At My Birthday, My Sister Smashed The Cake Into My Face, Laughing As I Fell Backward With Blood….
Chapter 1: The Fortress of Perfection
Bedford, New York, on a November evening, had the beauty of a glass-enclosed cemetery. Cold winds from the north swept through the old oak trees surrounding the Sterling mansion – a Colonial-style building with pristine white columns and windows always brightly illuminated by warm, yet strangely unfamiliar, yellow lights.
I am Julian Sterling. Today is my 25th birthday.
In the world of American high society, 25 is not just a milestone of adulthood; it’s the day I officially inherit 40% of Sterling Dynamics Corporation according to my grandfather’s will. And that’s why the atmosphere in the dining room tonight is thick with hostility, despite the fragrant aroma of roasted turkey and expensive wine.
Across from me is Brianna, my older sister. She wore a vibrant red silk dress, her lips painted with the same color, always sporting what I call a “dagger smile.” She was the darling of Wall Street, the one who had run the corporation for the past five years and had no intention of relinquishing an inch of power to her younger brother, whom she always considered “weak and dreamy.”
Chapter 2: The Wolf’s Party
“Happy birthday, Julian,” Brianna said, her voice smooth as velvet but containing a hidden threat. “A new chapter in your life. A new chapter for the corporation. Are you ready to… ‘take on the responsibility’?”
My parents sat at opposite ends of the table, strangely silent. They were like observers in a survival game. In this family, affection was measured by net profit.
“I just want to do what’s right, Brianna,” I replied, my hand gripping my napkin tightly.
“Right? How lovely,” she sneered, her eyes glancing at the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. “It’s time for the most special gift of all.”
The servants came out, carrying a huge, three-tiered cake, covered in pristine white buttercream and delicate sugar flowers. On top of the cake was the inscription: “To Julian – The Last Heir.”
Chapter 3: The Climax – The Strike of Madness
Brianna rose, slowly walking toward me. She took the cake from the servant’s tray. Everyone in the room fell silent. I could hear the ticking of the pendulum clock in the main hall.
“Julian, you know I always like surprises,” Brianna whispered as she stood close to me.
Before I could react, a powerful force came crashing down.
Bang!
The heavy cake slammed into my face with brutal force. I didn’t have time to close my eyes. The rich, creamy frosting flooded my nose, mouth, and ears. But that wasn’t all. The force of the impact sent me tumbling backward, the oak chair crashing onto the marble floor.
In that instant, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. My head slammed against the sharp edge of the expensive crystal porcelain display cabinet behind me.
Smash!
The sound of shattering glass mingled with Brianna’s shrill laughter. She stood there, looking at me lying on the floor, covered in white frosting, and laughing as if she’d just witnessed the world’s greatest comedy.
“Look! Our heir looks like a pathetic clown!” she shrieked amidst her laughter.
But her smile froze instantly.
Blood.
Bright red blood began to ooze from beneath the creamy white frosting on my face and from the back of my head, staining the white marble floor. It flowed at an astonishing speed, forming a horrifying, deep red pool. I lay there, my breath ragged, my eyes blurred by the mixture of cream and blood.
Chapter 4: The Twist – The Recording Under the Cake
Amidst my parents’ panic and the frantic screams of the waiters, Brianna stood there, her face pale. But she wasn’t afraid of me dying. She was afraid of something else.
I struggled to reach into my inner jacket pocket, pulling out a small, sleek, black device. It was still functioning.
“Do you… do you enjoy this prank, Brianna?” I whispered, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.
I pressed a button on the device. A sharp voice rang out in the dining room, Brianna’s voice from the secret conversation in the library two hours earlier:
“…I’ll humiliate her right here at the party. When she falls, I’ve arranged for her to be next to a sharpened porcelain cabinet. If she dies, it’ll be an accident. If she survives, she’ll have brain damage and be legally ineligible for her share. The entire Sterling Dynamics will be mine forever.”
The room froze. My father jumped to his feet, his eyes fixed on Brianna as if she were a monster.
“Brianna… what have you done?” my mother whispered in anguish.
Chapter 5: The Final Judgment
I lay there, feeling the chill spread, but a faint smile lingered on my lips.
“I knew you’d do this,” I said, my voice low but firm. “This cake… I asked the chef to put a protective metal layer inside to reduce the impact on my face, but I didn’t expect you to be so cruel as to sharpen the edge of the cabinet. However, Brianna, this recording device is directly connected to the server at Miller’s law office. The entire board of directors heard your murder plot.”
The sirens of police cars echoed from the mansion gates. I had called them before the party began.
Brianna collapsed to the floor, her trembling hands stained with cream and her own brother’s blood. She had lost the cruelest game she had ever played.
