Woman Arrives at the Farm She Inherited from Her Grandfather to Sell It, but a Farmhand Stands in Her Way — Story of the Day

Rebecca arrives at the farm she inherited, ready to sell it and move on. But a stubborn farmhand refuses to let her make an easy sale. He challenges her at every turn, forcing her to confront not just him but the memories and responsibilities she thought she left behind. Their clash will decide the farm’s fate.

Early in the morning, Rebecca got into her car, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. This wasn’t part of her usual routine, but something unexpected had come up, and she had to deal with it.

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Leaving her small business in the hands of her assistant, she set off on a long drive, heading out of the busy city.

Rebecca was on her way to her late grandfather’s farm, which he had left to her in his will. She hadn’t been there in years. As a child, she spent summers there, running around and playing, but once she grew older her visits stopped.

Rebecca always assumed her grandfather would pass the farm on to one of his workers, someone who truly needed it. Now, she had no intention of running it herself. Her plan was simple—check things out, find a buyer, and sell it as quickly as possible.

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Rebecca parked near the farmhouse and stepped out, glancing around. As she turned, she noticed a man on the porch. He stood up quickly, smiling.

“Hey there,” he said. “You must be my new boss. I’m Derek.” He stepped forward, offering his hand.

Rebecca shook it, frowning slightly. Something about him seemed familiar. “Hi, Derek. But you’ve got it wrong. I’m not your boss.”

Derek tilted his head. “Well then, may I at least know the name of my non-boss?”

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“Oh,” Rebecca said, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Wait a minute. Are you the same Rebecca who let all the chickens out so the dog could have fun?” He chuckled.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as the memory came back. Derek was the son of one of her grandfather’s workers, and they used to play together when she was little. “And you’re the same Derek who taught me to chase them with a slingshot?”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. They both laughed, easing the tension.

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Derek’s expression grew serious. “So, what do you mean you’re not my boss? The farm was left to you, right?”

Rebecca’s smile faded. “Yes, but I don’t plan to keep it. I’m here to sell it.”

“What? Sell it? To who?”

“I don’t know yet,” she said, shrugging. “Whoever wants to buy it.”

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“Even if they tear it down?” he asked.

“Well… yes.”

Derek stepped closer, his voice rising. “How could you do that? Your grandfather spent his life on this farm! It was everything to him.”

Rebecca felt a pang of guilt but tried to stand her ground. “He’s gone, Derek. And I have my own life. Being a farmer wasn’t part of my plan.”

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Derek’s eyes searched hers. “What about the animals? The people who work here? You’re just going to let them lose everything?”

She hesitated. “The new owner will handle that.”

Derek’s face darkened. “You don’t care at all, do you?”

“I care. It’s just… not my responsibility anymore,” she said quietly, turning to walk toward the house.

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Derek’s voice followed her. “You heartless witch!”

Rebecca winced but didn’t turn back. She quickened her pace, heading inside, trying to ignore the doubts his words stirred.

The next morning, Rebecca was startled awake by a knock on her door. She groggily got up and opened it to find a man standing on the porch.

“Good morning, Rebecca,” he said, nodding politely. “I’m Travis. I manage the fields here. Something’s happened, and I think you’ll want to see it.”

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Rebecca rubbed her eyes. “Morning. Just give me a moment to get dressed.”

She quickly threw on the first clothes she found, then followed Travis outside. They walked through the farm until they reached one of the main fields. Rebecca’s heart sank when she saw the crops. They looked weak, wilted, and sickly.

“What’s wrong with them?” she asked.

Travis sighed, his expression grim. “Hard to say. Maybe someone spread something to damage them. Could be competitors. But if we don’t act fast, we’ll lose the entire crop.”

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Rebecca’s face tightened. “I don’t care. I’m selling the farm. That’s my plan.”

Travis glanced at her. “You’d get a lot more money if you sold it as a working farm. Not just land.”

Rebecca knew he had a point. She hesitated, then asked, “So, what do you need from me?”

“I need an extra worker. One of our guys is out sick, and we don’t have enough hands,” Travis explained.

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“Alright,” Rebecca said. “I’ll find someone to help.”

Rebecca spent the entire day making phone calls, trying to find someone to hire. She went through a long list of contacts, but every answer was the same—nobody was available.

By evening, she was exhausted, her energy completely drained. She felt like a squeezed lemon, with nothing left to give.

