate. “They have no idea what they’re missing.”
But Grandpa? He was different. He had built the family fortune from scratch, yet remained humble and kind. The wealth never changed him.
He was the only one who truly saw Alex. When everyone else ignored him, Grandpa listened, encouraged, and taught.
From planting roses to finding humor when life got rough, Grandpa was his guide. While the others obsessed over status, Alex and Grandpa would sit on the porch, sipping lemonade, talking for hours.
“Remember, Alex,” he’d say on bad days, “the best revenge is living well. And maybe a good prank now and then.”
Alex never understood what that really meant—until everything changed.
That summer, Grandpa fell seriously ill. His health declined rapidly, and his vision failed. Soon, he was bedridden. That’s when the family descended, buzzing around him with their fake concern like greedy flies.
Alex, however, came every day—not for the inheritance rumors, but to sit with him, read to him, and just be there.
At Grandpa’s request, they started rereading The Count of Monte Cristo. Looking back, Alex realized that might’ve been a clue.
“Read that part again,” Grandpa would say, “where Edmund finds the treasure.”
Maybe he’d been trying not to laugh.
Then came the day everything shifted.
A voice message from Grandpa, hoarse and fragile: “Family meeting. Come to the house. Now.”
They came running. Almost tripping over one another to get to the bedroom. Alex stood back, lingering near the door.
That’s when he noticed the safe. It was slightly open. Grandpa never left it that way.
His heart sank. Everyone had seen it. Karen’s daughters, Bella and Chloe, kept nudging each other and glancing at it like it held their golden ticket.
“I’m sad I can’t see you anymore,” Grandpa began weakly. “I’d give anything to look at your faces again, but the doctors say I’m running out of time. That’s why I called you all here. I’ve made my final decision: I’m donating my entire fortune to charity.”
The silence that followed was louder than a scream.
Alex could almost hear their dreams of luxury homes and trust funds shatter. His cousin Ethan audibly gasped and stared straight at the safe. Others quickly followed, eyes locked on that narrow crack in the door.
They were all thinking the same thing: He’ll never know if we take something.
“I’d like to speak to each of you privately,” Grandpa continued. “One by one. Who wants to go first?”
What followed was chaos. Voices overlapping, bodies pushing forward.
“Enough!” Alex’s uncle bellowed. “I’m the eldest son. I’ll go first.”
His tone made it clear: no one would argue.
“Grandpa, wait!” Alex tried to interrupt, but Bella and Chloe shoved him aside.
From the hallway, Alex watched each relative enter Grandpa’s room and emerge with a smug smile, like they’d just won a prize.
His stomach twisted. He knew exactly what was happening.
The temptation was too much. They assumed the blind old man couldn’t see their sticky fingers.
Alex was the last one allowed in. By then, it was too late to stop anything.
He walked in quietly and sat beside the bed, ignoring the safe.
“Grandpa,” he whispered, holding his hand, “I’m not ready for you to leave.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks. “Remember teaching me to fish? I didn’t want to hurt the worms. Or all those nights we watched stars and you showed me constellations?”
“And you remembered them all,” Grandpa said softly. “Just like you remembered to water my roses while I’ve been stuck in this bed.”
He squeezed Alex’s hand. “You’ve always had a good heart, Alex. And you’re the only one I could ever truly trust.”
Then, something unbelievable happened.
Grandpa removed his dark glasses—and looked straight at him.
Eyes sharp. Clear. Seeing.
“You… you’re not blind?” Alex gasped.
“Nope,” Grandpa grinned. “And I saw everything. Every greedy glance. Every sneaky hand in that safe. They thought I couldn’t tell—but I did.”
He nodded toward the safe. “Let’s see how much is left.”
Alex’s legs shook as he opened it.
It was completely empty.
Grandpa chuckled, delighted.
“I filled it with ten million dollars in fake bills,” he announced. “And they stole every last one. The real fortune is in a secure bank vault downtown—and it’s all yours.”
Alex couldn’t speak. His throat tightened.
“I trust you to use it wisely,” Grandpa said. “And if you want to leave this mess of a family behind, don’t look back. I haven’t looked back in years.”
Days later, Grandpa’s condition began to improve thanks to a new treatment. The doctors were stunned. But Alex wasn’t. Tricksters like Grandpa don’t go down easy.
The next day, Alex booked two first-class tickets to Bali.
The family erupted. Karen threatened lawsuits. His dad demanded a “fair share.” The cousins spewed every insult they could muster.
Alex didn’t care.
He and Grandpa boarded the plane with nothing but their bags—and the joy of knowing justice had been served.
Now, Alex sits on a sun-drenched beach in Bali, watching Grandpa teach local kids how to build sandcastles. His laughter floats on the breeze, warm and alive.
“Pass me another coconut, would you, Alex?” Grandpa calls out. “Planning the perfect revenge makes a man thirsty!”
Alex hands him the drink and sits down beside him, watching the sunset set the sky on fire.
“Was it all worth it?” he asks. “Pretending to be blind? Setting them up?”
Grandpa smiles and takes a sip. “Look around, kiddo. You’re smiling. You’re free. And they’re probably still fighting over Monopoly money. I’d say that’s worth everything.”
Alex leans back, eyes closed, letting the breeze wash over him.
Now he understands: living well truly is the best revenge.