The Real Son Returned—The Fake Heir Panicke — Novel

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When Julian returns to the Zamora family after years away, he expects a warm welcome. Instead, he’s met with a bizarre banquet and a chilling atmosphere that quickly reveals the strange dynamics at play. His younger brother, Cedrick, is celebrated as the favored son, while Julian is treated like an outsider in a home that should be his. Why does every interaction feel more like a performance than a reunion?

As he navigates the treacherous waters of sibling rivalry, condescending family members, and a bewildering role in the family’s business, Julian struggles to find his place. Each encounter stirs a mixture of resentment and determination within him. Can he prove his worth in a family that seems intent on pushing him aside? Or will he succumb to their expectations and the weight of their disdain?

With secrets lurking beneath the surface and tensions rising with every meal, Julian must decide how far he’s willing to go to reclaim his identity and challenge the twisted loyalty that binds his family. In a world where blood ties can feel more like chains, what does it truly mean to belong?

The Real Son Returned—The Fake Heir PanickeChapter 1

I Saved All of Humanity, Yet My Rich Family Looked Down on Me and Treated Me as an Outsider.

On the very first day I was brought back into the wealthy Zamora family, they threw a welcome-home banquet for me. My younger brother picked up a shrimp—with the shell still on—and placed it in my bowl.

Then he turned to me and said, "This shrimp shell has nutrients. It can help strengthen your bones."

Wait... The Zamora family could be considered well-off.

So why were they so poor that they needed to eat shrimp shells for calcium?

As I sat at the table, trying to enjoy this rare family reunion, I suddenly froze.

It seemed they had all heard my inner thoughts.

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I continued thinking in my head. 'Human stomach acid can't digest shrimp shells. If you really want to save money, just drink more milk. Besides, shrimp shells are basically kitchen waste.'

My brother, Cedrick, frowned.

'Forget it. This Cedrick... he might have decent looks, but his intelligence probably isn't very high. Better not argue with him.'

Cedrick unconsciously put down his cutlery.