When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Chapter 55 She Comes Clean

The dark night stretched above like a heavy curtain.

Jean kept her head low, trying to avoid the harsh glare from the flashlights shining in her face.

She didn’t say a word, but inside, she was on edge.

The men in black were dragging her out of the woods, no hesitation, no mercy–and the one who said he’d come for her still hadn’t shown up.

Suddenly-

A strange sound rustled through the trees. Something was moving fast across the forest floor, brushing against leaves and twigs with sharp, slicing whispers.

It was getting closer.

And then–like a lightning bolt out of nowhere–a streak of black shot into view, so fast it blurred into a phantom.

No one could see what it really was Just a blur. Just a shadow,

Jean’s heart stopped. Her whole body went rigid.

She watched, wide–eyed, as a scream tore through the air–sharp, abrupt, terrifying.

One of the guards–a tall, broad–shouldered man–was taken down in a blink.

The rest of them froze.

These were seasoned men, the kind used to blood and violence. But even they were shaken by what they’d just seen.

The danger was sudden. Overwhelming. Like a predator had just stepped into the field and made it very clear who the real apex was

And it wasn’t them.

The shadow didn’t stop.

It moved like death incarnate–silent, brutal, fast.

Fists cracked bones. Kicks sent men flying. In the dark, his limbs were like knives. Quick. Cruel. Precise.

They never stood a chance.

One by one, they hit the dirt, groaning, helpless.

Jean was the only one left standing.

She blinked

Then, the blur was in front of her.

Up close, she could see a flash of hair swaying in the night wind.

The boy crouched down, and his voice–cool and crisp like mint–drifted into her ears.

“Gel on”

Jean froze.

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She

carried her effortlessly, like she weighed nothing

a wolf, wild and

of his

how he

know how they made

next thing she saw was

lamps. Traffic. Neon signs

They were out.

They were free.

Finished

on a sleek black motorcycle that

action movie.

parted

she could say anything, Ludwig reached up and gently fit a

of glass. Like a

him. Quiet

murmured, her voice soft through the

“You

wanted to say. But

she began slowly, “that I

She

it?” he

too black to be real. They made his skin look

“But I woke up one day, and

said it

wasn’t going to

she thought knowing the plot

But she’d been wrong

anything. Abyssal Choir. Ludwig. The host’s missing

all a

blanks. Too many things the host hadn’t

was going to make it here, if she wanted a

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She

beat

cards on the

Ludwig

flicker of emotion

Jean nodded.

Finished

was nervous,” she said softly. “But now, I think I can trust you. So

made up on

said it that way to make

her memory loss was real–and that she was still the same Jean, just missing a few files

if Ludwig suspected otherwise–if he even thought she wasn’t

She was dead meat

probably kill her in five different ways

Jean’s heart was pounding

Ludwig said nothing.

just stared at her–unmoving,