When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family Ch 1

Chapter 1 New World, New Body, Open Mic

Jean Ginger was dead.

She’d made it big all on her own and reached financial freedom before hitting thirty. But just like that, a car accident wiped it all away.

When she came to, she was lying in a ridiculously frilly princess bed.

The headboard was covered with stuffed animals that looked like they belonged in a doll museum.

Her head was pounding as memories that weren’t hers came crashing in.

No freaking way.

She had fallen into a book.

Why was this kind of cheesy plot twist happening to her?

Jean lived for money. Hustling was her life. If it hadn’t been for one random night when she couldn’t sleep and ended up on some sketchy novel site…

She never would’ve clicked on that trashy title, The Real Heiress Awakens.

This story was as cheesy and over-the-top as it gets. The real heiress, Sarah, had everything going for her and the whole world wrapped around her finger.

In her past life, Sarah had it rough. Raised dirt poor out in the sticks, she eventually made her way to Blairford, only to be crushed under the heel of the upper crust. She married the wrong guy, suffered in silence, and died heartbroken.

Only at the very end did she find out the truth.

She was the real daughter of one of Blairford’s elite families.

Given a second shot at life, Sarah made a vow—she was taking it all back.

She sprinted to Blairford to reclaim her place, humiliated the fake heiress who had walked all over her in the past, and effortlessly won the hearts of her rich birth parents and five powerhouse big brothers.

And then, because why not, she snagged the fake heiress’s fiancé too.

Of course, he was the official male lead of the story.

Sarah went straight to the top. Meanwhile, the fake heiress lost everything and became so hated by everyone that she ended up institutionalized.

And wouldn’t you know it—Jean had landed in the body of that same fake heiress with the tragic ending. They even had the exact same name.

She groaned and rubbed her temples.

Should I just start packing and call ahead for a VIP room at the psych ward?

Jean climbed off the bed and froze—she was shorter. Way shorter. She must’ve lost at least half a foot in height.

long, elegant limbs had turned into chubby little arms

fake heiress she’d become

shown up yet

would—just not for a

Ding-dong.

up on the nightstand with a

it open. It was a

account had just been

Hold up.

Seventy thousand dollars?

the zeroes like her life depended on

didn’t hurt. Suddenly she felt like

That’s fine.

was just one month’s allowance. She didn’t even have to lift a finger. All she had to do was lie

worked herself to the bone in her last life just to earn enough to finally coast. Now? She got

to get into some all-out

Sarah—the literal star

a throwaway side character. What was

to kick back, cash in, and

down for dinner, but she’s still in

from the hallway, full

“I’ll check on her.”

smooth, with a cool edge that carried weight. It

Barely a second passed.

The bedroom door opened.

kicked in. She grabbed the plush toy next to her and pulled it into her arms like

hair was tied in twin pigtails. Her eyes went big, round, and glossy like black grapes, making her tiny snow-pale

wide-eyed and

what Dominic saw when he

was checking him out too—the guy who

basically royalty in Blairford. Powerful, loaded, and admired. And

all stars in their own right. Each

The original Jean. Awkward. Average. Weird in all the wrong

and had the personality of wet toast. Her relationship with the rest of the

heiress showed up—charming, clever, and all-around lovable—it didn’t take long for the whole family to switch teams. Mom, Dad, and all five brothers started doting on Sarah like she’d been theirs all along, while

why things had spiraled so

barely suppressed

as rich and powerful as

the book. She knew exactly where

every single Ginger turned

first half? Total power fantasy. It was all about Sarah rising up, taking back everything that was hers. But then things got messy. Real messy. Twists, betrayals, drama

chaos. One by one, her parents and brothers snapped. They got framed, twisted,