The Love Hate Relationship Between the Real and Fake Heirs

My parents’ adopted son, Tyler Levesque, saw me as his enemy.

Thus, I went abroad to live a more peaceful life.

However, he came up with a scheme to trick me into coming back home. He locked me in my room and humiliated me. He did his very best to put me under his thumb…

My archenemy, Tyler Levesque, forced a kiss on me.

Rage and resentment swirled and churned within me and made me feel like I was going to explode.

I woke up with a start.

Whew!

Thankfully, it was only a dream.

Just as I thought that, a dark figure pressed me down.

“Ah—Mmph!”

A hand muffled my scream.

“It’s me. Quiet!”

Tyler’s voice was low and husky. His eyes burned.

He grabbed a scarf and shoved it into my mouth.

I struggled viciously, but Tyler was a ruthless man, and I had never beaten him before.

His body was hot, and his breathing was ragged.

“Be good. If you don’t behave, I’ll post photos of you sleeping online.”

My hands were tied to the headboard. Shame flooded me and made me feel even angrier. I glared daggers at him.

He smirked, and his eyes glinted. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s so tempting.”

“You’ll regret this,” I wanted to say. Unfortunately, I could not speak, so all that came out was a bunch of muffled nonsense.

I had just woken up from a nightmare, but it seemed like reality was even worse.

“You won’t escape me, Henry Levesque!”

…

When I was eighteen years old, I lost my mother. She had been my only family.

A few days later, a well-dressed middle-aged couple showed up and took me to the hospital for some check-ups.

It turned out that I was the Levesque family’s long-lost son.

Tyler had been prized and pampered in the Levesque family for eighteen years. Suddenly, he lost half of his parents’ love and attention. Because of that, he had broken down.

“He’s just a country bumpkin. There’s no way I’ll ever consider him my older brother. He’s not worthy!”

Tyler looked exactly like the typical rich boy: handsome, arrogant, and spoiled.

I stood there with my ill-fitting clothes, feeling awkward.

My supposed birth mother, Natalie Levesque, spoke to Tyler softly to ease the tension.

“It’s okay if you can’t. But he’s only just a few days older. Just be nice to him, okay?”

Natalie seemed to be in a good mood. She put my hand in Tyler’s.

“All of a sudden, I have two handsome sons. It’s like a dream!”

With a dark face, Tyler flung my hand away.

“I’m not even your biological son. Who knows? You might kick me out one day.”

He turned and stomped upstairs.

…

Tyler did not come downstairs to have dinner that evening. Meanwhile, my birth parents were very nice to me and treated me with the greatest care.

However, I did not feel very comfortable.

My bedroom was right opposite Tyler’s.

When I