My wife was having an affair with a rich heir. When I caught them in the act, instead of feeling guilty, they flew into a rage. They forced alcohol down my throat, dragged me to the edge of a high-rise balcony, and threw me off, framing my death as a tragic, drunken accident. But they didn’t know one thing. I didn’t die. My soul was reborn into the body of that rich heir’s billionaire father. From that moment on, my wife’s lover became my son, and his gorgeous, seductive mother became my wife! With my new identity as the patriarch of the family, my game of absolute revenge officially began. “Arthur, what are you just standing there for? Come to bed.” The voice was soft and silky. I looked over and saw a stunningly beautiful woman lying gracefully on the bed. She had a smoking-hot body with curves that could drive any man insane. I had actually reincarnated. And of all people, I had become Arthur Carter—the billionaire father of Vance Carter, the man who ruined my life. The woman in front of me was Madeline Carter, Vance’s mother. It seemed even God couldn’t stand the injustice of my death, giving me the perfect identity to exact my revenge on that toxic couple. My real name was Leo Henderson. I was twenty-six years old. I used to have a beautiful, seemingly gentle wife named Chloe Bennett. We walked down the aisle right after graduating from college. To provide her with a luxurious life, I worked day and night. On my days off, I even delivered food, braving the scorching sun and freezing rain. I didn’t care how hard it was, as long as Chloe was happy. But I never expected that while I treated her like my entire world, she treated me like absolute garbage. On her twenty-fifth birthday, I wanted to give her a surprise. But when I unlocked the bedroom door, I caught her and another man tangled in the sheets, locked in a passionate embrace. At that moment, my blood ran cold, and my entire body shook with rage. “Chloe! Why?!” With bloodshot eyes, I rushed forward, dragged Chloe off the bed, and slapped her hard across the face. Then, I dragged her lover off the mattress and beat him with everything I had, letting out all my built-up fury. Holding her bruised cheek, Chloe screamed, “Leo! How dare you lay a hand on me! I’ll kill you!” She grabbed a heavy wooden folding tray from the bedside table and slammed it hard against the back of my head. My vision instantly blurred. A sharp, excruciating pain flared through my skull, and the world began to spin. Before I knew it, darkness consumed me, and I collapsed onto the floor. When I finally woke up, a bucket of ice-cold water was splashed onto my face. The freezing sensation made my lungs seize. Seeing Chloe clinging tightly to Vance, my chest throbbed as if pierced by a thousand needles. “Why? Why did you betray me? Haven’t I given you everything these past few years?” Chloe let out a cold laugh, as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. “You did all that because you wanted to, Leo. I never forced you to be good to me.” “And betrayal? I never loved you in the first place. How can it be betrayal? The only man I’ve ever loved is Vance, not you.” My heart shattered. “Never loved me? Then why did you marry me?!” Vance, the wealthy heir, smiled mockingly. “Why marry you? Because I love the thrill of taking what belongs to other men. I didn’t just want to sleep with your wife; I wanted you to work yourself to death raising my kid while I laughed behind your back! I just didn’t expect you to find out so soon.” My heart bled. All these years, I had been nothing but a toy for their sick amusement—a tool to satisfy Vance’s twisted fantasies. She had never felt a single ounce of affection for me. They began to mock and insult me, even trying to perform their disgusting acts right in front of my face. But when they saw the sheer, murderous hatred in my eyes, they panicked. They forced a bottle of whiskey down my throat, dragged me to the balcony of the twentieth floor, and pushed me over, making it look like a tragic accident. I fell, smashing into a bloody pulp on the pavement below.
