Chapter 6

My palm struck Caleb Beniere's cheek with full force.

The sharp sound echoed through the living room.

He froze in place, a bright red handprint quickly forming on his face.

His eyes, always filled with arrogance, now showed pure shock.

"How dare you..."

He held his cheek, his voice trembling.

I stared at him coldly.

"That slap was long overdue."

My gaze swept over the curious onlookers.

They held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Finally, my eyes returned to Caleb's face.

"Does everyone think you're the rightful heir to the Beniere family?"

The air grew thick with tension.

I took a step forward, staring into his flickering eyes.

"Do you believe that too?"

"Since childhood, you've had everything handed to you."

"Mansions, sports cars, shares, and the unlimited Black Card I gave you."

"You enjoyed it all as if it were your birthright."

He clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with defiance.

"Why did father favor you, yet leave ninety percent of the shares to me?"

"Why have I always cleaned up after you, tolerating all your whims?"

Each question cut like a knife, making his face pale.

He had never considered these things before.

Watching his growing panic, I finally revealed the secret hidden for years.

"Because you're not a true Beniere."

"You're just a mistake from father's moment of weakness."

"Your mother doesn't even have the right to be in the Beniere family registry."

"Caleb Beniere, you're just an illegitimate child."

The last three words fell silently.

But they exploded like thunder in everyone's ears.

His expression completely froze.

His pupils dilated, his lips trembled.

"You're lying..."

"I'm not lying."

My voice was eerily calm.

"When you were three, father brought you home."

"Grandfather wanted to throw you and your mother out."

"I knelt down and begged for you."

"I said the child was innocent."

"I promised to discipline you, to keep you from shaming the Beniere name."

"I begged them to hide your true origins."

"I gave you the best life, the most indulgent love."

"I thought it would make you a good person."

Looking at his pale face, I let out a bitter laugh.

"Seems I was too naive."

"What I raised wasn't a brother."

"It was an ungrateful wolf."

He staggered back, knocking over the coffee table.

The sound of shattering glasses was especially piercing.

"No... you're lying..."

He shook his head incoherently.

"Whether it's a lie or not, you can ask father."

I turned away, no longer looking at him.

"But right now, he probably doesn't have time to see you."