Exposed My Fake Brother With One Tap

On the night the Vance family held their grand homecoming banquet, I, their biological son, was not even allowed to walk through the front door.

My biological mother, Victoria, threw a maid's uniform through the iron gate, her face twisted in disgust.

Put this on and come through the back door. Keep your head down. Do not let anyone see your face and embarrass our family.

Inside the grand ballroom, Christianthe adopted son they had raised for eighteen yearsstood at the center of attention. He was dressed in a bespoke designer tuxedo, surrounded by my biological parents, looking like the true sole heir to the Vance empire.

Seeing me, he immediately walked over with a warm, welcoming smile, calling me his "brother."

The guests fawned over him, praising how kind and generous he was to the newcomer.

But I could hear his inner voice loud and clear:

Look at this trailer trash trying to steal my life. I will kick you back to the gutter where you belong sooner or later.

My biological sister, Olivia, also leaned in to hiss a warning: "Behave yourself, Ethan. Do not even dream about touching the Vance family fortune."

I did not say a word. I just lowered my head and smirked.

What they did not know was that I could not just hear people's inner thoughtsI could broadcast them directly to the entire house's smart speaker system.

I reached into my pocket, tapped my phone, and gently pressed the "Broadcast" button.

In the next second, Christian's malicious, venomous voice echoed through every single speaker in the Vance mansion.

The driveway of the Vance estate in Long Island was packed with luxury sports cars.

Tonight was the twentieth birthday party for the Vance family's adopted son, Christian. Every high-society figure in the city had shown up.

Meanwhile, I, Ethan Reedthe biological son who had been lost for twenty yearsstood awkwardly in the golden-lit foyer wearing a pair of faded jeans and a pilling T-shirt.

The crystal chandeliers were blindingly bright, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sweet champagne.

My biological mother, Victoria Vance, was staring at me as if I were a pile of steaming garbage.

"What on earth are you wearing?" she whispered harshly, her voice dripping with disgust. "Tonight is Christian's big night. Are you trying to make our family the laughingstock of the elite?"

My biological father, Arthur Vance, frowned and impatiently tugged at his tie.

"Alright, stop wasting your breath on him. Have someone take him to the servants' quarters in the back house. He is not to come out until the party is over."

Standing there, the last shred of hope I had for this "family" shattered into dust.

These were the biological parents I had traveled ten hours to meet.

Just then, a young man and a young woman came down the grand spiral staircase.

The boy wore a custom tuxedo studded with micro-diamonds, looking like a handsome prince. The girl was in a high-fashion evening gown, looking cold and regal.

They were Christian and my so-called older sister, Olivia.

Christian saw me, his lips curving into a polite but distant smile.

"Is this... the brother we finally found?"

He stood on the stairs, looking down at me, a flash of contempt crossing his eyes.

Victoria immediately pulled him to her side, her voice softening. "Christian, sweetie, you do not need to come down. He is just here to stay for a few days."

Olivia, on the other hand, glared at me coldly.

"Ethan, right? Let me make this clear. Now that you are back at the Vance estate, you better stay in your lane. Christian is sweet and innocent. If you try any dirty tricks or attempt to steal what belongs to him, I will make your life a living hell."

The four of them stood together, a united front, treating me like some evil intruder.

I looked at Christian's innocent face. Just as I was about to speak, a sharp, sudden pain shot through my brain.

Then, a screeching, nasty voice exploded in my mind.

This trailer trash looks so disgusting. He actually thinks he can come back and play the rich young master? In his dreams. Once tonight is over, I will find a random excuse to kick him out of this house forever.

My eyes widened as I stared at Christian.

His lips had not moved. He was still wearing that polite, saintly smile.

Was I hallucinating?

No. I focused my mind, lock-targeting his face.

What are you staring at, hillbilly? Everything in the Vance family belongs to me. Mom, Dad, Oliviathey are mine. You are just a pathetic stray nobody wants.

I took a deep breath.

I could hear his thoughts. And I could feel that, as long as I willed it, I could transmit this voice to anyone in the room.

This was an ability that had awakened after I hit my head in a minor car accident on my way here. I thought it was just tinnitus, but it turned out to be a gift from fate.

I looked at my "dear sister" who was glaring at me, and a cold smile crept onto my face.

Since you love your precious little brother so much, let me show you how "sweet" his mind really is.

I focused my mind on Olivia and tapped the virtual "Broadcast" button in my head.

The air seemed to freeze.

Olivia, who had been glaring at me coldly, suddenly stiffened. Her pupils dilated in sheer shock.