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Tired and frustrated, Rebecca found herself wandering toward the stables. She remembered how, as a child, she would sit there for hours, surrounded by the soft sounds of the horses.

It always calmed her. She gently petted their noses, fed them some hay, and felt a wave of comfort wash over her. She sighed, thinking, who would have imagined this farm could bring her so many problems?

“Oh, I didn’t know princesses visited stables,” Derek said, his tone icy as he stepped inside.

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Rebecca turned, frowning. “What’s with the attitude?”

Derek folded his arms. “How else should I talk to someone who doesn’t care?”

“For your information, I spent all day trying to find a worker for Travis,” she snapped. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain herself, but his accusation stung.

Derek’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “So you can sell the farm for a better price. That’s what Travis said.”

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Rebecca rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the guilt building inside her.

“I can help Travis,” Derek said, “but I need support with the livestock. That’s my job.”

“There’s no one available to work,” she said.

Derek stepped closer, his gaze steady. “You could help.”

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Rebecca blinked, surprised. “Me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Or are your hands too soft for real work?”

“I know how to work,” she shot back. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever really known how to do.”

“Good,” Derek said, turning toward the door. “Then it’s settled.”

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Rebecca stood there, still processing, as he walked away, wondering how she’d just agreed to help.

For the next few weeks, Rebecca found herself doing things she never expected. She woke up early each morning, pulling on boots and gloves, ready to work. She helped the workers in the fields, fed the animals, and even joined them in the kitchen, cooking meals after long days.

At first, she thought it would be a struggle, but the workers were patient and kind, teaching her the tasks step by step. They treated her like part of the team, and she started to see how much they cared about the farm.

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Rebecca began to question if selling the farm was the right decision. Every night, she fell into bed exhausted, but it was a different kind of tiredness. The farm, once just a burden, was slowly becoming a place she was starting to care about.

One evening, as she walked back to the house, she spotted something unusual—small surveillance cameras mounted on poles, pointing straight at the field. Why hadn’t she noticed them before?

After asking around, she learned from Sarah, a longtime farm worker, where to access the footage. Sarah brought it to the house, and Rebecca started watching the recordings.

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She fast-forwarded until she found what she was looking for—footage of someone sneaking through the field, scattering a strange powder over the crops. The image was blurry at first, but then the figure’s face came into view. Rebecca’s heart dropped. It was Derek.

Furious, she slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the house. Without thinking, she marched straight toward Derek’s cabin, her mind spinning.

Rebecca stormed up to Derek’s door. When he opened it, she held out her laptop, the screen showing the footage. “Care to explain this?!” she snapped.

Derek sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I was trying to delay the sale,” he said.

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“So you decided to destroy the farm?!” Rebecca yelled, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t destroy it,” Derek replied. “I slowed things down. It worked. I know you’ve started to care.”

“You can’t just do that, Derek! People had to work harder because of you!” she shouted.

“I thought you didn’t care about the people here,” he said. “I wanted to make you see what this farm means.”

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Rebecca felt a sting in his words, but she refused to back down. “But you messed up! I don’t care! That’s why I’m selling it—to the first buyer who shows up!” she yelled, her voice cracking as she turned and stormed away, leaving Derek standing there.

Two days later, two businessmen arrived at the farm. Rebecca greeted them with a polite smile and led them on a tour, showing them the fields, the barns, and the house. She kept her tone professional, trying to stay detached.

After the tour, Ryan, one of the men, said, “We’re ready to buy it.”

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Rebecca felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “Great! When can we sign the contract?” she asked.

“Right now,” said the other man, Tom. “We brought our lawyer with us.”

Rebecca nodded and led them inside. They sat at the dining table, and the lawyer set the papers down. She picked up the pen, but her hand froze. Something didn’t feel right. “You’re buying the farm to run it, right?” she asked.

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“Not exactly,” Ryan replied. “We plan to build a factory here. Is that a problem?”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted. She hesitated, but forced a smile. “No, no problem.” Her eyes drifted to the wall. A childhood photo of her and her grandfather hung there—she was feeding a calf, smiling wide. She took a deep breath, pushing the papers closer. Slowly, she prepared to sign.

After fifteen minutes, Rebecca walked Ryan, Tom, and their lawyer out of the house. She spotted Derek sitting under a tree, watching. Tom shook her hand. “Well, good luck,” he said. Ryan did the same, and then they drove off.

