When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 3

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.

rate, her dream of retiring in

ask for more if she

to be finessed. If she got greedy and drained him too fast,

……

of the sleek black car, tugging at his shirt collar

inner voice still echoed in

Thomas…

Something sharp and unreadable

who in the company’s been cozying up to Thomas lately.” His voice dropped low and cold as

let it show on his face, but

Mr. Dominic

starting to question

“Got it.”

himself. He

……

the end of summer

from the fridge, ate to her heart’s content, then wandered

conditioning was cranked

onto her bed

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

lazily, and her fingers

It was cold. Metallic.

Jean froze.

sat up fast and yanked the

Her eyes popped open.

didn’t recognize. Totally unfamiliar. And

badge and

dimensions. It was a hexagram—not too big, not too small—with a sharp-lined

eerie. Beautiful.

expression tightened. Her eyes

Clink.

out of her

in a

skin like invisible ice.

If she wasn’t misremembering.

Hexagram. Iris.

symbol of a secret group in

story looked like it was run by glamorous, powerful families. But behind

one of

stood for chaos and blood. They were the ultimate villains. The kind of villains who could actually rival the

And their insignia?

bloom, cradled inside a six-pointed

Abyssal Choir.

was

was no way that badge just ended up here

Which meant—

the original Jean have with the Abyssal

quiet, pampered heiress. How would someone like her get

possible the Abyssal Choir had already

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