Olivia is such a brainless btch. As long as I play the sweet little brother, she barks at whoever I want like a loyal guard dog. What a useful tool.

Christian's voice echoed with crystal-clear precision inside Olivia's mind.

Olivia turned her head slowly, staring at Christian in complete disbelief.

"Christian... what did you... what did you just say?" her voice trembled.

Christian looked completely bewildered, blinking his innocent eyes. "I did not say anything, Olivia. I was just saying that Ethan must have had a hard life..."

What is wrong with this crazy btch? Why is she looking at me like that? Did she find out that I was the one who broke her boyfriend's designer watch and blamed it on the new chauffeur?

The second thought exploded in Olivia's mind.

Olivia's face drained of all color. She took a step back, her eyes filled with absolute horror and shock as she looked at Christian.

"Olivia, what is wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Victoria noticed her daughter's distress and asked quickly.

Olivia pointed at Christian, her lips trembling, but she could not squeeze out a single word.

What could she say? That she heard her brother calling her a brainless dog in her head?

Who would believe her?

I chose that exact moment to look down, playing the part of the humble, mistreated son.

"Olivia, is it because I am standing here? Am I ruining the mood? I will go to the servants' quarters right now. I do not want to ruin Christian's birthday."

My quiet, submissive behavior made Christian's secret thoughts sound even more monstrous.

Olivia looked at me with a whirlwind of emotionsshock, doubt, and a trace of guilt.

"No need," Olivia said, taking a deep breath to suppress the chaos in her heart. Her voice was raspy. "You are a biological Vance. You are not sleeping in the servants' quarters. Mother, have someone get him a suit. He is joining the party."

"Olivia. Are you crazy?" Arthur glared at her. "Do you want him to walk out there like a hobo and make us a laughingstock?"

Old man, you have already lost all your face anyway. Once I get my hands on the family shares, you are the first one I am kicking off the board of directors.

This time, I switched the broadcast channel to Arthur.

Arthur's shouting stopped instantly.

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He whipped his head toward Christian, his eyes bulging.

"Father? What is wrong?" Christian was terrified by the murderous look in Arthur's eyes. He shrank back toward Victoria.

Arthur panted heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.

He pointed a shaking finger at Christian. It took him a long moment before he spat out through clenched teeth:

"Fine. Perfect. Get him changed. He is joining the party."

Victoria had no idea what was going on, but seeing her husband and daughter acting like they had seen a ghost, she did not dare argue. She reluctantly called a maid to take me upstairs.

I followed the maid up the grand spiral staircase. At the landing, I stopped and looked down at the pale father and daughter, and the completely confused Christian.

The show was just getting started.

The maid took me to a guest room at the end of the second floor.

There was a suit laid out on the bed, clearly prepared in a hurry.

It was a tight-fitting, neon-green suit made of cheap, shiny fabric. The style was so tacky and outdated that it looked like something a clown would wear to a cheap kid's party.

"Young Master Ethan, Master Christian personally picked this out for you. He said this color would make you stand out," the maid said, keeping her head low, a hint of pity in her voice.

Looking at the eyesore of a suit, I let out a cold laugh.

Christian really went all out.

If I were the old, insecure Ethan, walking into a room full of billionaires in this clown suit would have broken me.

But I was not him anymore.

Without hesitation, I put on the neon-green suit.

If we were going to embarrass ourselves, let us make it a grand disaster for everyone.

The moment I pushed open the doors of the grand ballroom, the chatter died down instantly.

Every eye in the room locked onto me.

Shock, disgust, mockery, amusementa thousand different looks converged on me as if I were a circus animal.

Victoria's face turned almost as green as my suit. She looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.

Arthur was shaking with rage, refusing to even look in my direction.

Christian, wearing his dazzling custom tuxedo, walked toward me like a proud peacock.

"Ethan, that is a very... unique look," he said loudly, making sure the surrounding guests could hear. "Everyone, I want to introduce you to my brother who was lost for so many years, Ethan."

The crowd burst into whispers.

"Is that the real son? Why is he dressed like a clown?"

"Jeez, you cannot take the trash out of the gutter. He has none of Christian's elegance."

"The Vance family must be mortified. If I were Arthur, I would pretend I did not know him."

Listening to the whispers, a smug, venomous grin flashed in Christian's eyes.

Laugh. Keep laughing, you hillbilly. This is what you get for trying to take my place. I will make sure you can never show your face in this city again.

