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.

dream of retiring in a five-star

she could ask for

freeloader. Stuff like this had to be finessed. If she got greedy and drained him too fast, the money

……

seat of the sleek black car, tugging at his shirt

voice still echoed in his

Thomas…

sharp and

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

it show on

Dominic notice

was actually starting to question

“Got it.”

himself. He knew better

……

end

grabbed a few slices of homemade cake from the fridge, ate to her heart’s content,

was cranked all the way

her bed

until that day came, she was just going to kick back and

arm stretched out lazily, and her

It was cold. Metallic.

Jean froze.

fast and yanked the pillow

Her eyes popped open.

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

badge and looked it

It was a hexagram—not too big, not too small—with a sharp-lined iris blooming right

was eerie. Beautiful. And

her. Her expression tightened. Her eyes widened

Clink.

of her hand and landed on the

drawing in a shaky

crawled over her skin like

If she wasn’t misremembering.

Hexagram. Iris.

was the symbol of a

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

Choir was one of

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

And their insignia?

full bloom, cradled inside a

Abyssal Choir.

the hairs on her neck rise. It was like something cold and invisible had wrapped around

no way that badge just ended up

Which meant—

the original Jean have with

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

Abyssal Choir

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