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.

of retiring in a five-star

could ask for more if she needed

freeloader. Stuff like this had to be finessed. If she got

……

the back seat of the sleek

still echoed in his

Thomas…

eyes narrowed. Something sharp and

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

on his face,

Mr. Dominic

starting to

“Got it.”

kept his thoughts to himself. He knew better

……

was the end

of homemade cake from the fridge, ate to her heart’s content, then wandered back up to her

was cranked all

onto her

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

lazily, and her fingers brushed against

It was cold. Metallic.

Jean froze.

sat up fast and yanked

Her eyes popped open.

a metal badge she didn’t

the badge and looked

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

Beautiful.

expression tightened. Her eyes widened in

Clink.

her hand

drawing in a

crawled over her skin like invisible ice.

If she wasn’t misremembering.

Hexagram. Iris.

was the symbol of a secret group in the

it was run by glamorous, powerful families. But behind the

one of the

chaos and blood. They were the ultimate villains. The kind of

And their insignia?

full bloom, cradled inside a six-pointed

Abyssal Choir.

hairs on her neck rise. It was

was no way that badge

Which meant—

connection did the original Jean have with the Abyssal

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

Abyssal Choir had

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