The Family Was Shattered After the Most Arrogant Woman Reclaimed Her Place at Home

I am the ultimate delusional narcissist. My adoptive parents said my younger brother deserved to eat meat because he was a boy. I was only fit to drink slops. I smiled confidently. Sure enough, even my adoptive parents, as crude as they were, knew how to say the opposite of what they meant to get my attention. They wanted me to eat, but were too embarrassed to say so. So I elbowed my younger brother and snatched the meat. My adoptive parents were so happy they turned red in the face. Even my younger brother was captivated by my charm. He rolled around on the floor, wailing to get my attention. But I didn't care. Because charm comes as naturally to me as breathing. When I turned eighteen, my biological parents finally brought me home. The moment I walked in, the fake heiress tripped and fell toward me. Ah, this unbearable charm of mine. I imitated the domineering CEO from a TV show, caught her in one swift move, and pinned her against the wall. I gave her a mysterious smile. "Woman, you've succeeded in getting my attention." The fake heiress was so bewitched by me that she screamed frantically and cried for help. My older brother excitedly came over to touch my face, too. I demurely licked his palm. He held up his hand, so excited he could barely keep from jumping. Only my fiance backed away repeatedly, his face pale. "Forget it. Even if she's cured, she'll still drool."