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My sister inherited a multimillion dollar estate, and I got an old junkyard. It's just trash.......

My sister inherited a multimillion dollar estate, and I got an old junkyard. It's just trash. Anyway, they laughed, but when that junkyard made me a fortune, they were stunned. My name's Carter, and if you'd asked me a year ago, I would've told you. I was the un luckiest guy in the world, the kind of guy who life keeps kicking just for fun. #reddit #redditstories #askreddit #askredditstories #storytips #storytime  But looking back, I realized now I wasn't unlucky at all. I was just playing the long game without knowing it. For most of my life, I was treated like an afterthought. My father, Richard Holloway, was a self-made businessman, the type who thought success was genetic, and according to him, I was born defective. You've got no vision. Carter he'd say, shaking his head. You think small. That's why you'll never be great. I heard some version of that my whole life. Whenever I tried to impress him, he'd cut me down before I even had a chance to stand. Meanwhile, my older sister, Lisa, could do no wrong. She got straight A's. Dad framed her report cards. I got a decent job. He barely looked up from his newspaper. So when he died, I wasn't expecting much. I'd made peace with being the disappointment, but what I didn't expect was how far he'd go to make sure I knew my place. Even from the grave at the reading, Lisa sat beside me. Her designer purse perched on her lap like a trophy. The lawyer listed everything dad had left her, the estate, the investments, the summer house in Napa, millions of dollars in assets. Then he turned to me and to Carter Holloway, your father has left you the Holloway salvage yard. A junkyard. Lisa let out a laugh. So loud it echoed in the room. Oh my God, she snorted. Barely containing herself. That's perfect. Carter King of the trash heap. Even the lawyer smirked. I should have been humiliated furious. Instead, I just sat there staring at the paperwork because what they didn't know, what I didn't even know yet, was that this so-called pile of trash was about to make me richer than all of them combined. I drove out to the junkyard that same afternoon, not because I was excited. I just wanted to see exactly how badly I'd been screwed over the place was exactly how I remembered it From childhood rusted out cars stacked like a junk metal graveyard. Old appliances tossed in random heaps. A crumbling office shack with a busted sign that still red Holloway salvage as if it were something worth being proud of a junkyard. That was my father's final message to me. A giant middle finger from beyond the grave and the worst part. I wasn't even surprised growing up. I knew Lisa was the favorite, but I kept hoping just maybe I'd earn a little respect, a nod of approval, something. But no, dad never wasted his time on lost causes. I could still hear his voice from when I was 17, standing in his study, sweaty palmed as I told him I wanted to start my own business, a business. He had leaned back in his leather chair giving me that half amused, half pitying. Look, Carter, you can barely pass math class. You don't have the mind for money. I do. I'd insisted. I just need what? A handout. He scoffed. You think I built this empire by begging for favors? No Carter. Some people are meant to lead. Others are meant to work for them, and that was the end of the conversation. Lisa meanwhile never had to ask for anything. She got a brand new BMW at 18, fully paid tuition to an Ivy League school and a $200,000 wedding because in my father's words, a Holloway doesn't settle for less. And now she had everything and I had this. I kicked an old hubcap, sending it skidding across the dirt. Unbelievable. I muttered a car door, creaked open behind me. Didn't expect to see a Holloway around here, a rough voice. Called out. I turned to see Rick, the old junkyard manager stepping out of a trailer. The guy had been running this place since I was a kid. Grizzled permanently covered in grease, and always carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and motor oil. Yeah, well, I exhaled sharply. Apparently I own this dump now. Rick let out a barking laugh. Well, wow. Yes. That means you're my new boss. That hit weird. #reddit #redditstories #askreddit #askredditstories #storytips #storytime reddit drama stories, viral reddit stories, emotional family drama, shocking relationship stories, reddit confession stories, real life drama tales, dramatic storytelling channel, internet confession stories, betrayal stories, love drama stories, toxic relationship stories, sad life stories, reddit inspired drama, immersive story narration, shocking real stories