Chapter 6: The Author’s Conclusion
The 25th birthday night ended in the flashing lights of ambulances and police cars. Brianna was led away in shackles, still in her bright red dress, now stained.
I was carried on a stretcher. The head wound was quite deep, but I knew I would live. Looking up at the New York night sky, I realized that: In a family where kinship is betrayed, the truth is the only weapon that can save you.
Grandfather’s will was finally carried out in the truest sense. Not with money, but with the purge of justice. The sweetness of the cake tonight was bitter, but it was… The price to pay for stepping out of the fortress of lies.
The writer’s message: Never underestimate the silence of an oppressed person, for behind that silence may lie a perfect plan to overthrow even the most arrogant. Truth is like blood; once spilled, no amount of buttercream can conceal it.
Chapter 7: The Cold Light of Justice
Six months after the horrific birthday night, the New York Supreme Court became the focus of global media attention. The “Sterling Heir” case was not just a failed assassination attempt; it was a symbol of the decay of America’s oldest family empires.
Julian Sterling sat in the witness stand. The scar on the back of his neck was still there, visible beneath his short haircut – a permanent reminder of the night he nearly lost his life. He no longer had the dreamy expression of six months ago. Standing before him now was a cold, calm, and decisive man.
Opposite him, behind the dock, Brianna Sterling looked haggard, but her eyes still gleamed with undiminished hatred. She wore a powerful black suit, trying to maintain the appearance of a queen despite being shackled.
Chapter 8: The Battle of Wits on the Witness Stand
Brianna’s defense attorney, a notorious Wall Street veteran, began questioning Julian with a sarcastic tone:
“Mr. Sterling, you say your sister sharpened the porcelain cabinet to kill you. But in reality, weren’t you the one who orchestrated the whole evening? You planted the recording device, you prepared the liner in the cake… Weren’t you the ‘director’ of this accident to seize control of the corporation?”
Julian looked directly into the lawyer’s eyes, his voice echoing throughout the courtroom:
“I prepared for self-defense, not for attack. If my sister hadn’t intervened, the recording device would only have captured laughter and congratulations. If she hadn’t smashed the cake with such force, I wouldn’t have fallen. I orchestrated the safety, Brianna orchestrated the death.”
The courtroom erupted in commotion. The judge struck the gavel to restore order. Brianna suddenly burst into a hoarse, guttural laugh:
“You always think you’re so virtuous, Julian! Do you think our parents will side with you? They need a leader, not a psychologically traumatized child!”
Chapter 9: The Climax – The Man Behind the Curtain
Julian calmly took a black envelope from the file.
“You’re right about one thing, Brianna. Our parents always needed a leader. That’s why the edge of that porcelain cabinet was sharpened.”
Brianna froze. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your Honor, I present my final evidence,” Julian said. “This is the fingerprint and DNA analysis of the sharpened edge of the porcelain cabinet. It doesn’t just have Brianna’s fingerprints from when she pushed me. It also has traces of someone else – someone who secretly prepared it that afternoon.”
Julian turned to look toward the audience, where his father—Mr. Sterling—sat, his face as expressionless as marble.
“You sharpened it, didn’t you?” Julian whispered, but the microphone carried his voice throughout the room. “You knew Brianna would do it. You wanted to get rid of both of us. Brianna would go to jail for attempted murder, I would die or be crippled, and you would continue as Chairman for another 20 years because ‘there was no capable successor.’ A perfect move.”
Chapter 10: The Twist – The Fall of an Empire
The courtroom fell silent. Brianna looked at her father, then at Julian. The hatred between the two sisters suddenly turned into shock as they realized they were merely pawns in the hands of an extremely ambitious father.
“Liar!” Mr. Sterling stood up, intending to storm out of the room, but FBI agents blocked all escape routes.
Julian rose from the witness stand and walked closer to the dock where Brianna stood. He placed his hand on the glass partition.
“Brianna, you lost your own game because you were too impulsive. And your father, he lost because he underestimated your silence. Your grandfather’s will left more than just shares; it left behind ultimate power: the power to expose the truth.”
Chapter 11: The Conclusion – Light After the Storm
The case concluded with a life sentence for Brianna for organized murder and an emergency arrest warrant for Mr. Sterling for complicity and conspiracy to murder.
Julian Sterling walked out of the courtroom, the bright Manhattan sun shining on his face. He was now the sole Chairman of Sterling Dynamics. But he felt no victory. He felt only peace.
The will of silence had been executed to the very last stroke. The truth has been revealed, though at the cost of a family’s downfall. Julian understands that from now on, he will build an empire not on blood and betrayal, but on the transparency he has paid for with his life.
The author’s message: When power becomes the sole purpose, even blood ties are merely tools. But the truth always finds a way to rise from the ruins, turning the most arrogant into victims of the very schemes they meticulously crafted.
