Reborn to Destroy My Father's Perfect Family

Only a month after my mom passed away, my billionaire father, Arthur, brought a young, beautiful mistress back to our mansion.

I screamed, cried, and threw a glass cup straight at the mistress and her daughter.

The woman clutched her bleeding forehead, putting on a pitiful act as she pleaded with my father.

"Arthur, it's fine. I know she can't accept me yet. Please don't blame her."

Arthur was furious. For the first time in my life, he screamed at me and ordered me to get out and go to my room.

Fuelled by anger and pride, I packed nothing and ran away from home.

My father was so angry his chest heaved, almost having a heart attack. "If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back!"

But I walked out anyway. I didn't even take a single penny. I wanted him to regret cheating on my mom. I wanted him to feel the pain of losing both of us!

But after leaving, I realized how brutal the real world actually was.

I hadn't even finished high school. I could only do manual labor, deliver food, and work part-time gigs.

Making barely three thousand dollars a month, I couldn't even afford a decent apartment. I had to share a cramped, moldy basement with strangers.

Late one night, while rushing to deliver food, I ran a red light. A massive truck slammed into me, sending me flying through the air.

While I lay dying in an unclaimed morgue, my father was throwing a lavish party at his villa to celebrate the one-month milestone of his newborn son.

But I didn't expect that I would wake up again.

I was reborn. Back to the exact day the mistress and her daughter showed up at our house!

This time, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

Instead, I quietly slipped high-dose estrogen pills into my father's daily water pitcher.

With a loud crash, the glass cup shattered right against Melanie's head.

Clutching her bleeding forehead, she collapsed weakly against my father's chest.

My father roared in anger, "Chloe! Have you lost your mind? Is this how I raised you to behave?"

I froze for a second, then realization washed over me. I was reborn.

Melanie grabbed my father's arm and whispered gently, "Arthur, don't be mad at her. She just lost her mother. It's only natural she's upset."

Heartbroken for her, my father held Melanie close and pointed a finger at me. "Apologize to Melanie. Right now!"

With tears in her eyes, Melanie quickly waved her hands. "No, no, it's fine. I know Chloe looks down on someone like me. Please don't fight because of me. I'll just leave."

As she spoke, she turned around to drag her suitcase toward the front door.

But her daughter, Tiffany, suddenly burst into tears. "Mom, didn't you already cancel our apartment lease? Do we not have a home again?"

The hesitation in my father's eyes instantly vanished.

He pointed to the master bedroom. "Don't leave. From now on, Melanie, you are the mistress of this house!"

Then he glared at me. "Chloe, go to your room and think about what you've done!"

Melanie and Tiffany bowed their heads, sobbing, but I saw the smug, victorious gleams in their eyes.

What a pair of absolute snakes.

Melanie was the one who shamelessly ruined my parents' marriage. She couldn't even wait for my mom's grave to settle before moving in, yet here she was, playing the ultimate victim.

I instinctively clenched my fists, wanting to smash another cup.

But as I looked up, I saw my father's face was already red with rage.

In my past life, my high pride couldn't handle my father yelling at me. I had stormed out with nothing, leaving all my expensive jewelry and designer bags to Tiffany.

In the end, I was crushed to death by a truck all for a three-dollar delivery fee.

This time, I would never repeat that mistake!

I loosened my fists, pinched my thigh hard, and forced tears to well up in my eyes.

"Dad... do you not want me anymore?"

My father, who had been furious a second ago, froze. His voice softened slightly. "What nonsense are you talking about? You're my only daughter! How could I not want you?"

I pouted, pointing at Tiffany. "Then what about her? Is she here to replace me? Is she taking over our home?"

My father said instinctively, "She's Melanie's daughter. If you don't like it, she can just call me 'Arthur'."

Seeing their dream of the luxury villa slipping away, Melanie and Tiffany's faces stiffened.

Tiffany put on a miserable face. "Arthur, does Chloe hate me?"

Melanie immediately chimed in. "Arthur, are we making things hard for you? If Chloe really doesn't like us, I won't force it."

"As long as I can be with you, anywhere is home."

My father was instantly touched by this dramatic confession.

He took a deep breath. "Chloe, Melanie is your stepmother now! Tiffany is your sister. You need to treat them well."

My nails dug deep into my palms, the pain keeping me sharp.

My biological mother's funeral service was barely a month ago. They were high school sweethearts. How could this Melanie be so impatient to take her place?

"Dad, Mom's funeral was just a month ago. You always said she was the love of your life. Is Melanie really in that much of a rush?"

Hearing my mom mentioned, a flash of guilt crossed my father's eyes. He finally backed down.

"Maybe I didn't think this through. Melanie, why don't you and Tiffany stay at the downtown apartment for a couple of days first?"

Melanie stared at me, a flash of pure malice crossing her eyes.

She clutched her injured forehead, looking faint. "Arthur, you know I'll do whatever you want..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she fainted right into his arms. Tiffany screamed, almost crying.

"Mom! What's wrong? Don't scare me! Your health is already so fragile!"

