My Parents Hijacked Every One Of My Birthdays For My Little Brother, Bought Him A Car At Twelve, And Laughed When I Begged For College Help. So I Livestreamed Their Slap, Let Grandpa Rip Them Out Of The Will, And Turned Their Golden Child’s Poison Plot Into A Prison Sentence — PULLING AN UNO REVERSE IN THE MOST DEVASTATING WAY POSSIBLE.
When did the golden child turn out to be pure evil?
Chapter 1: The Shadow in the Glasshouse
Greenwich in January had a cold, proud beauty. The old pine trees, covered in white snow, stood silently like guards for the Vance mansion. Inside, the warmth from the fireplace carried the scent of oak and cinnamon, but it couldn’t melt the icy chill that reigned among the people seated around the long mahogany table.
I, Ethan Vance, 21, sat in the corner, as silent as a piece of old furniture. Today was my birthday. But the enormous cake in the middle of the table read: “Congratulations, Caleb, on joining the racing team!”
Caleb, my 16-year-old brother, was cheering excitedly. My father, Richard, and my mother, Eleanor, looked at him with an adoring gaze they never gave me.
“We have a present for you, our champion!” My father tossed the car keys onto the table. That’s the key to a brand-new Porsche 911.
When Caleb was 12, they bought him a large electric car that could be driven on the inner city streets. At 14, he had a high-powered motorcycle, defying the law. And now, on my birthday, he has a million-dollar sports car.
“Dad,” I said, my voice trembling with resentment. “Today is my 21st birthday. I… I’ve received my master’s acceptance letter from Columbia. I want to ask if you and Mom could help me with some of the tuition…”
My mother’s laughter cut me off like a knife. She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with mockery. “Columbia? Ethan, do you really think you’re capable? We’ve poured so much money into tutors for you throughout high school, and you’re still just average. This family’s money should be invested in real talent, like Caleb and his racing career.”
My father nodded, not even looking at me. “Take care of yourself, Ethan. You’re 21, stop clinging to your parents’ skirts. Look at your brother, how many trophies he’s brought home for this house.”
I looked at Caleb. He smirked, a smile full of superiority and cruelty. In my parents’ eyes, he was the “Golden Boy.” In my eyes, he was a monster growing up in indulgence.
Chapter 2: Secrets Under the Bed
My silence all this time wasn’t cowardice. It was preparation.
For the past two years, I’ve secretly installed surveillance equipment in this house. I knew Caleb wasn’t a clean “athlete.” Behind the trophies were match-fixing, debauchery, and shady deals that my parents had paid to silence the victims.
And most importantly, I was waiting for someone. My grandfather, Arthur Vance – the true lifeblood of the Vance corporation and the one who drafted the enormous, multi-million-dollar will. He was the only one in the family who valued integrity and honor.
My parents always put on a show for him. They painted a picture of a happy family, where Caleb was the star and I was the “slightly slow but steady” child.
I knew Caleb was preparing for a big “deal.” He owed a huge amount from underground racing betting and was plotting to steal my grandfather’s treasury shares to cover the deficit before he found out.
Chapter 3: The Climax – The Bloody Dinner Party
On Saturday night, Grandpa Arthur came to dinner. The room was filled with artificial lights and classical music.
I walked into the dining room, but this time I wasn’t silent. I held my phone, silently pressing the live stream button on the social media platform with over 50,000 followers that I had secretly built under the guise of an anonymous “whistleblower.”
“Dad, Mom,” I said loudly as everyone sat down at the table. “I’m asking one last time. You really won’t help me with tuition, but you’re willing to pay $500,000 to compensate for Caleb’s car accident with a pedestrian last week?”
The atmosphere froze. Grandpa Arthur froze, his eyebrows furrowed. “What? Car accident? Richard, you told me Caleb only suffered minor scratches during training?”
My father’s face turned purple with anger. He jumped up and stropped towards me. “What nonsense are you talking about? Shut up!”
“I won’t shut up,” I looked him straight in the eye, raising my phone to capture the moment. “You and Mom have spent your whole lives turning Caleb into a monster. You mocked my dreams but covered up his crimes. Do you know Caleb just forged Grandpa’s signature to mortgage the Aspen vacation home?”
