Reborn as the True Heir

The Sullivan family was one of the elite dynasties, and I was the designated heirDamien Sullivan.

But my two sisters brought home a boy named Marcus from outside, saying we'd be brothers from now on, and they even let him impersonate my identity as heir.

Before the family inheritance ceremony, my two sisters walked onto the spotlight stage arm-in-arm with him.

Everyone's attention was drawn to them, all believing he was the family's designated heir.

Marcus saw me step onto the stage as well and looked down at me arrogantly:

"Damien Sullivan, is the heir's stage somewhere you're allowed to stand? Get the hell off and go stand aside as an observer."

"If it weren't for my sisters being kind enough to take you in and make you an adopted son of the Sullivan family, someone like you wouldn't be able to set foot through the Sullivan family's doors in your entire lifetime."

I knew he was acting arrogant and domineering because he relied on my two sisters' favor, and he wanted to steal my position as heir.

But he didn't know I had been reborn. In my previous life, I yielded at every turn, only to be thrown into the private underground fighting ring my father used to "handle problems," where I eventually died from severe injuries.

This time, I kicked him flying off the stage:

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you act wild in front of me and try to take what's mineare you tired of living?"

I kicked Marcus flying off the stage with one foot, and everyone looked on in disbelief.

"Damien Sullivan, how dare you be so reckless and do such a thing to Marcus!"

My eldest sister Victoria Sullivan, still on stage, was furious, and my second sister Isabelle Sullivan rushed over and slapped me across the face.

"An adopted son dares to bully Marcus like thishow audacious! I think you're looking for punishment!"

They were trembling with rage, never expecting that the usually timid me would actually strike back at this moment.

In their impression, at most I would run to Dad's grave to cry and complain, and then just accept my fate.

"I'd like to ask youwhen did this child you brought home from outside go through legal adoption procedures? How can he replace my identity?"

Looking at Victoria and Isabelle twisting the truth, my eyes were full of coldness. I was truly stupid before, wanting to please them so badly that I yielded everywhere and let Marcus impersonate my identity.

Hearing my cold words, Victoria's face darkened as she scolded angrily:

"Damien Sullivan, what are you talking about? We brought him home to care for him and let him stay with the Sullivan family, yet you publicly assault the Sullivan family's only heir!"

Isabelle could barely contain her anger:

"It's all my fault. I thought I'd let you see the world, but I didn't expect your delusions to be this severeimagining yourself as the Sullivan family heir and making a scene in public like this."

With Victoria's support, Marcus had already returned to the stage. He looked at me with feigned grievance:

"Damien, I never thought that my constant accommodation of you would make you mistakenly believe you were the Sullivan family heir."

"It's all my faultI've been too compliant with you in daily life. But Damien, you absolutely shouldn't cause trouble on such an important occasion!"

The three of them twisting the truth made all the guests at the banquet whisper among themselves:

"A child brought home by the Sullivan familyinstead of keeping a low profile and behaving well in the Sullivan house, he dares to hit the real heir. This is outrageous!"

"Does he want to be sent to the dog kennels to feed the dogs?"

Hearing the guests' comments below, Victoria secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she waved her hand, commanding the security guards around:

"Since he can't recognize reality, I now announce that as long as we're here, you'll never be allowed to step through the Sullivan family's doors again!"

"Someone, throw him out!"

The security guards all approached the stage menacingly.

Looking at these approaching guards, my eyes became even colder:

"Victoria, who gave you the courage to target the Sullivan family's true heir in public?"

"Don't forget, before Father died, he made a will witnessed by lawyersI am the sole heir to the entire family trust and estate."

Hearing my firm tone, Victoria and Isabelle's eyes flashed with panic. But then Victoria frowned and quickly snorted coldly:

"Damien Sullivan, what are you pretending? How could someone like you, who only joined the Sullivan family later, be the heir?"

The security guards had already surrounded me menacingly.

Isabelle also recovered, speaking with superiority:

"Damien, you really have the nerve to speak! Don't forget that everything you're wearing right now was given by us!"

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and throw him out of here!"

Seeing the security guards getting closer, I angrily grabbed a wine bottle from behind me and smashed it.

