After Raising an Ungrateful Son, I Gave Everything to My Daughter — Novel

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In the world of the Sullivan family, loyalty isn't just a virtue—it's a bargaining chip. Pearl Abbott has dedicated her life to raising her children, but when her son, James, brings home his gold-digging fiancée, Meryl, the family dynamic fractures. Their shocking demands and threats reveal a darker side of love and ambition, leaving Pearl to question everything she once believed about sacrifice.

As tensions simmer at the dinner table, a battle for inheritance unfolds, pitting mother against son and sister against sister-in-law. With a legacy at stake, Pearl must navigate the treacherous waters of familial loyalty and betrayal. Will she stand firm against Meryl's relentless grasp for wealth, or will she lose everything she has fought to protect?

As alliances shift and hidden resentments surface, Pearl's resolve is put to the test. Is it too late to reclaim her family’s honor, or will she watch her son slip away into the arms of someone who sees only dollar signs? In a world where love can quickly become a weapon, every choice carries the weight of generations.

After Raising an Ungrateful Son, I Gave Everything to My DaughterChapter 1

The day my son brought his girlfriend home, I turned down a hundred-million-dollar partnership deal.

I cooked dinner myself to welcome them and even prepared a full set of gold jewelry as a gift for the girl. But the moment she sat down, she turned to my daughter—still in college—and started taking shots.

"Mrs. Sullivan, I heard you spend two million a year on your daughter. Piano, horseback riding, fencing, skiing... and for what? She'll just end up benefiting some other family's son."

"It's a losing investment, if you ask me. You'd be better off saving that money and buying a few properties for your soon-to-be grandson."

When I didn't respond, she went straight for the jugular.

"I'm carrying the Sullivan family's only male heir in three generations. If you want me to marry into this family, you'd better hand over half the fortune as a wedding fund."

My son, James Sullivan, didn't try to rein her in. Instead, he backed her up with a threat.

"Mom, since you clearly can't see reason, Meryl and I will move out after the wedding. And you can forget about ever seeing your grandchild."