The Fake Heir’s Lie Allergy Chapter 2

I felt like I was sitting on a bed of nails. I immediately shook my head and said, "I could never take your room. I didn't come back here to steal anything from you."

That single sentence acted like a lit match to gasoline. It triggered the most violent reaction yet.

Peter started gasping for air, clutching his chest, making horrific wheezing sounds like he was suffocating.

Jacqueline lost her mind. She shoved me hard against the wall, screaming at me to stay away from him.

My father's face was completely black with fury.

"That's enough for today," he snapped. "Maria, go prepare a guest room for him. Get him out of my sight."

I stood there, completely paralyzed, watching them swarm around Peter in a panic.

I had no idea what I did wrong. Just like that, the family I had spent my entire life dreaming of finding completely rejected and despised me.

From that day forward, the Starzyk family never gave me a single kind look.

I would hide in the hallways, listening to the maids gossip about how the "newly found young master" was a vicious, pathological liar. They whispered that a piece of trash dragged out of the slums could never compare to their elegant, pampered Peter.

I could only keep my head down, forcing myself to become completely invisible in my own home.

The incident that sealed my absolute destruction happened late one night.

The family had gone out for a walk. I was in my room, studying.

Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed from the hallway. I rushed out of my room, only to see my grandmother—who had been paralyzed by a stroke—tumbling violently down the grand marble staircase, wheelchair and all.

I screamed in horror and rushed toward the stairs to help her.

But right at that exact moment, the front doors opened. My family walked in, witnessing the entire scene.

A maid collapsed onto the floor in absolute terror, pointing a trembling finger directly at me.

"Master Ethan said he was going to take the Madam to the gardens for some fresh air! I don't know what happened, he just suddenly pushed her down the stairs!"

Jacqueline broke down instantly. Our grandmother was the person she loved most in the world.

My father’s hands shook uncontrollably as he dialed 911.

Outside the emergency room, the surgeon told us the prognosis was incredibly grim.

Tears streamed down my face. I shook my head frantically. "Please, you have to save her! I don't know why this is happening. I didn't do it!"

But the moment the words left my lips, Peter, standing nearby, went into a severe asthma attack. His face drained of all color, and he collapsed into anaphylactic shock right there in the waiting room.

The chaos exploded.

Peter was rushed into the ER on a stretcher.

My father grabbed me by the collar, his teeth bared in pure, unfiltered rage, roaring at me to shut my mouth.

My mother sobbed hysterically into her hands, praying for her mother-in-law and her precious son.

Jacqueline’s hair was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot. She marched up to me and delivered a brutal, ringing slap across my face.

"How many people do you have to kill before you're satisfied?! How did our bloodline produce such a toxic, venomous bastard?! Is there a single ounce of truth in your filthy mouth?!"

I was knocked straight onto the linoleum floor. My mind went completely blank.

I didn't know why this was happening.

I wanted to know how any of this was possible too!

I literally did nothing, yet I was instantly condemned as the family's ultimate villain!

My grandmother died that night.

Peter was transferred to the ICU.

The Starzyk family completely gave up on me. My mother wanted to throw me back onto the streets and severe all legal ties.

But Jacqueline refused. Her voice was pure ice.

"A life for a life. He murdered Grandma. I will make sure he suffers for the rest of his pathetic existence."

From that day on, my life became a living hell. I was locked in the dog kennels or strung up by my wrists from the second-floor balcony.

Jacqueline tortured and humiliated me on a daily basis.

My parents turned a completely blind eye.

I spiraled into total despair. My will to live slowly drained away.

One day, the groundskeeper "forgot" to feed the family's massive Tibetan Mastiff. Starving and rabid, it sank its teeth deep into my calf.

I just lay there on the grass, watching it tear into me, bite after bite.

Eventually, I closed my eyes, letting the agonizing pain drag me down into the abyss.

Remembering every brutal detail of my past life, I clenched my fists tightly.

This time around, I absolutely refused to be their punching bag. I was done living like a coward!