"Listen carefullyI am the Sullivan family's only heir. I'd like to see who dares to touch me!"

The sound of the bottle shattering combined with my roar made the entire banquet hall fall silent.

All the security guards were intimidated by my presence.

Then I looked at Victoria and Isabelle with cold eyes:

"Victoria, Isabelle, you're still twisting the truth here! This person you brought home relies on your backing and acts without restraint!"

"Not only does he live in the Sullivan house now, but he even wants to impersonate my identity and inherit the Sullivan family! You really are lawless in the Sullivan house!"

Victoria's face grew darker, her voice ice-cold:

"Damien Sullivan, I think you're the lawless onenot only did you publicly hit Marcus, but you've also ruined the banquet we carefully prepared!"

"Do you think you can muddy the waters and get the Sullivan family inheritance this way?"

Many guests whispered among themselves:

"Damien is so ungrateful! He's already entered the Sullivan family, yet he still plays these tricks trying to steal the inheritance!"

"But I keep feeling like this Damien has a noble air about himhe seems more like the Sullivan family heir. Who's telling the truth and who's lying?"

Hearing the guests' voices below, Isabelle's eyes blazed with anger:

"Damien, your delusions are getting worse and worse. There's only one heir here, and that's Marcus!"

"What are you still standing around for? Throw him out now!"

After a pause, Victoria spoke with an extremely grim expression:

"Since he's bullying Marcus like this, let's just give him some severe punishment to teach him a lesson, so others don't think the Sullivan family has no rules."

When they mentioned that "place for handling trouble," the rage in my heart instantly filled my entire chest.

In my previous life, they always sided with Marcus, whom they'd brought home.

Whenever Marcus wasn't satisfied, they would target me. To please them, I could only endure again and again, even giving up my position as heir.

But in the end, Marcus said he wanted to watch a "thrilling performance."

They threw me directly into the underground fighting ring my father had used to deal with adversaries during his lifetime, where I died from severe injuries in the lawless combat.

Before I died, I couldn't understandI was the one with blood ties to the Sullivan family, so why did they favor someone brought in from outside so much?

In this life, after careful investigation, I finally understood the reason.

Thinking of this, my gaze at them grew even colder:

"You want to throw me into the fighting ring? What gives you the authority to treat me like this? Aren't you afraid Grandmother will find out?"

Isabelle's face paled instantly. She leaned close to Victoria's ear and whispered:

"Victoria, if the Sullivan family grandmother finds out we wanted to throw Damien into that kind of place, it'll be terrible. Let's just throw him out instead."

Watching Isabelle's frightened appearance, I couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

The entire Sullivan family was established single-handedly by Grandmother. She only had my father as a child.

After my father died, Grandmother personally named me the heir to the entire Sullivan family estate according to my father's will and official legal documents, while she retired to Europe.

Victoria and Isabelle weren't actually my real sistersthey were my mother's brother's daughters.

It was only because their parents died young and my mother begged my father for half a month that he finally allowed them to enter our Sullivan household, and they took the Sullivan surname.

Although Victoria trembled when she heard about the Sullivan family grandmother, she still spoke firmly:

"What's there to fear? Once Marcus inherits the Sullivan family, what can Grandmother say even if she's unhappy?"

I just laughed mockingly: "I'm standing here todaywho can steal my identity as the Sullivan family heir?"

Hearing my words, Victoria pointed at me with towering rage:

"Someone like you still dares to speak such nonsense here? You really think you're the Sullivan family heir!"

"You're all still hesitating? I'll put it this wayten thousand per punch to anyone who hits him. Cash paid immediately!"

As soon as she finished speaking, one of the security guards rushed over and punched me hard.

"Someone brought into the Sullivan family dares to cause such trouble here? Don't you know your place!"

Touching my aching nose, I was laughing from anger.

A security guard I'd never even seen dared to rush over and punch meit seemed Victoria and Isabelle really thought they could cover the sky with one hand in the Sullivan family.

My expression grew colder as I kicked him hard in the left kneecap.

In pain, the security guard immediately knelt before me.

