Kidnapped by Choice, Avenged by Blood, The Real Heir’s Fury

I was three years old when I went to see human traffickers who begged me to take me.

Years later, a wealthy couple with the last name Miller showed up. They were crying as they claimed they had finally found their long-lost biological son.

With delight, I rushed forward to them, only to be thrown into a locked room by my adoptive parents and then whipped within an inch of my life.

"Only my son deserves to be the young master of the Miller Family! Once Caleb becomes the son of the Miller Family, he'll be rich and we'll never have to worry about money again!"

Then just like that, the Miller Family took my adoptive mother's precious biological son, Caleb. While I? I was left behind and had to endure my adoptive family's beatings and scolding at home.

Even though they had waited for a long time for Caleb to send them money, he never did. Instead, they only got the bruised and battered Caleb to return to the mountain.

This made my adoptive parents anxious. However, I just laughed at them because this was my time to step into the spotlight.

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"David Brown, I’m warning you!" my adoptive mother shrieked. "Before long, Caleb will be coming back from the Miller Family and you better not ruin this for him!"

My adoptive mother slapped me hard across the face and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

Ever since the day I let those traffickers take me into the mountains, I had learned to live with her beatings and scolding. She would beat me whether she was in a bad mood or a good mood. She even locked me up without food for days.

She had pushed me into the river several times. Luckily, I knew how to swim, otherwise I would have died a long time ago.

Once, she even tried to give me away to a disgusting old man in the village. Thankfully, he got arrested and I managed to survive until I was eighteen years old.

All this started because a few years after I was taken, the Miller Family heard that my adoptive parents had taken in a child. So, they came looking for me.

So, my adoptive parents put their heads together and lied to them. They claimed their real son, Caleb, was the adopted one. They sent him into the Miller's family’s luxury car.

Since then, the phrase I heard most from my adoptive mother was. "Once Caleb starts sending back money to us, our family will be rich."

However, years have passed and there was not a single word about Caleb, until today.

Grinning from ear to ear, my adoptive mother beamed, “The Miller Family personally called me! Mr. and Mrs. Miller are bringing Caleb back themselves! They must be grateful for how I raised him. I bet they’re coming with money!”

I just stared at her with cold eyes and did not say a word.

This made her slap me again and yell at me, "What’s that look for? Remember! Caleb is the Miller Family’s young master. You, David, are just some worthless hillbilly trash that was born and raised in the mountain."

"If you dare say anything to the Miller Family that ruins this, you’re dead!"

Since she was not satisfied with beating me, she resorted to kicking me hard again then reached out and twisted my waist as she kicked me.

My body hurt so much and I could only endure in silence, no one knew better than me, but whenever I screamed, her abuse would escalate.

When my foster mom finished venting, a child rushed in, “Auntie Brown, there's a car coming! It's a luxurious!”

A luxury car came and stopped smoothly at the entrance. When the doors opened, an elegant couple, dressed in luxury from head to toe, stepped out.

My adoptive mother immediately welcomed them with a flattering smile.

"Mr. Miller, Mrs. Milly! I’m Anna Brown. I'm the woman who raised little Caleb!" she said tearfully as she wiped at fake tears. "They asked me to pay them fifteen thousand dollars before I took him in, but I didn’t even hesitate!"

Then she launched into a dramatic story about how pitiful Caleb had been when she saved him. However, all my adoptive mother had said was a lie. It was actually the story of my life.

"We might be poor, but I’ve never let Caleb suffer," she said. "I gave him the best food, the best care!"

My adoptive mother wanted to continue her story and yet, Mrs. Miller covered her mouth and nose in disgust.

"Enough," Mrs. Miller cut her off. "We’re here to return Caleb Brown to you."

Her words made my adoptive mother froze. She stammered, "You want to return him to us? What … what do you mean?"

She then looked incredulously at Mr. and Mrs. Miller.