My father immediately went into hero mode, scooping her up. "Where is the family doctor?! Get him here now!"

I sat on the sofa, watching the drama with a cold smirk. Go ahead, use your cheap tricks to stay.

I had plenty of ways to kick you out.

"The doctor said Melanie has a concussion because of you. Go upstairs and apologize to her!"

Melanie was propped up in bed, her head wrapped in gauze, still playing the peacemaker.

"Arthur, don't blame Chloe. I'm sure she didn't mean to do it, right?"

She shot me a warm but highly provocative look. In my past life, I would have exploded.

But now? I could play the victim better than she could.

I looked at my father with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I was just upset and threw the cup. I had no idea Melanie would walk right into its path!"

My father was almost amused by my sass, his anger draining away.

He patted my head. "I've spoiled this girl too much. Melanie, don't take it to heart."

Melanie's face turned visibly stiff, but she forced a fake smile and said it was fine.

As long as they could stay in this house, they believed they could easily wrap my father around their fingers.

When it came to choosing rooms that evening, Tiffany immediately set her eyes on my second-floor bedroom.

My room was huge, got the best sunlight, and had a massive walk-in closet and a private bathroom.

Melanie quickly played polite. "Tiffany, that's Chloe's room. How could you live there?"

"Arthur, a big room like that will make Tiffany uncomfortable anyway. She can just take the guest room on the first floor. We don't want to be a bother."

Tiffany's eyes filled with tears on cue. My father looked like he was about to soften up again.

I cut in immediately. "Dad, I think Melanie is right. What if Tiffany gets nightmares in a room that's too big?"

"The guest room is lovely. Once we clean it up, I'm sure she'll feel right at home."

My father's worried brow smoothed out. "You're right, Chloe. That's very considerate. Since she's not used to big rooms, she can stay in the guest room for now."

The fake smile on Melanie's face shattered completely.

But the smile didn't disappearit just transferred to my face.

Back in my room, I opened the security feed app on my phone. I had already hidden a camera in the first-floor guest room.

On screen, Tiffany was throwing a tantrum, crying about having to stay in the guest room instead of my master bedroom.

"Mom! You said I was going to be a rich heiress! Why do I still have to live under Chloe's shadow?"

Melanie's face was dark. "What do you know? This is called playing the long game. She's just a brat. She can't compete with me."

"Arthur doesn't have a son. Once I get pregnant with his boy, we'll see how arrogant Chloe can be!"

With that, Melanie walked out of the room to brew some tea for my father, who was working in his study.

And I had already slipped the high-dose estrogen pills into the water pitcher in the kitchen.

To my absolute shock, three months later, Melanie actually announced she was pregnant!

When I heard the news, I was stunned. I immediately messaged the guy who sold me the pills online.

He replied in a voice message, sounding incredibly defensive. "That's literally impossible. Those aren't regular pills. If a man takes that dosage, he becomes completely sterile..."

His words made me laugh. It confirmed one thing.

My father definitely did not have the ability to get anyone pregnant anymore.

So, whose baby was in Melanie's stomach?

Believing he was getting a miracle baby at his age, my father was ecstatic.

He not only hired decorators to completely remodel the master bedroom according to Melanie's cheap taste, but he also demanded that Tiffany move into my room.

"Melanie said Tiffany gets scared sleeping alone. She should stay in your room to keep you company."

Melanie stroked her still-flat belly, throwing a smug, mocking smirk my way.

"Chloe, you don't mind, do you?"

I smiled back sweetly. "Of course not. Once Melanie gives birth to my little brother, we'll be one big happy family."

Seeing how "harmonious" we were, my father was grinning from ear to ear. He insisted we all go out for a celebratory dinner that night.

When I went back to my room to grab my purse, Tiffany was standing in front of my full-length mirror, trying on a pair of my favorite dark-red designer heels.

Seeing me walk in, she giggled. "Such pretty shoes. You don't mind if I borrow them, right, Chloe?"

Those shoes were my sweet sixteen gift from my mom. It was the last gift she ever gave me.

I hadn't even worn them myself.

I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. "Take them off. Now."

Tiffany sneered, dropping her sweet act. "Oh, so we're not putting on a show now that your father isn't here?"

With that, she violently kicked her foot toward the glass vanity mirror. The delicate heel of my shoe snapped instantly, and the vanity glass shattered with a deafening crash.

Before I could react, rushed footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Melanie, holding my father's arm, rushed into the room. She gasped, her eyes turning red instantly.

"Tiffany! Why is there blood on your leg? Does it hurt?"

She clutched her daughter's scratched leg, crying to me, "Chloe, I'm so sorry! Tiffany shouldn't have tried on your shoes. Please don't hate us for this!"

The broken red heel lay on the floor, making it look like I had violently thrown the shoe at them in a fit of rage.

My father frowned, looking at me with pure disappointment. "Chloe, I really thought you had grown up. I didn't expect you to be so two-faced!"

I tried to defend myself. "She did it on purpose"

But my father roared, "Shut up! You always have an excuse! You just hate seeing this family happy!"