I thought I would never get my revenge. But the heavens gave me a second chance. I was reborn as Vance’s father. This new identity was almost too perfect. I swore to myself that I would make those two monsters pay in blood. Bringing my mind back to the present, I looked at the woman lying on the bed. Madeline Carter. Arthur’s wife, and Vance’s biological mother. She was in her early forties, but because of her immense wealth, she spent a fortune on skincare and wellness. Her skin was as smooth as a baby’s. If someone told me she was in her late twenties, I would have believed them. A dark, vengeful idea sparked in my mind. With a cold, unreadable expression, I walked straight toward the bed. “Arthur, what are you doing?” “What do you think?” A slow smirk crept onto my face, my eyes burning with a wild desire for revenge. “Arthur, you have an early meeting tomorrow. Don’t push yourself!” “Don’t call me Arthur. Call me ‘hubby’.” *Vance, you took everything from me. It’s time I collect some interest from your mother first.* That night, I unleashed all my bottled-up hatred and fury onto Vance’s mother. The next morning, Madeline gently shook me awake. “Honey, time to get up. You have an executive board meeting to attend.” I opened my eyes groppily to see her gorgeous face, glowing with a radiant blush. Her voice was dripping with tenderness. From Arthur’s memories, I knew this old bastard had cared about nothing but his business and sleeping with his secretaries. He hadn’t touched his wife in years. Last night had been like rain after a decade-long drought for Madeline. She was absolutely thrilled. Hearing the word “meeting,” I yawned. My first instinct was to get dressed and go to the office, but then I remembered—I wasn’t actually Arthur. Why should I care about some stupid corporate meeting? Arthur had built a business empire worth billions, and now, all of it belonged to me. This was a level of wealth I couldn’t even dream of in my past life. In my last life, I lived like a dog. In this life, with so much money, why shouldn’t I just lie back and enjoy it? Besides, I had a cheating wife and a murderous stepson to torture. I didn’t have time to deal with spreadsheets. Without a second thought, I pulled Madeline back into my arms and lied smoothly, “Sweetheart, all these years, I poured my soul into the company and neglected this home. I neglected you. So, I’ve decided to take a long break. I want to focus all my energy on you…” Madeline froze, looking at me in utter disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Honey… do you really mean that?” Though Madeline had all the luxury in the world, she had been incredibly lonely, both emotionally and physically. This promise was the greatest gift she could ever receive. She still couldn’t quite believe it, but when I called my assistant and cancelled all my meetings indefinitely, her doubts vanished. Overwhelmed with joy, she pulled me down and rewarded me passionately. I had to admit, Vance… you had a wonderful mother. Because of Madeline’s enthusiasm, breakfast was out of the question. We didn’t get out of bed until two in the afternoon. Madeline went downstairs to cook lunch. It was just the two of us. My useless “son,” Vance, wasn’t home. As a spoiled trust-fund brat, he got hundreds of thousands of dollars in allowance every month. He spent his days partying, getting drunk, and staying out all night. He lived like a king. I pulled out my phone and did the first order of business: I froze every single one of his credit cards. He wasn’t getting another dime from me. Not even ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Vance, his voice frantic and panicked. “Dad! Why is my card declined? You need to unfreeze it right now! I just had lunch with my girlfriend, and the bill is twenty thousand dollars. They won’t let me leave without paying!” Hearing my mortal enemy call me “Dad” sent a rush of pure, vengeful ecstasy through my veins. I sneered into the phone. “What are you crying about? I froze your cards on purpose.” Silence fell over the line for a few seconds before Vance completely lost his mind. “What?! Dad, why would you do that?!” Adopting the persona of a stern, angry father, I roared into the receiver, “You ungrateful little piece of garbage! You dare ask me why? Do you think I don’t know about the disgusting things you’ve been doing?” “I am not unfreezing your cards. Figure out how to pay the bill yourself. If you can’t, sell one of your kidneys on the black market. That should cover it!” Without waiting for a reply, I slammed the phone down. Visualizing Vance’s humiliated, panicked face on the other end of the line made me shudder with pure joy. *You piece of trash, you’re finally in my hands. The road is long, and I’m going to make your life a living hell. Good son, daddy has so many special shows prepared for you.*