My mother rushed forward, her face contorted with anger at her insulted pride. “You ungrateful son! How dare you slander your brother!”
SLAP!
My father delivered a powerful slap to my face. The blow was so strong I tumbled onto the banquet table, shattering the expensive crystal glasses.
But I didn’t cry. I wiped the blood from my lip, smiling at my phone.
“Thank you, Dad,” I whispered. “All 50,000 people watching live, including Vance Group shareholders and, most importantly, the grandfather’s lawyer, witnessed the parents’ treatment of their child.”
“How will my will be treated?”
Chapter 4: The Twist – The Will of Justice
Grandfather Arthur stood up. His face was no longer that of a frail old man. It was the face of a supreme judge.
“Show me that phone,” he said, his voice sharp.
He looked at the screen, seeing thousands of outraged comments about Richard and Eleanor’s bias and violence. He saw the video evidence of the car crash that I had inserted into the live stream – footage of Caleb driving drunk and my father giving money to the police officer at the scene.
“Richard, Eleanor,” Grandfather said, his voice eerily calm. “Do you think I’m old and easily fooled? Do you think I would let the fortune my father built fall into the hands of heartless people?”
He turned to his assistant, who always stood in the corner of the room. “Call lawyer Sterling here. Right now. I want Richard, Eleanor, and Caleb removed from the will.” Their entire inheritance will be transferred to Ethan Vance – the only one in this house who still holds the honor of the Vance family.
Richard collapsed to the floor. “Father! Please! We did all this for the family’s reputation!”
“The family’s reputation is not built on the blood of others and injustice against one’s own children,” his grandfather coldly replied.
Chapter 5: The Extreme Climax – When the Beloved Son Reveals His Demonic Face
Caleb, who had been standing silently in the corner of the room, suddenly burst into laughter. A maniacal laugh of someone who had lost everything.
“Do you all think you’ve won?” Caleb pulled a small knife from his pocket. “If I don’t get that money, nobody else will! Ethan, do you think you’re a hero?” “Do you know why I need that money?”
He glared at his grandfather with hatred. “Old man, I sold the corporation’s new technology secrets to your competitor. And guess who signed the contract? My parents! They signed without reading it because they trusted their ‘darling’ too much!”
Richard and Eleanor stared in disbelief at their beloved son. “Caleb… what are you saying? You said it was just insurance paperwork for the new car…”
“You’re all idiots!” Caleb yelled.
Just then, the mansion door was kicked open. Not lawyers, but FBI agents.
“Caleb Vance, Richard Vance, and Eleanor Vance!” “You’re arrested for financial fraud, industrial espionage, and conspiracy to seize assets!”
I stood behind my grandfather, watching the police handcuff all three of them. Caleb struggled, cursing, his “Golden Boy” persona completely gone, replaced by a screaming little devil.
Chapter 6: The Dawn of Purification
Six months later.
I sat in the office of the Chairman of the Vance Group. Columbia had finished its first semester, and I was running the corporation under my grandfather’s guidance.
Richard, Eleanor, and Caleb were facing decades in prison. All their assets were confiscated to compensate for the damages they had caused.
Grandfather Arthur walked in, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Ethan, do you regret sending them to jail?”
I looked out the window, where the sun was setting on Fifth Avenue. “I didn’t send them to jail, Grandpa.” “It was their blind favoritism and greed that built those stone walls. I was merely the one who turned on the light so they could see where they stood.”
My silence of the past 21 years has ended with a testament of justice. The spoiled child became the embodiment of evil, but from those ashes, a true heir has risen.
And in the world of American high society, nothing is more cruel and sweet than the revenge of an abandoned child.
The author’s concluding remarks: The story concludes with the complete downfall of the arrogant. The climax lies in the moment Ethan live-streams the slap – a symbol of the long-standing psychological abuse – to activate the legal noose. A practical lesson: Never underestimate the silent, for they are the ones who see best the devil lurking behind those “golden” smiles.
