Return of the Forsaken Heir

I am a tenth-generation evil spirit who escaped from hell, possessing the body of the newly found true young master of a wealthy family.

The moment I opened my eyes, the fake young master suddenly pretended I pushed him down the stairs. Clutching his chest, he gasped, “My heart—it’s acting up!”

My father, Simon, frowned and snapped, “You really are a lowborn wretch from the slums—scheming and deceitful, through and through!”

My so-called biological mother, Marissa, slapped me hard, bitterly yelling, “Bringing you home only causes trouble. It would have been better if you were never brought back at all!”

The fiancée, Cassandra, who was already betrothed to the fake heir, sneered coldly, “Even if Ronan isn’t the real heir, I will only marry him!”

I stared at them with a cold gaze, a slow, cruel smile curling at my lips. “It seems not proving my guilt is a bit of a loss. Then I shall gladly help you make that judgment—”

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Raising my hand, I slapped the fake young master several times until his cheek swelled like a pig’s.

They all went mad with rage. “How dare you!”

I wasn’t just daring—I was willing to go much further.

Grabbing the fake young master by the neck, I dragged him all the way up to the fourth floor. “You didn’t die from the fall just now? Let’s try again, shall we?”

Everyone was frozen in terror, too shocked to intervene.

The fake young master, Ronan, stopped pretending to be sick and shouted for help, “Let go! Tristan, release me immediately!”

More than half of his body was hanging out the window, trembling dangerously in midair.

His fake fear turned into real panic as he frantically shook his head and begged, “No! Please...”

At last, his fake parents snapped out of it, scrambling after us in a panic.

Even now, they still cursed and threatened me with filthy words.

I smiled dispassionately at them, mildly amused. “This is what you call a real push—”

With a sharp scream, Ronan was thrown out of the window.

With a loud thud, Marissa, who had threatened to throw me out of the house, covered her mouth and fainted from fright.

Simon trembled as he staggered to the window, falling and getting back up several times, unable to bring himself to look outside.

Cassandra arrived late, just in time to see the scene.

Her eyes bloodshot, she grabbed my collar fiercely, as if wanting to kill me on the spot.

I clicked my tongue. “If you don’t hurry to save him, Ronan is going to drown.”

“What?!” Cassandra froze, then immediately released me and rushed to the window.

I followed and leaned slightly out. “Even I, someone who just came back home, knows there’s a huge swimming pool down there. Why do you need me to remind you?”

Though the family had a swimming pool, Ronan had been afraid of water since childhood and couldn’t swim.

He was now flailing wildly in the water like a helpless duck, about to sink completely.

In a panic, Cassandra jumped straight out of the window.

Ronan was suddenly rescued, coughing violently while clutching his chest.

I nodded. This time, it really looked like he was suffering.

Slap!

A palm suddenly landed hard on my face.

I pressed my numb left cheek and met the furious gaze of Simon.

His hand shook as he pointed at me, his face ugly with rage. “You’re nothing but a demon! A monster!”

I chuckled, as if I’d been reading a book.

Indeed, I am a demon—a tortured soul who died cruelly ten lifetimes ago, forever unable to find peace.

Every incarnation of mine was miserable—either torn apart by horses, slaughtered as a lowly outcast, or sold and used as mere livestock by rich families.

I carried this bitterness and humiliation with me, fleeing to the mortal world and possessing this body.

The true young master, Tristan was switched at birth by a greedy caregiver who swapped him for her own sickly son.