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Derek got up and walked over. “Congratulations,” he said flatly. “The farm’s no longer your problem. How much did you sell it for?”

Rebecca looked at him. “I changed my mind.”

“What?” Derek’s eyes widened, confused.

“I’m not selling it,” she repeated.

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Derek’s frown melted into a smile. “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy,” she said, trying to stay serious. “I’m a demanding boss. My employees usually avoid me.”

Derek suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, catching her off guard. After a moment, she realized what was happening and hugged him back, feeling something warm and hopeful stir inside her.

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All the Women in My Family Showed Up to My Wedding Wearing White — What My Fiancée Did Shocked Me

When my fiancée Jen met my tight-knit, prank-loving family, I warned them not to “test” her like they do with every new woman. But on my wedding day, the women arrived grinning in white dresses, defying my ultimatum! Furious, I moved to kick them out — but Jen grabbed the mic and stunned us all.

I never thought my wedding day would turn into a battlefield, but that’s what happens when you come from a family like mine.

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Don’t get me wrong, I love them. But the women in my family? They’re something else entirely.

Picture this: a swarm of aunts, cousins, my mom, stepmom, stepsister, and my grandmother, all bound together by their shared love of what they called “playful teasing.”

The rest of us called it what it was: bullying wrapped in a family tradition bow.

Growing up, I watched them tear through relationships like tissue paper. My cousin Mike’s first girlfriend lasted exactly one family dinner before she excused himself to the bathroom and climbed out the window.

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My sister-in-law Kelly spent three months crying after every family gathering before she finally “earned her place.”

Even my dad’s second wife, now my stepmom, had to weather six months of subtle jabs and not-so-subtle critiques before they accepted her.

“It builds character,” my mom always said whenever I complained about their antics. “Besides, everyone goes through it. It’s how we know they’re really family.”

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A woman speaking during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“More like how you know they’re broken enough to join the club,” I muttered once, earning myself a month of silent treatment.

Their favorite sport? “Testing” any new woman who dared to enter our family circle. They’d pick apart everything from her clothes to her career choices until she either broke down or proved herself worthy.

Then, like some twisted initiation ritual, the victim would usually join their ranks, ready to torment the next newcomer.

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Women hugging at a family gathering | Source: Pexels

When I met Jen, I knew she was different. Smart, confident, and kind in a way that made you feel seen.

I also knew my family would eat her alive if given the chance. So when I introduced her, I laid down the law.

“No harassment,” I told them firmly at our first family dinner together. “I mean it. Jen’s off limits.”

They smiled and nodded, all innocent faces and promises. I should have known better.

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Women seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Two weeks later, my cousin Ben showed me the comments they’d left on Jen’s Facebook page. They’d been roasting Jen behind my back, picking apart everything from her “basic” career in marketing to her “try-hard” volunteer work at the animal shelter.

I saw red.

“Delete every last one of those comments on Jen’s Facebook!” I demanded in our family group chat. “Apologize to Jen or none of you are coming to the wedding. Not even Mom! I’m not kidding.”

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An angry man typing on his phone | Source: Midjourney

The messages flooded in immediately.

“Oh, come on! We’re just having fun!”

“Don’t be so sensitive.”

“She needs to learn to take a joke.”

“This is how we welcome people into the family. You know that!”

I stood my ground. Eventually, they gave in and apologized, though their words dripped with insincerity. I thought that would be the end of it.

I was wrong.

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A thoughtful man staring out a window | Source: Midjourney

Three days before the wedding, my brother Jake called me.

“Listen,” he said, his voice tense. “You need to know something. They’re planning to all wear white to the wedding. They’re calling it a ‘harmless prank’ to test if Jen’s ‘worthy’ of being part of the family.”

My stomach dropped. “Are you serious?”

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A concerned-looking man speaking on his cell phone | Source: Midjourney

“Dead serious. Mom’s leading the charge. They’ve got a group chat going and everything. They’ve been shopping together, coordinating their outfits. It’s like some kind of military operation.”

“Of course it is,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Because why would they let my actual wedding get in the way of their power games?”

I immediately sent out a mass text: “Anyone who shows up in white will be turned away at the door. I don’t care if it’s my own mother. This isn’t a joke or a test. It’s my wedding day.”

