THE BASTARD SON IS REAL HEIR

CHAPTER 1

“Darling, I’m back early!” Arjun pushed open the oak doors and stepped into the Kyler family mansion. This time, he wanted to surprise his fiancée, so he hadn’t told her in advance.

“She’s not home?” When no one answered, Arjun frowned and walked toward their bedroom.

“Hey—don’t touch there! This is the bed I’ll be sleeping in after I marry your brother. Honestly, you’re so—”

The coquettish laughter and words coming from the bedroom hit Arjun like a thunderbolt. Unable to restrain his emotions, he shoved the bedroom door open in fury.

“You… what are you doing?!”

Arjun’s whole body trembled. Inside the room, his fiancée Giulia stood there with her clothes in disarray—and the man on the bed was none other than his stepbrother, Marco.

“Ah!” Giulia let out a sharp scream. But when she realized it was Arjun, she quickly calmed down, a trace of mockery curling at her lips.

“Arjun? Why are you back so early?” Giulia tidied her messy hair and fastened the buttons of her silk nightgown.

Marco casually grabbed the shirt he had just taken off and sneered. “Well, well, if it isn’t my useless big brother whose mother just died. I was planning to tell you after you got over your grief—but who told you to insist on making a ‘surprise’?”

Arjun’s voice trembled as he suppressed his rage and stared at Giulia coldly.

“So this is what you meant when you said you were frigid and would only be intimate with me on our wedding night?”

Marco burst out laughing. “Seriously, Giulia, that’s how you fooled my stupid brother?” He looked at Arjun with open contempt. “Sorry to break it to you, but Giulia is definitely not ‘frigid’…”

“You—!” Arjun’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the two of them, especially the woman he had once loved so deeply. “Why did you do this?!”

Giulia looked at him as if he were an idiot, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Please. You don’t seriously think I got engaged to you because I liked you, do you? I just wanted to marry into a wealthy family like the Kylers. As for which Kyler I marry—does that really matter?”

She crossed her arms indifferently and looked at Arjun with disdain.

“When your mother was still alive, you were quite favored. But now that she’s dead, Marco’s mother is the lady of this house, and Marco is the rightful future heir of the Kyler family. A stray dog like you still wants to marry me? Dream on.”

Arjun’s face turned deathly pale. He couldn’t believe that the woman he had loved for years had only been with him for the title of “Kyler family young master.”

Three months ago, Arjun’s mother had passed away. Soon after, his scumbag of a father had rushed to register a marriage with another woman and brought her son, Marco, back into the house. Only then did Arjun learn that his father had been betraying his marriage for more than twenty years.

Unable to accept everything at once, Arjun chose to leave temporarily to process it all. But he never imagined that in just a few weeks, his fiancée would end up sleeping with his stepbrother.

Arjun trembled all over. Seeing this, Marco laughed loudly.

“Look at you—the young master of the Kyler family reduced to a wild dog. You really think you can stay in this house?”

His tone suddenly turned vicious.

“If it weren’t for your shameless mother, my mom and I would have moved into the Kyler mansion long ago, fair and square—and I would’ve been the young master already!”

Enraged by Marco’s words, Arjun lunged forward and raised his fist, shouting, “I’ll tell Dad—!”

“Enough! What’s all this shouting about?” A stern voice rang out. Arjun froze and turned around. It was his father, Vittorio. Standing behind him was Marco’s mother—and his new wife—Isabella.

Seeing Vittorio arrive, Marco immediately put on an innocent expression.

“It seems my brother really doesn’t like me being in this house. Is there no place here for me and my mother?”

“Nonsense!” Vittorio said sternly, yet with obvious indulgence. “You are now the most important young master of the Kyler family! Who would dare have a problem with you?”

As he spoke, Vittorio turned to Arjun, his eyes filled with disdain and coldness.

“Father!” Arjun cried out in grief and anger. “Giulia and Marco… they betrayed—”

“That’s enough!” Vittorio frowned and impatiently cut him off.

“What betrayal are you talking about? You and Giulia aren’t even married. And Giulia said from the start that she wanted to marry the Kyler family’s young master. I think Marco is more suitable than you. Stop competing with Marco over everything!”

Arjun stared at him, eyes wide, unable to believe his father could say such words.

“Exactly! Father is the fairest of all,” Marco said with a grin.

Giulia curled her lips and said indifferently, “I told him long ago—I only want to marry the Kyler family’s young master. He kept talking about love and feelings. Can that stuff put food on the table?”

Isabella added with a mocking smile, “You’re right, Vittorio. Giulia is a good girl, and Marco likes her too—this engagement is perfect. As for Arjun… lacking charm and unable to keep Giulia’s heart, yet daring to blame her. Seems his mother never taught him properly.”

Arjun burned with rage. “How dare you mention my mother!”

Overcome with emotion, he nearly raised his hand to strike Isabella.

“Stop it, you lunatic!” Vittorio hurriedly restrained Arjun, his face livid. “You actually dare to attack your stepmother? Looks like she’s right—your mother really failed to teach you!”

Arjun was almost driven to collapse by their words. Vittorio looked at him coldly and said in an icy voice,

“Look at yourself. How are you worthy of being my son?”

“I hereby announce that your engagement to Giulia is officially canceled. You’re not worthy of such a good woman.”

“And you—an ill-mannered disgrace—get out of the Kyler family right now. From today onward, you are no longer my son!”

Arjun trembled violently with rage. He was on the verge of raising his fists, ready to use the martial techniques his mother had taught him to teach these shameless people a lesson.

But Vittorio’s next words instantly drained the color from his face.

“Leave obediently, and I’ll continue paying for the maintenance of your mother’s grave. Otherwise, I’ll have her ashes dug up—and you can wander the streets carrying her urn with you.”