Looking at his fake smile, I patted his shoulder warmly, smiling even brighter than him.

"Thanks for the compliment, Christian. After all, you picked this suit out for me yourself. You said it matched my personality perfectly."

The moment I said that, the mocking whispers paused.

Several business rivals of the Vance family in the crowd suddenly looked very amused.

Christian's smile froze. "Ethan... I just thought the color was vibrant..."

How dare this loser say that out loud. Just wait, I will destroy you later.

I ignored his panic. My eyes swept over the guests who had been laughing at me.

There was Mr. Richard Miller, a notorious new-money billionaire who was laughing the loudest.

And Mr. Harold Cooper, a man who had married into a wealthy family and lived off his wife, looking down his nose at me.

I smiled, targeted them, and turned on the "Group Broadcast" mode.

Richard Miller is laughing so hard, but does he know his wife spent last night at her young boy toy's apartment again? Apparently, the boy toy is threatening to expose everything to the tabloids.

And Harold Cooper, the ultimate gold-digger. His precious son lost ten million dollars in underground gambling last month and embezzled company funds to cover the debt. The audit is coming next week, and he is going straight to prison.

These were all secrets Christian had gathered. He loved digging up dirt on high society to use as leverage.

And now, I was broadcasting all these secrets to the entire room using Christian's own voice.

A bizarre, suffocating silence fell over the ballroom.

Mr. Miller, who was laughing a second ago, froze.

He whipped his head toward Christian, his eyes burning with pure, murderous rage.

Mr. Cooper went completely ballistic. The champagne glass in his hand slipped and shattered on the marble floor.

"Christian. What the hell did you just say?" Mr. Miller roared, lunging forward and grabbing Christian by his designer collar.

Christian was paralyzed with fear.

"Mr. Miller, what are you doing? I did not say anything."

"You are still lying. I heard you loud and clear. You said my wife has a boy toy. You little piece of sht, you have been spying on me." Mr. Miller was out of his mind with embarrassment. He raised his hand and delivered a roaring slap right across Christian's face.

Slap.

The sound echoed through the silent ballroom.

"Ah." Christian screamed, clutching his swollen cheek, stumbling backward.

Before he could even recover, Mr. Cooper rushed him, grabbing his tuxedo jacket.

"You venomous little brat. You dare accuse my son of embezzlement. I will teach you a lesson you will never forget."

The two distinguished, billionaire businessmen were now acting like rabid street fighters, shoving and hitting Christian.

Christian's expensive tuxedo was torn to shreds, his styled hair was ruined, and he screamed in terror as he was beaten.

"Help. Mother. Olivia. Save me."

Victoria finally snapped out of her shock, screaming as she threw herself into the fray to break it up.

Arthur and Olivia also rushed in to pull the angry men off.

The ballroom descended into utter chaos. Screams, curses, and shattered glasses created a beautiful symphony.

I stood on the edge of the crowd, watching the drama unfold with a cold smirk. I picked up a glass of champagne from a passing tray and took a slow, satisfying sip.

Ah, top-shelf. Delicious.

The grand birthday party the Vance family had spent months planning was now the biggest joke in New York high society.

Eventually, security escorted the raging Mr. Miller and Mr. Cooper out, and the other guests quickly made excuses to leave.

Within thirty minutes, the lively ballroom was completely empty, leaving behind a ruined, messy hall.

Christian slumped in a chair, his hair disheveled, his face bruised and swollen, crying hysterically.

Victoria held him, her eyes red from crying.

Arthur's face was black with rage. He whipped around and glared at me.

"Did you do this?" he roared. "The moment you came back, everything went to hell. What did you do?"

I set my glass down, looking completely innocent.

"Father, what are you talking about? I was standing here the whole time, and I did not say a single word. Everyone saw it. Christian brought up those secrets and pissed off Mr. Miller and Mr. Cooper. What does that have to do with me?"

"You ungrateful brat." Arthur raised his hand to strike me.

I did not flinch. I just stared at him coldly.

Just before his hand hit my face, Olivia suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Father, stop," Olivia said, her voice sounding incredibly exhausted.

She looked at Christian, and for the first time, there was no affection in her eyesonly deep suspicion and disgust.

"Something is very wrong today. But either way, the party is ruined. Let Christian go clean up."

Arthur gave me one last furious glare, then stormed off.

As Victoria helped Christian walk upstairs, Christian shot me a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

Ethan, you bastard. I will make you pay for this humiliation a thousand times over.

I met his gaze, my lips curving into a mocking smile.

Anytime, little brother.