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A man sending an angry text | Source: Midjourney

The responses were immediate and defensive.

“We’d never do that!”

“How can you accuse us of planning to upstage the bride? Shame on you!”

I didn’t believe them for a minute. The night before the wedding, I barely slept, wondering if they’d actually go through with it. Jen noticed my worry but seemed surprisingly calm about the situation.

“Whatever happens tomorrow,” she said, kissing me goodnight, “we’ve got this.”

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A woman in bed smiling confidently | Source: Midjourney

On our wedding day, I stationed myself near the entrance, determined to follow through on my threat. When they arrived as a group, my heart nearly stopped.

Every single one of them, from my 70-year-old grandmother to my teenage cousin, was dressed in white. They walked in like they owned the place, smirking and nudging each other.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, stepping in front of them. “I warned you.”

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A stern man standing in a building entrance | Source: Midjourney

My sister-in-law, Kelly, laughed. “It’s just a test! If she can’t handle this, she’s not worthy of being part of our family.”

I felt my face growing hot. “Get out. All of you.”

“Now, honey,” my mom started, but I cut her off.

“I mean it. Leave.”

Before I could say another word, I heard feedback from the microphone.

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Close up of a microphone | Source: Pexels

My heart stopped as I turned to see Jen standing there, microphone in hand, looking absolutely radiant in her white wedding dress. The room fell silent.

“Before we get started, I’d like to say a few words. As you can see,” she began, her voice steady and clear, “the entire female side of my new family dressed in white today.”

She paused, letting her words hang in the air as the women continued to smirk. None of us were prepared for what she said next.

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A bride speaking into a microphone | Source: Midjourney

“I wanted to thank them for supporting my idea to come in white and standing by me during this joyful, but definitely challenging, moment of entering their family,” Jen continued with a smile. “They said they would consider it an honor to back me up, and for that, I am truly grateful.”

The smirks melted off their faces so fast you’d think they’d been slapped. My mom’s jaw actually dropped. Aunt Susan started sputtering, trying to form words. Cousin Rachel turned an interesting shade of pink.

But Jen wasn’t finished with them yet.

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A bride smiling while giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

With a graceful movement, she reached for the outer layer of her dress and removed it, revealing a stunning golden gown underneath that seemed to capture every bit of light in the room.

The gasps were audible. In that moment, she was radiant, powerful, and absolutely in control.

Jen smiled impishly as she beckoned to the women. “Come in, ladies, and take your seats so we can get this show on the road!”

I watched as my family members shifted uncomfortably, looking at each other with uncertainty for the first time in my memory. They’d finally met their match, and they knew it.

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A group of women wearing white | Source: Midjourney

The mighty had fallen, and they’d fallen hard.

The rest of the wedding was surprisingly peaceful. My family members kept to themselves, speaking in whispers and throwing occasional glances at Jen.

It was like watching a pride of lionesses that had suddenly encountered something they couldn’t intimidate. They were rattled, and more than a little afraid.

Looking back, I realize that moment changed everything.

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A smiling man seated at a table | Source: Midjourney

Jen didn’t just outsmart them; she showed them a different way to be strong. She took their power play and turned it into something elegant and kind. No screaming, no threats, just pure class and intelligence.

I’d always known Jen was remarkable, but watching her handle my family with such grace made me fall in love with her all over again.

I’d been ready to fight my entire family for her, something I never thought I’d be capable of doing. But she showed me there were better ways to handle conflict.

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A smug woman wearing a gold gown | Source: Midjourney

These days, family gatherings are different. The women still tease, but the cruel edge is gone. They treat Jen with a respect that borders on reverence, and I’ve noticed they’ve stopped “testing” newcomers altogether.

Sometimes I catch them watching her at family events as if trying to figure out how she did it.

As for me? I couldn’t be prouder of my wife. That day, she didn’t just handle a toxic situation; she transformed it.

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A couple dancing at their wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

She showed me that sometimes the best way to fight fire isn’t with more fire, but with something unexpected entirely.

“You know,” Jen told me later that night, “I almost wore the gold dress from the start. But then I thought about how they might feel, all dressed up in their white dresses, thinking they had the upper hand.”

I pulled her close. “You’re something else, you know that?”

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A couple slow-dancing at their wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

She smiled that brilliant smile that first made me fall for her. “I know. That’s why you married me.”

And she was right. That’s exactly why I married her.

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