I went silent.

My father pulled out his phone, made a quick call, and pointed at my closet. "Pack your things. You're an adult now anyway. Move out."

"I've arranged an apartment for you. Don't come back unless you have a good reason. Melanie needs peace for her pregnancy. She can't be stressed."

I nodded slowly. "Fine. I'll leave. But I'm only taking one thing with me."

I walked over, pushed Tiffany aside, and snatched my broken designer shoe back.

Tiffany scraped her hand against the shattered glass on the floor and let out a sharp cry, glaring at me.

I didn't even look at her. I just wiped the dust off the red leather with my sleeve.

"You wanted me out. Congratulations, you two won."

My father wanted to lecture me more, but I looked at him, my voice cracking slightly. "This was the last gift Mom gave me. I'm not leaving it here for them to ruin."

My father froze. I walked right past them and went downstairs.

The driver was already waiting at the entrance. I got into the car and closed my eyes to rest.

I had already sold or replaced all the valuables in my room with high-quality fakes months ago. After my past life, I knew one thing for certain: cash was the only thing that mattered.

As for Melanie and her daughter? We had plenty of time to play.

The apartment my father arranged for me was right next to my private high schoola school where rich kids went just by paying high tuition.

The next day, I arrived at school only to find Tiffany was there too.

She was wearing my old designer clothes, carrying one of the fake luxury bags I had left behind, surrounded by a crowd of sycophants.

"Oh, look, isn't that our former heiress? Kicked out of her own house, and she still has the nerve to show her face here?"

The crowd burst into giggles.

Tiffany walked up to me, acting sweet. "Chloe, don't listen to them. Even after my little brother is born, you'll always be a part of the family."

I coldly pulled my hand away from her grip. "Our family? Is your last name even the same as mine?"

Tiffany's face stiffened. She looked hurt. "Chloe, do you still hate me? It wasn't my fault Arthur made you leave."

Some of the social-climbing classmates immediately took her side. "Tiffany, don't apologize to her. She's just acting bitter!"

"Exactly. Let's see if she's still this arrogant when she gets written out of the will."

I didn't say a word. I just kept my head down, reading my textbook.

I had experienced the cold reality of life in my past existence. The petty insults of these teenagers meant absolutely nothing to me.

Tiffany smiled warmly, soaking in the attention. She announced loudly, "When my baby brother has his one-month celebration party, you're all invited!"

I gripped my pen tightly, smiling coldly in my mind.

Oh, I couldn't wait for everyone to show up at that party.

Ten months flew by, and the baby's one-month milestone party finally arrived.

My father actually called me himself, demanding I attend.

"Stop throwing a tantrum, Chloe. He is your blood brother. If you don't show up, what will our business partners think?"

I agreed instantly. I grabbed a thick file from my desk and slipped it into my bag.

When I arrived at the luxury hotel venue wearing my plain school uniform, my father, who was greeting guests, frowned.

"Chloe, look at you. Do you even look like my daughter? You couldn't even put on a decent dress?"

I looked past him to Tiffany, who was dressed in a designer gown. I tilted my chin. "Well, all my expensive clothes are currently being worn by the new 'heiress,' aren't they?"

My father went quiet. He waved over his assistant to take me to a VIP suite to change.

But Melanie walked over, holding the baby. "Chloe! You're back. Do you want to hold your little brother?"

Before I could even react, she thrust the baby toward my arms.

By the time I reached out to catch him, it was already too late.

The baby slipped right through and fell onto the hard marble floor.

The infant burst into loud, agonizing cries that echoed through the grand hall.

I stared at Melanie in absolute shock. This woman was terrifyingly ruthlessshe actually used her own baby as a pawn!

Instantly, all eyes in the room locked onto us. Melanie fell to her knees, crying hysterically. "Chloe! Even if you hate me, how could you drop a helpless baby?!"

My father's face went completely black. Without waiting for any explanation, he slapped me across the face.

Slap!

My face whipped to the side, burning with pain.

I stood there, stunned. My father had hit me.

In my entire life, he had never laid a hand on me.

A wave of intense anger and bitterness swelled in my chest.

My father clutched his chest, shouting in pure disappointment, "I can't believe you're my daughter! You heartless monster, you actually tried to hurt a newborn baby!"

Melanie sobbed, clutching the baby. "He's so small! Why can't you tolerate him? Are you really that terrified of him taking your inheritance?"

The whispers from the crowd started immediately. The looks of pity, disgust, and amusement locked onto me.

"The oldest daughter is downright evil. How could she do that to a one-month-old baby?"

My father was shaking with rage. "Do you think I'm too old to teach you a lesson? I'm telling you right now, you won't get a single penny of my estate!"

The crowd gasped.

Melanie and Tiffany couldn't hide the pure joy in their eyes. This meant the entire family fortune would belong to them.

I touched my bruised cheek and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

But I didn't break down or beg for forgiveness like they expected.

I slowly opened my bag and pulled out a DNA test report.

"Dad, why don't you look at this little gift before you make your decision?"