Clapback Heiress,I Roasted My Toxic Family And Built An Empire

I had a compulsive clapback disorder. If anyone said anything to me, I had to snap right back. The day I was brought back to my biological billionaire family, the fake heiress cooked a lavish feast for me. My parents told me I should be grateful. I opened my mouth and sneered immediately. "Cooking a few basic dishes makes her exhausted? I was cooking for an entire abusive household when I was six. This is nothing." My parents froze, staring at my heavily calloused hands in stunned silence. On my birthday, the fake heiress received gifts from everyone. I didn't get her anything. She burst into tears, claiming I was ostracizing her. My parents scolded me for being cold. I scoffed. "Crying over birthday gifts? Someone clearly hasn't been beaten enough if she has the nerve to beg for handouts." The entire family went dead silent. Their eyes landed on the horrific scars covering my arms, and they lowered their heads, wiping away tears of guilt. Later, our eldest sister flew back from London just to back the fake heiress up. The second she stepped through the door, she scolded me for refusing to give up the master bedroom. I gave a dry laugh. "She should be glad she even has a room. Back on the farm where I grew up, girls slept in the barn. Complain, and they broke your legs." My parents stared in horror at my crooked, poorly healed shin bone. Overcome with heartbreak, they broke down sobbing and held each other. My older sister tried to argue again, but the fake heiress lunged forward and clamped her hand over my mouth, terrified. "Please, stop talking! The more you speak, the more Mom and Dad pity you!" On my first night in the Harrington mansion, my biological parents scrutinized me with cold, evaluating eyes. The fake heiress, Ashley, walked over with a soft, timid smile. "Chloe, I'm so sorry. I took up all the closet space in the guest rooms and haven't finished packing yet. Do you mind sleeping on the floor for just tonight?" She apologized with lowered eyes, looking like a fragile, innocent victim. Hearing that, our parents immediately pulled their precious golden child into a hug, unable to bear seeing her act so humble. My younger brother, Leo, glared at me, silently ordering me to agree. I didn't hesitate to snap back. "Are you serious, princess? You can't even pack a few boxes? Back on the farm, you would've been whipped raw for being that useless." The color drained from Ashley's face. She looked at our parents in sheer humiliation. But Mom and Dad weren't looking at her. They were staring in utter shock at the faint whip marks on my forearms. "They... they beat you back there?" Dad stammered. "Obviously. People were treated like livestock. You don't work, you get lashed." Their lips trembled. Leo gasped in terror. After comforting a sniffling Ashley, my parents finally agreed to let me take a proper room. I marched upstairs, walked straight into the largest bedroom, and started tossing everything out into the hallway. The room was cluttered with useless plushies and porcelain dolls. Disgusted, I tied them together with an old bedsheet like bales of hay and dumped them outside. Ashley let out a piercing shriek. "How could you treat my babies like that?!" Mom frowned. "Chloe, you can't just bully your sister!" I looked at them blankly. "Cleaning out her room counts as bullying? It was an unlivable pigsty. Back where I came from, a mess like this would earn you a backhand across the face." Ashley stared in disbelief, tears welling up. "You want to hit me?!" Leo screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mom! Dad! She's threatening violence!" My parents rushed to intervene, only to see me standing there with my arms crossed, completely still. "I don't have the right to hit anyone," I retorted coldly. "Back home, only the elders threw punches. And when they did, you had to drop to your knees and take it." Ashley was still playing the victim, but Mom and Dad barely heard her. Their eyes finally caught the faint swelling along my jawline. They froze, their voices shaking. "Did someone hit you... right before you came here? Does it hurt?" I shrugged. "Just two slaps across the face. Why make a drama out of it? At least my teeth are still intact." Those words silenced my parents completely. Ashley stomped her foot, furious that I had taken the master bedroom, but Mom finally snapped at her. "Enough, Ashley. Your sister suffered in your place for years. Let her have the room." I claimed the master suite without another word, though I couldn't resist a final jab. "A bed is just a bed. Making a fuss over nothing." Ashley watched my arrogant demeanor, nearly fainting from pure rage. The next morning, a high-pitched scream tore through the second floor. "Who touched my makeup?! Someone dumped flower pollen into my setting powder!" At the word 'pollen,' Mom, Dad, and Leo bolted out of their rooms, panicking and ready to rush Ashley to the ER. Leo hammered furiously on my door. "It was you! You just got here and everything's ruined! I saw you near Ashley's room this morning!" Mom and Dad turned to me with widened eyes, while Ashley clutched her red cheeks, sobbing. "Chloe... why would you do this to me?"I rolled my eyes. "Are