When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family Ch 3

Chapter 3 That Steak Wants Me Dead

“You finish up. I’ve got something to take care of.”

Dominic toned down the edge in his voice, doing his best not to sound harsh and cold.

Jean pouted a little without saying a word.

Really? He wants me to keep eating this stuff? Not even a dog would touch it… just because food’s there doesn’t mean you should eat it!

Dominic turned his head and gave her a quick glance.

Jean instantly put on her best wide-eyed, innocent look.

“If there’s anything you actually like, just ask the housekeeper,” he added, surprisingly gentle.

They were technically siblings, but he barely knew her at all.

Jean had always been more of a ghost than a person. Quiet, forgettable. If he weren’t her brother, he probably wouldn’t have given her a second look.

But now—

Dominic met her clear, open gaze and felt something shift inside him.

Maybe he’d gotten it all wrong.

Maybe she wasn’t distant. Maybe she just didn’t know how to let people in.

Jean had no clue what was going on in Dominic’s head. She was off in her own little world.

Anything I want? Don’t just say that—prove it. Send me seven bucks and let’s see how serious you are. It’s Thursday. I’m about to go full chaos mode!

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed with a transfer.

Fourteen thousand dollars.

“Dominic, you… why would you… send me this much money?” Jean stared at her phone like it had just grown wings. Her voice came out in broken pieces.

This was what people meant by money falling from the sky.

This was what it felt like to trip and land in a pile of gold.

This was the dream.

Money, come to me. Rain down on me. Pour in from everywhere…

Dominic caught the wide-eyed look on her face, those dark pupils shimmering like glass, and honestly, he found it kind of adorable.

“If that’s not enough, just ask me for more.”

He dropped that line like it was nothing, then walked off with Bryson without another word.

Jean stayed at the table by herself, grinning like she’d just hit the jackpot.

Hehe… fourteen grand just like that.

dream of retiring in a five-star psych ward was totally within

she could ask for

Stuff like this had to be finessed. If she

……

back seat of the sleek black car, tugging at his shirt collar like

still echoed in his

Thomas…

narrowed. Something sharp and

lately.” His voice dropped low and cold

didn’t let it show on his face,

Mr. Dominic

starting to

“Got it.”

his thoughts to himself. He knew better than to

……

was the end of summer

cake from the fridge, ate to her heart’s content,

cranked

collapsed onto her bed with

exactly when Sarah—the heroine—would show up. So until that day came, she was

lazily, and her fingers brushed

It was cold. Metallic.

Jean froze.

sat up fast and

Her eyes popped open.

she didn’t recognize. Totally unfamiliar. And definitely not

picked up the badge and looked

design popped in three dimensions. It was a hexagram—not too big, not too

eerie. Beautiful. And

hit her. Her expression tightened. Her eyes widened in

Clink.

badge slipped out of her hand and landed on the

froze, drawing in a

like invisible ice. She instinctively hugged

If she wasn’t misremembering.

Hexagram. Iris.

of a secret group in

it was run by glamorous, powerful families. But behind the scenes, there were darker forces. Ruthless

one

They were the ultimate villains. The kind of villains who could

And their insignia?

in full bloom,

Abyssal Choir.

her neck rise. It was like

way that badge just ended up

Which meant—

original

to be a quiet, pampered heiress. How would someone like her get involved with a group

possible the Abyssal Choir had already