All Chapters of Six-Year-Old Devil Joins Rich Clan: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Drive. We're going home."The moment the words left my mouth, hurried footsteps came rushing up outside the car. The orphanage director, Carol Willick, ran over, panting as she held out a faded canvas backpack that contained everything I owned.She pulled open the car door with surprising ease and speed, as if she'd rehearsed this scene in her mind every day, waiting for this exact moment. Pulling me toward the doorway, her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled."Ethan, this is your real father. This time… This time, you won't be sent back again. You won't have to protect yourself by fighting anymore. You'll have a thousand times more love than before. Our little Ethan finally has a family…"I looked into Carol's eyes. They were filled with worry and hesitance.I didn't understand love. In my world, there was only right and wrong.But Carol was the only person who'd ever seen me grind Marlon Briggs' face into the dirt for bullying me and, instead of calling me a monster, handed

The villa was so enormous that it felt like a maze.Francis carried me upstairs and pushed open the door to a south-facing children's bedroom. Thick blackout curtains covered the windows, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine.I immediately spotted the little girl hiding behind the curtains, trembling from head to toe. That was my twin sister, Emily Sterling.She had soft, fair skin and features so strikingly similar to mine. Her face was flushed bright red with a fever, and damp strands of hair clung to her forehead. The moment she saw Francis carrying me inside, she stumbled forward on her unsteady little legs. She seemed eager to get closer to see me properly, yet she didn't dare to approach. Her large eyes fixed on me with intense longing."Emily, why are you burning up so badly? Where's the nanny? Martha!" Francis touched Emily's forehead and instantly panicked, shouting for the help.Several nannies rushed into the room, frantically preparing to carry Emily to

I carefully calculated when Francis would be coming home. His business trip was supposed to last seven days. So, there were five days left.In those five days, I went down to the basement every day, right on schedule, to "visit" Barbara. I poured sour kitchen slop and leftover food into a dog bowl and fed it to her. I stuffed the thorny nettle leaves from the garden into her clothes and forced her to wear them.Whenever she refused to obey or tried to fight back, I picked up a thin leather whip and lashed her without mercy.To the nannies and maids outside, I remained the same sweet, smiling, lovable kid. I told them that Barbara had suddenly received a call and gone to Efrida with Francis on a business trip and that they shouldn't go down to the basement and disturb me while I was playing hide-and-seek.The basement was extremely well-soundproofed. No matter how desperately Barbara screamed inside, not a single sound could be heard outside.On the fifth night, I sat outside the d

I stared at the moldy bread on my plate and took a bite without batting an eye.The mold on the bread didn't bother me. After all, at my third foster home, I had to fight dogs for scraps from their bowls.Emily, on the other hand, didn't feel the same way. She was a pampered little crybaby. After taking just one bite, she threw up. Moments later, she burst into tears while she clutched her empty stomach.Her crying got on my nerves. So, in the middle of the night, I used a piece of wire to pick the electronic lock on the kitchen door. Then, I cooked her two expensive steaks. While I was at it, I dumped all of Barbara's expensive beauty supplements down the sink. The next morning, I found a dead rat in my bed. Its intestines were spilling out of its body, and the stench was absolutely revolting. Barbara stood just outside the door, breathing heavily. If I had to guess, she was probably waiting eagerly for me to let out a terrified scream.I pulled back the covers and picked up t

Before I could finish speaking, I dodged Barbara's hands as she tried to grab me.The moment she lunged forward and lost her balance, I stuck my foot out and gave her a hard shove in the back.Barbara let out a chilling scream as she went tumbling down the steep staircase. The sound of bones striking against the hard marble floors echoed through the spacious villa. It was delightful to listen to.Barbara rolled all the way down before her body crashed onto the very bottom of the stairs. I, on the other hand, stood at the top of the staircase and looked down at her from above.Her entire body was twitching as she lay curled up on the floor in pain. Moments later, thick, dark blood began to gush out from beneath her dress.The silence in the villa was soon broken by the sound of ambulance sirens.In the hospital's VIP room, the overwhelming scent of disinfectant did very little to mask the stench of blood in the air. Barbara lay on the bed. Her face was as white as a sheet, and