you insane? I've never seen anyone sleep past noon like a dead log. "I knocked on your door to wake your lazy butt up, and that's a crime? Back on the farm, sleep in like that and you'd be dragged out by your hair." Ashley trembled with fury. She marched over to argue with me, but the moment she got close, the pollen floating off her brushed onto my skin. Within seconds, thick red hives erupted across my own face and neck. Mom gasped. "What's happening?! Why are you having an allergic reaction too?!" I roughly wiped my face, completely unfazed. "Allergies? What a load of garbage. "You rich people invent the dumbest excuses. Break out in a few pimples and suddenly you're crying like the world is ending." Ashley choked on her words, pointing at me with a trembling finger, completely speechless. My parents never expected my allergic reaction to be so severe. Panic washed over them as they dragged me toward the car to head to the hospital. On the way, Dad tried to soothe the tension. "Alright, it definitely wasn't Chloe. If she had touched the pollen, she would've reacted earlier." Ashley whimpered from the backseat, playing the martyr. "So you think I framed myself? She must have heard me mention my pollen allergy at dinner last night and got someone else to do it!" I lost my temper. "If I wanted to mess with you over an allergy, why would I sneak it into your stupid powder? I would've grabbed a handful of pollen and scrubbed your face with it directly!" Mom and Dad slammed the brakes in their minds. They stared at the aggressive hives spreading over my skin and asked in disbelief, "Scrubbed your face with pollen?" "Did... did someone do that to you when you were little?" I waved a hand dismissively. "I didn't need pollen. Whenever my face broke out in rashes, they just locked me in the dark shed until it went away on its own." Mom burst into tears right then and there. She suffered from pollen allergies herself. She knew how excruciatingly itchy and painful it was. "That must have been agony... How did you survive that as a child?" I looked at her, genuinely puzzled. "Survive what? There was nothing to endure. "If I cried or screamed too loud, they just knocked me unconscious with a punch. Problem solved." Total, suffocating silence filled the car. Looking back at Ashley's hysterical whining, my parents showed a flicker of deep disappointment. Dad shook his head, telling her to be quiet. Seeing that our parents weren't backing her up, Ashley scratched at her face in frustration. I stared at her coldly. "What? Looking for someone to knock you out too?" Ashley flinched and scrambled away from me. I reached out and yanked her back by her sleeve. "Running away? Apologize to me right now. You think you can slander me for free?" Ashley never imagined I would be so ruthless, let alone that she would have to bow her head to a country bumpkin like me. Burning with resentment, she looked at our parents with pleading eyes. "Mom, Dad, look at her!" Dad was quiet for a long moment. Even though he pitied me, Ashley was still the daughter he had raised for eighteen years. He tried to play peacemaker. "Alright, it was just a misunderstanding. You two need to learn to get along." I raised an eyebrow. "A misunderstanding? That's it? Back where I came from, lying got you forced on your knees for an entire day." Ashley lost her cool completely. "This isn't your filthy village! Why do you keep bringing that place up?!" I snapped back with a cold smile. "Fine, I won't bring it up. How about you go back there and experience it for yourself? After all, that's where you actually belong."Ashley choked on her breath, completely struck dumb. Mom immediately intervened, ordering Ashley to apologize. Through gritted teeth, Ashley squeezed out a suffocated "I'm sorry," turned around, and ran off in humiliation. I watched her scurry away without feeling any satisfaction. I didn't care about her apology; clapped-back retorts were just my default survival mechanism. After getting medication from the clinic, we returned to the villa. I stepped out onto the second-floor balcony to get some fresh air. Suddenly, a dull thud echoed below. Ashley had somehow sneaked onto the balcony behind me, and right in front of my eyes, she threw herself over the railing, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. "Ahhh! She pushed me!" Leo was in the garden below and rushed over instantly, his voice piercing the air. "Mom! Dad! She pushed Ashley off the second floor!" Within seconds, the entire household was swarming the lawn. Mom and Dad saw Ashley sprawled on the grass, clutching her ankle, and their hearts nearly broke. Ashley sobbed hysterically, holding her leg. "I just felt my apology this afternoon wasn't sincere enough... I came to apologize properly, but she shoved me off the balcony! "My ankle hurts so much! I think it's broken!" Hearing her testimony, Mom, Dad, and Leo whipped around to glare at me, their faces twisted with rage. "You crossed the line! How could you be so malicious?!" Leo pointed his finger inches from my nose, screaming for me to be kicked out. I walked down the exterior stairs with calm, measured steps. I glanced at Ashley's swollen ankle and let out a dry chuckle. Seeing my reaction, a flash of triumph