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Chapter 18 Her New Desk Mate

The room, just a moment ago full of whispers, went totally silent.

Everyone automatically leaned in, eyes wide, locked on the quiet yet striking new student.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, the homeroom teacher prompted softly.

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The boy lifted his gaze just a little. His dark eyes caught the light from above–deep black, speckled like starlight in ink.

“My name’s Asher. Nice to meet you.”

Short and simple. His voice was soft but sharp, like a chill breeze brushing past in the early morning–cool, clear, and a little detached.

Jean froze for a beat when she heard it. Her eyes flickered.

Asher Lawson?

Wait. Isn’t he the main male lead in the novel!

Right now, standing in front of her, was none other than the younger version of the story’s central heartthrob.

Jean thought hard, flipping through the storyline in her head.

Asher was originally the illegitimate son of the wealthy Lawson family. His mom had gotten pregnant by accident and raised. him all on her own, never knowing who his father was or where to even start looking.

Still, this was Asher–the male lead. His life started rough, but he was never meant to be ordinary.

He’d gone to a regular, no–name school until he crushed a national academic competition, took gold, and got personally scouted by the principal of Stellarford Academy.

That was how he ended up transferring into the elite school.

Stellarford might’ve been packed with trust fund kids, but it was still the most elite private academy out there. And like any top–tier institution, they had numbers to hit.

So whenever a true genius showed up, Stellarford made room–and handed out scholarships like gold–plated invitations.

For someone like Asher, who didn’t come from money, that scholarship offer was inpossible to walk away from.

Which meant right now, this was exactly the part of the story when he made the jump into Stellarford.

Once Asher enrolled at Stellarford Academy, he was going to level up fast–and along the way, he’d start piecing together the truth about where he came from.

The current Hossman of the Lawson family was Thomas–the same Thomas who, just a few days ago, tried to set his sister up with Dominic. He was all flash, no substance. A classic bootlicker. Later in the plot, once Asher reclaimed his place in the Lawson family, he absolutely wrecked Thomas and took over.

And it didn’s stop there.

Eventually, the Ginger family would fall. And the Lawsons–who were currently several steps below them–would rive under Asher’s rule and take their place as the new power family of Blairford.

Jean gave a small shrug. My poor Ginger family. You don’t stand a chance. You were doomed from the very start

Naher had one more come on that made things even messier

He was originally engaged to the original jean

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Chapter 18 Her New Desk Mate

An invisible heiress and a scandal–born heir. Lovely match.

And that’s how this weird, completely out–of–nowhere engagement came to be.

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Naturally, the reborn heroine–Sarah, the real heiress–already knew how the story would go. She knew Asher was going to rise to the top and become the one standing above everyone else….

So after coming back, Sarah made sure to steal the engagement for herself and marry Asher in the original Jean’s place.

Jean gave a little nod, completely at peace with it.

So yeah. That engagement? Had absolutely nothing to do with her anymore.

The male lead belonged to the female lead.

And she, jean, was headed for her five–star psych ward.

She was just a passerby. Someone who wandered through the world of the true main characters.

She was still mid–thought when the scrape of a desk broke through the air beside her.

Jean looked up on reflex, only to see Asher moving his desk right next to hers, sliding it into place-

Hold up. Something’s off

“You’ll be sitting next to Jean from now on.”

The teacher’s cheerful voice floated across the room and hit Jean like a brick.

Her eyes flew open. She glanced at the teacher, then at Asher, totally thrown off

“Wait–what? Why me?”

The teacher answered without hesitation.

“You’re the only one without a seat partner”

“Miss! I’d be totally fine switching with her!” someone called out, eyes shining with anticipation.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind either!” another added, practically bouncing in place,

Too late.

Asher was already sitting beside her.

He stacked his books neatly, everything placed just right. Then he pulled one out and opened it calmly, not rushing a single

His eyes stayed locked on the page. Not once did he glance in Jean’s direction,

Jran didn’t feel like talking to him. At all.

Sure, she was usually a whirlwind of conversation–loud, fast–talking, and always able to keep a chat going. But that didn’t

she wanted to talk to just anyone.

Asher? He was the kind of person she had no desire to deal with.

In the back of her mind, jean already viewed Sarah as a threat. A ticking time bomb she’d eventually have to survive. And

hard to be friendly with people who, down the line, would help wreck your entire life and ship hospital

1- you off to a psych

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After school.

Asher packed his bag without a word and left the room right on time.

Jean moved slowly, flipping through her books, when she caught Lacey’s voice cutting through the air from the back of the

classroom.

“Wait, what? The gym’s under repair?”

“Yeah. So we can’t rehearse there today… Lacey, what about the arts building? It’s pretty open too.

The second she heard that, Lacey’s eyes flew wide like she’d just been hit with a jump scare. Her pupils visibly trembled.

“The arts building…No way. I’m not going!

She shut it down immediately. Her face had gone pale, and across from her, the other girl frowned.

“Lacey, why are you so freaked out about the arts building?”

Jean caught every word.

And it triggered a memory.

Sofia had mentioned something weird. She’d told Jean that Lacey and Deon ran into something seriously unsettling over in the arts building not long ago.

Deon hadn’t been back to school since. Considering the way Dorninic had crushed the Mills family recently, it wasn’t too surprising he’d vanished from class.

The way Lacey absolutely refused to step foot in the arts building-

Jean couldn’t help it–her curiosity kicked in

What exactly did they run into in there? What’s hiding in that place…?

The school hadn’t sealed the building off or labeled it dangerous, As far as Stellarford Academy was concerned, whatever happened to Lacey and Deon had been chalked up as a fluke.

But Lacey was clearly still traumatized. Whatever it was, it had gotten under her skin.

And for reasons she couldn’t explain, Jean was suddenly interested.

What’s really going on in that building?

“But we don’t have any other place to rehearse,” one of the students prepping for the Clory of Hope Cup said, trying to reason.

with her.

“We could use my house, Lacey blurted, dead serious..

“That’s just not practical. Too much of a hassle,” someone replied without missing a beat.

“But the arty building ”

– just

Lacey’s mouth opened and closed. Her face had gone pale. She looked like she couldn’t even find the words–likej

unking about it sent her spiraling

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The Family

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Status: Ongoing Type: Billionaire Native Language: English

The Family

Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.