When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Jean didn’t even hesitate. She shook her head quickly and, with a voice as calm and unbothered as water said, “There’s nothing I want to ask. It is what it is.”

The words landed like a blade, and Sienna’s heart splintered.

Still just a child, and yet–she’d accepted everything so easily? No questions, no protest, not even a hint of confusion?

But before Sienna could recover, Jean smiled.

It was a bright, genuine smile, one that shimmered in her eyes and softened the corners of her lips. “Anyway… I still want to wish you a happy birthday.”

She didn’t call her “Mom.”

From the second she stepped out of the shadows until this very moment, Jean hadn’t said the word once. Not when she addressed her directly, not when she offered her gift, not when she said goodbye.

She wasn’t trying to prove anything. She simply didn’t want to be seen as shameless—like someone still clinging to a title she no longer had a right to.

She wasn’t the Ginger family’s real daughter. That much had been made clear.

But if there was one small upside to all of this… it was that she no longer had to linger in the background, hiding her presence like something shameful. For the first time, she could walk openly into the light, stand in front of Sienna, and say what she had always wanted to say.

Happy birthday.

That alone was enough.

glance at Sarah, whose expression was frozen and unreadable, or at the Ginger brothers who still looked like they were struggling to breathe. She didn’t give Sienna time to speak, didn’t wait for any hugs or

She turned and left.

Fast.

her bedroom and shut the door behind her, a deep sigh escaped

said downstairs had been real. But not

she’d gone out of her way–spent months, money, and goodwill–to secure that painting from an elusive artist, only to have it weaponized against

what angered Jean most

It was the timing.

into making this day meaningful

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and turned it into a personal circus

didn’t fault her for coming to claim

But doing it today?

Doing it like this?

birthday banquet as the moment to declare someone else’s child an imposter. Sure, in a novel it might be a stunning

It was just cruel.

Tactless. Petty. Self–serving.

intelligence was, in

victim in front of the Ginger family. Not tonight. She’d

moments like this, silence was sharper than screaming. Composure was heavier than

stoicism. It

been a lie. But with Sarah’s return, she could no longer predict where their loyalties would