crossed Ashley's eyes before she put on an even more heartbroken expression. Mom clutched her chest in fury. "Your sister is hurt, and you're laughing?!" I fired back without missing a beat. "I'm laughing at how pathetic her acting is. "When someone is actually pushed off a second-story ledge, they don't land cleanly like that. Only someone who willingly jumps has the presence of mind to adjust their posture and merely twist an ankle." Everyone froze. Mom's lips parted, and Dad looked at me in disbelief. Leo was the only one who scoffed stubbornly. "You're full of crap! How would you know what being pushed looks like? You think you've been shoved off a roof before?!" I nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course I have. Disobey orders, and they shoved you right off the roof of the barn. When you don't see it coming, you break bones. Every single time." Ashley's mouth snapped shut. She clutched her ankle, unable to utter a single word. Mom gasped in horror, tears streaming down her face as she rushed forward to pull me into a tight embrace. Dad looked like he had been slapped across the face, guilt devouring him. I looked down at Ashley, my voice icy. "Framing people with lies? Back on the farm, you'd be starved in a cellar until you were screaming for scraps." "No!" Panic seized Ashley. She clung to Dad's trousers, begging for sympathy. This time, Dad looked at my crooked little finger—broken long ago and never set properly—and couldn't bring himself to defend Ashley. Ashley was locked in her room without dinner for a full twenty-four hours. By Monday morning, she looked visibly drained. Her fiancé, Chase, was the heir to a prominent partner family, raised alongside her since childhood. Hearing what happened, he slammed his fist against his desk at school. "A dirty stray from the backwoods thinks she owns the place?! "Don't cry, Ashley. It doesn't matter if your parents are blinded by guilt. I have a way to put her in her place."Ashley covered her face, sniffling. "Her tongue is razor-sharp, and she plays the victim card perfectly. How can we possibly touch her?" Chase smirked coldly. "No matter how much your parents pity her, they will never tolerate her trying to seduce your fiancé." Ashley's eyes lit up with malicious glee. They exchanged a look, and a trap was set. That evening, Ashley approached me with sweet humility, claiming she had a peace offering for me in the third-floor study at the end of the hall. I spat on the ground right in front of her. "What kind of garbage gift makes me walk up three flights of stairs to fetch it? Keep it. I don't want your junk." Ashley's face flushed bright crimson. Losing her patience, she grabbed my arm and dragged me straight into her own bedroom. Chase, who was waiting inside, immediately locked the door behind us. Outside, Ashley composed herself, pulled her hair into disarray, and ran sobbing down to our parents' study. "Mom! Dad! Please, you have to help me!" Seeing her in tears, Mom panicked. "What's wrong, sweetie? Who hurt you?!" It was only then that Ashley noticed the study wasn't just occupied by our parents; several prominent socialite mothers from high society were visiting as well. A dark thrill rushed through Ashley's veins. The more witnesses, the better. She was going to ruin the little peasant once and for all. She buried her face in her hands, weeping loudly. "Chase said I invited him over to study in my room, but I never did! When I went upstairs, I found that girl in there with him! "They've been locked inside for over an hour! The door is bolted from the inside, and they won't open it!" Her voice trembled with heartbroken vulnerability, pulling at the heartstrings of every woman in the room. "Chase is my fiancé! She already stole my parents and my room... why is she trying to steal my fiancé too?!" Dad bolted out of his chair, and the visiting ladies gasped in sheer scandal. "Good heavens, is this true?" "I heard girls from those destitute backgrounds are ruthless gold-diggers. Facing a handsome heir like Chase, how could she resist? They're probably all over each other right now!" "Poor Ashley... such a sweet girl, having her fiancé stolen by a feral stray." Those comments shattered Dad's pride. His lingering guilt toward me instantly morphed into explosive rage and humiliation. In front of high-society peers, his long-lost biological daughter was committing such a shameless act! "Get the keys! Break the door down right now!" "Unbelievable! How could she be so depraved?!" A furious mob marched up to Ashley's bedroom. Reaching the door, faint groans and scuffling noises could be heard from inside. The faces of the socialites twisted in disgust. Ashley subtly pulled out her phone to record, eager to broadcast the scandalous footage everywhere so I would be ruined forever. Someone muttered under their breath that I was a shameless tramp who lacked basic morals. Mom looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Dad, red with fury, grabbed a decorative brass mallet from the hallway display and smashed the lock open. The door flew wide. Everyone surged inside, ready to catch us in the act. The scene inside slammed into their vision. In a split second, the collective fury turned into stunned, paralyzed silence.