Madeline spoiled her only son rotten, granting his every whim. To make sure she wouldn’t ruin my plans, I decided to brainwash her early. I played the role of a loving patriarch, telling her that Vance was the future heir to our family empire and needed tough love. If we kept spoiling him, he would end up ruined. As the master of the house—especially after my performance in bed—Madeline agreed with everything I said without a single doubt. About three hours later, Vance, who hadn’t set foot in the house for over a week, burst through the front door, looking completely disheveled and enraged. “Dad! Have you lost your mind?! Am I even your son? Why the hell did you cut off my cards for no reason? My girlfriend had to pay for the bill in the end! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me?!” He paced around the living room, shouting and complaining. I didn’t say a word. I stood up, walked over, and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. *SLAP!* The sound was incredibly loud and satisfying. *Don’t mention it, son. This one’s on me!* “Ah!” Vance screamed, stumbling backward and almost falling to the floor. The slap was brutal. His cheek instantly swelled up, turning a bright, angry red, and blood began to gush from his nose. Still unsatisfied, I raised my foot and kicked him squarely in the stomach. Vance collapsed onto the floor, curling up like a boiled shrimp, groaning and clutching his abdomen in agony. Crying and trembling, he looked up at me with sheer terror and confusion. “Dad… why?” “No reason. I just felt like using you as a punching bag. I am your father. If I tell you to eat dirt, you swallow it and ask for seconds!” Vance was utterly stunned by my brutality. Even Madeline stood frozen in shock. She never expected me to lay such a violent hand on our son. Seeing her son bleeding and groaning on the floor, tears welled up in Madeline’s eyes. She instinctively rushed forward to help him up. “Don’t touch him! Let him get up on his own!” I barked, my voice cold and commanding. “The little brat is just acting to get your pity. Trust me, he’s not going to die!” I pulled Madeline back. Madeline opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but seeing my absolute, uncompromising expression, she swallowed her words and stepped back. Remembering what I had told her earlier about “tough love,” she clenched her fists and turned her eyes away. *A father disciplining his son must be doing it for his own good. I cannot let my foolish indulgence ruin my husband’s plans.* I looked down at Vance, watching his pathetic, agonizing state, feeling a wave of absolute triumph. *Vance Carter, you could never in a million years guess that the man beating you isn’t your father, but Leo Henderson—the man you and Chloe murdered.* *But did you think a single slap and a kick would be enough? No. Not even close!* *I’m going to make you wish you were dead. And Chloe, that toxic snake… neither of you will escape!* “Get up! I’m going to count to ten. If you’re still on the floor, I’ll kick you again!” Enduring the pain, Vance scrambled to his feet, trembling like a leaf. The moment he stood up, I slapped his other cheek with equal force. Vance clutched his face, tears streaming down his cheeks. He cried out in pure misery, “Dad! I got up! Why did you slap me again?!” I looked at him innocently. “I didn’t kick you, did I? I used my hand this time!” Vance looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. He finally realized his father was out for blood today, and no matter what he did, he was going to get beaten. What could he do? Nothing. A father disciplining his son was the law of nature in this house. He just had to take it until I got tired. He comforted himself with this thought. I looked down at him, pretending to be disappointed, and yelled, “What? Are you trying to protest with silent defiance?!” “I’ve been too busy with work and neglected your upbringing. I let you run wild, and now you’ve become a complete parasite! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll either end up dead on the streets or rotting in a prison cell, throwing our family name into the mud!” Without another word, I whipped off my leather belt and began striking him ruthlessly. I ripped his expensive clothes to shreds, leaving angry red welts all over his back and arms. The living room filled with his pig-like squeals. “Ah! Ah! Dad! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Vance shrieked, begging for mercy. If I were his real father, I might have softened. But I wasn’t. The louder he screamed, the happier I felt. *This is called karma, you piece of trash. Did you think about this day when you stole my wife and pushed me off that building?* Seeing that I was actually flaying him alive, Madeline panicked. She threw herself over Vance, begging me to stop. But I was fueled by ten lifetimes of rage. Besides, she wasn’t my real wife, so why would I care about her tears? I roughly pulled Madeline away and continued to swing the belt, raining blows down on Vance. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* What a beautiful sound. “Tell me! What did you do wrong?!” “Dad, Dad, I was wrong! I really was!” “I shouldn’t have slept with other men’s wives! I shouldn’t have beaten people up and threatened them! I shouldn’t have…” Under the paralyzing fear of being beaten to death, Vance assumed I had found out about his dark secrets. His psychological defense crumbled completely, and he began spilling all his sins. Stealing married women, ruining widows, blackmailing female teachers, breaking a college student’s legs and threatening his entire family to keep them quiet… I knew he was a bad egg, but I didn’t realize he was a literal monster. Even Madeline stared at him in horror. In her mind, her son was just a spoiled playboy, but she never imagined he had committed actual crimes behind her back. She felt a wave of profound disappointment and almost fainted from shock. “Madeline, go to the kitchen and grab a knife,” I roared. “I’m going to castrate this beast myself today!”
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