"Victoria, Isabelle, you two really have great power! Spending ten thousand just to have someone punch me! Who gave you the authority to dispose of the Sullivan family's assets so freely?"

Seeing me still resisting, Victoria spoke even more angrily:

"What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and drag him away and lock him up! Whoever locks him up gets a million-dollar reward!"

Isabelle's voice was equally ice-cold:

"Anyone who doesn't move, pack up and get out!"

Under their threats and inducements, numerous security guards pressed toward me.

At that moment, an angry shout came from outside the hall:

"What's going on here? The banquet started so long agowhy is it still so noisy!"

Everyone looked toward the door. The newcomer was my mother, Hannah Evans.

After entering, she saw bloodstains on the front of Marcus's shirt and rushed to his side, speaking with towering rage:

"Marcus, what happened? How did you get injured? Tell me, who did this!"

Marcus looked down at me, tears welling in his eyes.

Victoria pointed at me furiously:

"Who else could it be but Damien Sullivan?"

Isabelle was trembling with anger. "Auntie, look how arrogant he ishe kicked Marcus off the stage right in front of us, and he's still bleeding."

Hannah rushed over and slapped me hard across the face:

"Damien Sullivan, who gave you the courage to bully Marcus? Have you eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall?"

"You've made today's banquet a complete mess. Are you trying to lose all the Sullivan family's face before you're satisfied?"

"I'll teach you a lesson today. Hurry up and apologize to Marcus!"

Watching my mother's actions, the guests in the hall frowned and discussed among themselves:

"That's Hannah Evans from the Sullivan family, right? Looking at her behavior, Marcus is the child she cares about!"

"This Damien has too much nervepublicly claiming he's the Sullivan family heir. I almost believed him."

Hearing the guests' discussions below, my expression darkened as I pushed Hannah away forcefully.

"Teach me a lesson? You lost the right to be my mother long ago!"

In my previous life, not only did they unconditionally favor Marcus, but even Hannah doted on him extremely.

Especially once, when I accidentally broke one of Marcus's models, Hannah locked me outside for an entire night before forgiving me.

From then on, I constantly followed Marcus around, humbly trying to please him, hoping to regain their affection and Hannah's love.

In this life, I finally figured it out.

Marcus wasn't a child brought home from outside at allhe was Hannah's son with her own brother.

To protect my inheritance rights, my father specifically made a will asking Grandmother to declare that I was the Sullivan family's only heir.

But my father never would have expected that Hannah not only wanted to take away my inheritance, but wanted to eliminate me completely.

Victoria and Isabelle had known about this all along and tried every means to help their real brother.

I was truly stupid before, not noticing these things at all.

Hannah's face was full of rage as she looked at me with fury:

"You still dare to talk back? You're getting more and more lawless!"

I met Hannah's furious gaze directly, speaking coldly:

"Hannah Evans, don't forget that I am the Sullivan family's legal heir. It's not your place to point fingers here."

"As long as I'm here, your son Marcus will never be able to take over the Sullivan family!"

Hearing my words, Hannah was completely enraged.

Marcus was the first to rush over, followed by Victoria and Isabelle pouncing on me viciously.

Hannah grabbed my collar and angrily slapped me again.

"Say that again? I've been managing the Sullivan family's affairs all these years. Your grandmother hasn't been involved for so many yearswhy shouldn't I be able to make decisions?"

I was held down tightly and couldn't move. I licked the fresh blood flowing from the corner of my mouth, still staring fearlessly at Hannah before me.

I had already notified Grandmother to come back earlier. Calculating the time, she should be arriving soon.

Seeing my smile, Hannah became even more agitated. Marcus kicked me hard in the abdomen.

"You still dare to hit and scold mewho gave you the courage? Remember, you're the one who joined the Sullivan family later!"

Victoria and Isabelle weren't to be outdone either, each slapping my face again.

"Damien Sullivan, who do you think you are? Stop daydreamingthe entire Sullivan family should belong to Marcus!"

Just then, an aged but strong and authoritative voice rang out from the doorway.

"Who gave you the courage to bully my grandson, the Sullivan family's only heir, like this? Do you all have a death wish?"