The Housekeeper’s Son Tormented Me

1
The housekeeper's son sold my hundred-million-dollar yacht. He told everyone I was a reckless womanizer, riddled with STDs, that I'd had a string of eighteen girlfriends and left a trail of terminated pregnancies in my wake. He claimed he was donating the money to a charity to cleanse my soul.
My own sister backed his story, throwing me under the bus in front of everyone.
My classmates turned it into a running joke. When my fiance heard the rumors, she broke off our engagement, calling me a degenerate.
I tried to call the police, but they all conspired against me, producing fabricated evidence that I was mentally unstable. They had me committed to a psychiatric hospital.
There, on my family's orders, I was tortured until my body gave out. I died young.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back. The day my yacht disappeared.

My eyes shot open with a jolt. The housekeeper's son, Noah, was standing in front of me, arms outstretched to block my path.
He flinched when he saw the raw hatred in my eyes, but he still managed to raise his voice.
"Why did you have to show off the yacht, Adrian? Couldn't you just take your friends to a nice restaurant?"
He turned to my sister. "You see, Claire? He just graduated and he's already this extravagant. He's going to bankrupt the family!"
My sister, Claire, saw the look on my face and immediately stepped in front of Noah, shielding him. "That's enough. Your yacht is gone, Adrian. Noah sold it. Just take your friends and go home."
She then turned back to Noah, tenderly straightening his collar. They shared a knowing smile, as if selling my hundred-million-dollar yacht was nothing more than a trivial errand.
I watched their entitled act, bile rising in my throat. "That yacht was a gift from my grandmother. Who the hell are you to touch my things?"
My sister stared at me, her shock genuine, as if she couldn't believe I was defying her. "Adrian, have you forgotten who the future head of this family is?"
I didn't know before, but I learned it all after I died. I was meant to be the true heir.
The memory of my last life sent a chill down my spine. My voice turned to ice. "So, the housekeeper's son steals his employer's yacht, and my sister protects the thief. It seems you two won't confess unless I get the police involved."
At the mention of the police, Noah's face flushed crimson. He shot me a venomous glare before turning to my classmates, who were watching the drama unfold with eager eyes.
"I did it for your own good, Adrian!" he proclaimed. "You're reckless with money and your private life is a mess! You play with women's hearts, leaving a trail of broken promises and terminated pregnancies! You need to atone for your sins!"
"That's why I sold the yacht! To raise money for a massive donation, to pray for the souls of the children you denied a life, so they might find peace in the next!"
His words were met with a chorus of gasps and whispers from my classmates.
In my past life, his lies had sent me into a blind rage. Id slapped him twice, hard. But that had only enraged Claire, who took his side and berated me for my supposed promiscuity. The story had spread like wildfire, eventually reaching my fiance, Isabelle. The Sterling family had broken our engagement shortly after, and that was the beginning of my tragic end.
Noah had quickly wormed his way into Isabelles life. To get rid of me for good, he and my sister fabricated evidence of my insanity, and my family had me forcibly committed. Under their explicit instructions, I was abused until I died.
And that adulterous pair? One took my place as the heir to our family's fortune. The other took my place at the altar with my fiance.
The memory made me tremble with fury. I pulled out my phone. "A housekeeper's son dares to slander his employer. You'd better keep that same energy when you're talking to the cops, Noah."
"Let's let the police figure out who's really sleeping around," I said, my voice dangerously low. "And while they're at it let's find out where my yacht went."
Noah went pale and shot a desperate look at Claire.
She immediately sprang to his defense, slapping the phone out of my hand. "Don't you dare threaten him, Adrian! It won't change the disgusting things you've done! In fact, today, in front of all your friends, I'm going to expose you for who you really are!"
Last time, I tried to keep it private, to save what was left of our sibling relationship. This time, I was done being their victim.
I turned to my classmates. "My housekeeper's son stole my yacht, and my sister is protecting him! Can someone please call the police for me?"
They all avoided my gaze.
"Come on, Adrian, Noah is a great guy. Why would he steal your yacht?"
"He's handsome and generous. He's not a thief."
"He said he was doing it to help you atone. You should be thanking him, not slandering him."
"Maybe all that sleeping around has damaged more than just his reputation"
They whispered among themselves, punctuated by smug, knowing laughter.
My face burned with humiliation. "Generous? He's generous with my family's money! You people"
Claire grabbed my arm, her voice a low threat. "That's enough. Don't make this worse for yourself. Noah grew up in our house. He's like a second son to our family. Humiliating him is the same as humiliating me!"
I looked at her face, red with fury, and slapped her. Hard.
"No," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "That is what humiliating you looks like."
I snatched my phone off the ground and frantically dialed my mother's number.
All I got was the cold, automated message: the user's phone is switched off.
Ignoring Claire's sputtering rage, I tried again and again, but the result was the same. A cold dread settled in my stomach.
Everything had happened so fast in my past life, I never had time to think. But now, it hit me. Through all of this, my mother was nowhere to be seen.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
I ignored the jeers of my classmates and the loss of my hundred-million-dollar yacht. Backing away slowly, I dialed my grandmother.
Her voice was warm and full of affection. "My dear boy, when are you coming to stay with your grandma for a few days"
I cut to the chase, my voice a low, urgent whisper. "Grandma, Mom is missing. I think Dad, my sister, and the housekeeper are involved. Claire and the housekeeper's son sold the yacht you gave me, but that's not what's important. You have to find Mom. Please!"
