บททั้งหมดของ The Shameless and Invincible True Heir: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

As Ryan Sanders ran his fingers over the gift box stamped with the Harrington Group logo, his eyes practically sparkled with pride.He even tried to play humble."Pete, don't worry about it. Honestly… I always figured this match was supposed to be yours. After all, you're Mom and Dad's real son. It's my fault—I've been in this scene so long, Sophia just assumed it should be me. If it makes you uncomfortable, the gift's yours."I watched his little performance and nearly laughed out loud.Sophia—the little terror herself? Everyone knew she was obsessively detail-oriented, borderline insane. She'd make someone redo a presentation three times over a single misplaced comma.If Ryan wanted to walk straight into the fire, who was I to stop him?Biting back a grin, I waved him off. "Don't sweat it. Keep it. I don't need that kind of luck anyway."His face tightened. He'd expected me to turn green with jealousy, but instead, it was like punching a pillow."Pete, you're being… very gener

I could practically feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head.Nobody was trying to take him. Nobody.Since Violet had come out swinging, I wasn't about to back down either.I straightened my back, let my eyes go red, and put on an expression of pure innocence that even Ryan couldn't top."Vi… I know I grew up poor out in the sticks, but Mom and Dad taught me that family comes first! Ryan collapsed out of nowhere—his face went totally white! I only did CPR because I was scared he was dying! How can anyone say I hit him? If you really think I meant to hurt him, fine—I'll pay with my own life!"And with that, I lunged straight for the wall."Pete! That's not what your sister meant!"Mom and Dad panicked, rushing to grab me.My little speech had hit them right in the guilt, and they whipped around to glare at Violet."How dare you talk to your brother like that? He just got back and doesn't know anything! What kind of older sister says things like that?"Violet curled her li

Violet and Ryan were still deep in their own little fantasy, completely missing the sarcasm dripping from Mr. Harrington's words."Mr. Harrington, just look at this painting scroll! Our family spent six months hunting this down from a private collector!"She gestured at the pile of shredded paper on the floor, practically wailing, "We wanted to surprise you, but this monster destroyed it!"Ryan frowned, clutching his chest with the expression of a long-suffering martyr."Yeah, sir… my brother just can't stand to see me succeed. He even said that even if the gift was ruined, I shouldn't be able to face you with my head held high…"Mr. Harrington took off his sunglasses, letting his gaze rest on me with a flicker of amusement. Then, casually, he asked, "Oh? That so?"I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion."Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, M

Ryan shot back a sleazy little grin.Flipping his phone shut with a look of disgust, Ryan took a deep breath, slapped on a guilty expression, and carried two glasses of whiskey out."Pete…"He walked up to me, eyes slightly red, wearing the face of a man who'd seen the light."Pete, I… I'm sorry. I completely lost my head earlier—I shouldn't have done that to you… I really know I was wrong. This drink is my way of making it up to you. I hope you can forgive me, so we can still be brothers…"He tipped his head back and downed one glass himself, then held the other out to me.I didn't move.He let out a sigh, his voice thick with emotion."Pete… why aren't you drinking? Do you still not forgive me? I know I messed up. If you won't drink, that means you're still angry… Then I'll just have to get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness…"People around us started whispering and pointing, judging me for being cold.Moral blackmail?I looked at the whiskey and smirked inwardl

The golf club came down hard on Ryan's back."AAH—!"He yelped in pain, nearly tumbling out of his chair.Violet screamed in terror, scrambling across the study with her hands over her head. Papers and files flew everywhere like confetti—the room instantly turned into a war zone."Stop! Stop! It's me, Violet! I'm your sister!"She ducked and shouted, trying to make herself heard.I ignored her, swinging the club with relentless fury, aiming for the fleshy parts:"What kind of nonsense is this? Who stays up half the night stealing from their own family?! A thief is a thief! Sneaking around in the dark and pretending to be my sister? I'll beat you senseless!"A few more hits landed, and the two of them were shrieking, begging for mercy."What's going on? What the hell is happening?!"Mom and Dad, woken by the commotion, came running in still in their pajamas, panicked.The lights flicked on.Mom and Dad froze, completely stunned.In front of them were two disheveled figures