As I was speaking, I backed into someone.
I spun around. It was my fiance, Isabelle.
By now, Claire and Noah had caught up to me. Seeing Isabelle, Noah's eyes immediately welled up.
"Isabelle," he said, his voice thick with false righteousness. "Adrian he sleeps around, he's hurt so many girls, he's even caught diseases. I only wanted you two to have a happy, healthy marriage, so I made a donation of several million to charity in his name. But he's furious with me for spending the money."
"He even hit Claire," he added, his voice breaking. "Isabelle, please, talk some sense into him."
Noah was handsome, and his performance was convincing. It was enough to ignite Isabelle's temper.
She glared at me, then grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of Noah. "Adrian, you've gone too far! How could you bully someone who is only trying to help you? Apologize to him. Now!"
"If you don't," she added, her voice sharp, "I will call off our engagement on behalf of the Sterling family!"
I looked at the three of them, standing shoulder to shoulderthe very people who had sent me to hell in my last life. I clenched my jaw.
"You want me to apologize? You're not worthy."
Noah looked up, a single, perfect tear tracing a path down his cheek. "Of course. I'm just the housekeeper's son. Nothing I do will ever be good enough for you"
Claire and Isabelle immediately started fussing over him. I used the distraction to slip away and head straight for the police station.
The officers' eyes widened in disbelief when they heard a private luxury yacht worth a hundred million dollars had been stolen and sold. After confirming that I wasn't suffering from any delusions, they agreed to open an investigation.
I had just walked out of the precinct, the detective still seeing me off, when my phone rang. It was Noah.
"Where did you run off to cry, my dear brother?" he taunted. "You've been lording your position over me for years. How does it feel to finally be crushed under my heel?"
I let out a cold laugh. "What do you want, Noah?"
His voice was dripping with triumph. "I want you to know that your fiance is mine now. Your sister is on my side. Everything you have will be mine. Everyone is protecting me now. You'd be wise to accept your new reality and say goodbye to your precious yacht."
I blinked, then ended the call. I turned to the detective who was still standing behind me. "Did you get all of that?"
For my own safety while the investigation was ongoing, I went to stay at my grandmother's estate in the countryside.
The moment she saw me, she pulled me into a fierce hug, tears streaming down her face. "My dear boy, what have they done to you?"
I buried my face in her shoulder, the sting of tears in my own eyes. "I'm okay, Grandma. Did you find Mom?"
She gently stroked my hair and was about to answer when the front door of the villa was kicked open.
It was my father, Victor, and my sister, Claire.
Seeing me there, my father's face contorted with rage. "Adrian! After all the shameful things you've done, you have the nerve to hide here?"
"You're coming back with me! You will apologize to Noah, and you will hand over your engagement to him!"
I stood up straight, meeting his gaze without flinching. "The housekeeper's son tells a few lies, and suddenly I'm shameful and depraved?"
"If it's that easy to slander someone, then maybe I should start telling people the housekeeper's entire family is corrupt."
"And another thing. That yacht was a gift from my grandmother. I want it back."
My father was sputtering with rage. He lunged for me. "I know what kind of boy Noah is! He did it for your own good! You insolent brat, get back home this instant! You're grounded!"
Just then, my grandmother, who had been silent until now, stepped in front of me, leaning on her cane.
"Victor. It seems you've forgotten your manners. You see your mother-in-law and you don't even greet her."
Seeing her, my father snapped out of his rage. The color drained from his face, then a tight, dismissive smile appeared. "Mother. I'm just trying to discipline this disobedient fool for you. You don't need to get involved."
My grandmother laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Victor. Adrian is my grandson. You'd do well to remember that before you speak."
My father's face hardened. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.
Within moments, a crowd had gathered at the gates of the estate.
They were carrying cameras and microphones, surrounding a white medical van. In the center of it all stood Noah.
I moved closer, just in time to hear him shouting to the reporters.
"I did it all for him! But he insults me again and again! So today, I'm asking all of you to be my witness! Let's find out, once and for all, if my brother has been playing the field and destroying innocent lives!"
To my horror, my sister Claire walked up to him and gently wiped a tear from his cheek. "You've been through so much, Noah."
Their eyes met for a moment, and then Noah turned back to the crowd and pointed at me. "Adrian! You claim to be innocent, so prove it! The reporters and doctors are all here. Do you dare to let them examine you?"
My head was spinning. Beside me, my grandmother was trembling with fury. "You animals! How dare you humiliate my grandson like this!"
My father then stepped into the crowd, a smug smile on his face. "My apologies, Mother, but our family's alliance with the Sterlings is too important. We can't very well marry off a son who is filthy and diseased. It would jeopardize future business."
His words riled up the onlookers.
"Now that's a real man! Mr. Vance won't let his children stray from the right path!"
"Look at that Adrian's face, he's white as a sheet. He must be guilty."
"No doubt about it. And look how calm the other young master is."
I stood on the veranda, looking down at the growing mob. I squeezed my grandmother's hand and then, my voice ringing out over the crowd, I spoke.
"Fine. Since my father is so concerned about the marriage alliance, let's not just test me."
"Let's have your precious 'second young master' get tested right alongside me."

First, search for and download the MotoNovel app from Google. Then, open the app and use the code "285674" to read the entire book.