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The Family 43

Chapter 43 One Last Thing Before Leaving

Sienna didn’t watch any longer.

She deleted the footage that showed her entering the estate, and shut off a few of the surveillance cameras.

Once done, she left the castle without looking back.

utside, the sky had darkened into an overcast gloom.

Sienna walked along the roadside, her coat pulled tight, like a lifeless puppet missing its soul.

Slowly, the pain inside her faded into something cold and rational.

It was clear–there was only one path forward now.

She had to divorce Matheo.

But not yet

After so many years of marriage, their finances and interests were deeply entangled.

A huge portion of the Ginger family’s assets was now in Matheo’s hands.

In the beginning, the Ginger family had been hers alone to manage.

Finished

She had handled every little detail, complex and exhausting as they were–but she had never once felt tired. She’d always known it was her duty to protect and carry the family forward.

But she was still a woman. She’d gone through five pregnancies and births–five.

While she was pregnant, and later taking care of the children, she couldn’t keep up with family affairs. She had no choice but to hand over some of her authority to Matheo.

Matheo, smart as he was, picked things up fast. He managed it all well, but at the same time, the Ginger family’s internal control began to shift toward him.

That was when he started taking over key decisions.

Back then, she hadn’t thought much of it. She’d even admired him–thought he was capable, that he was helping her.

But now, looking back-+–

That bastard probably planned it from the beginning!

He got her to have all those kids so he could slowly chip away at her power!

While she was stuck being pregnant or raising kids, he used that time to build his reputation within the Ginger family–and seize control of their wealth,

Sienna clenched her jaw in regret.

I’d just had a little more caution with my own husband, I wouldn’t be in this mess…

At this point, if they divorced, it wouldn’t be clean. Dividing their assets would be a nightmare.

If she still held everything, she could’ve kicked him out without blinking 

But because of her own ign

ignorance, Matheo had taken too much.

Even if she had solid proof of his affair, all he had to do was shuffle the assets around, and she’d be left powerless…

4:23 PM d

Before Leants

Fimicated

Sienna pressed her fingers to her templ

She needed a plan. A long ga

She wouldn’t let him cure a single mone from the Gooper family. When the jacked him out, it would be total and final

til then, she had to stay calm. No sudden moven

Sienna booked her fight back home–out berlome

There was one last titing

Matheo had no idea.

He had been secretly housing Emily and their dagsord for vest

They only met in foreign countries.

Maybe it was because nothing had gone w mother and daughter to the diversess

for so long that bela pomen bolder titille Sjeng will away, held bracht the

From whi

knew about her, she would never wipers a theme

Emily was his old college

kitten!

He’d never stopped thinking about her

ledient gentle and son

Back then, to climb the ladder.

marned Sienta—a woman be’d never truly du

Sure, Sienna was beautiful. But she had that typical nich–girl semper. He always had so

In his younger years, he learned to endure. And he endured

But he knew those days of salerating her were coming to an en

Soon, he’d have the Ginger family under his thumb

I bow top beard.

In the castle’s music room. Emily and Julia were practicing piano. Mathes wandbed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, a sense of peace washing over him

This was the life he wanted

Then suddenly, his phone rang

He glanced at the screen and frowned.

An unfamiliar number..

He answered with a blank expression. A woman’s voice came through the speaker, fluent and wing in the local Lasikal language

THello, n this Mr. Matheo

Matheo had been abroad long enough to speak the language fluently. He switched his name easily. “Yes this is he

Are you currently residing at the Rose Estate on Tanner Street?” she asked

His frown deepened

Chapter 43 One Last Thing Gefore Leaving

The woman continued

won haven moved out yet?”

Moved our

Finished

Matheo’s expression darkened. A bad feeling rose in his chest.

“Your wife, Mrs. Sienna, has sold the Rose Estate to me the woman sand cheerfully. I’ve admired this estate for years. When I finally got the chance to buy it, I was thrilled. Your wife said only you lived there, and that if you just packed your things and left. I could move in. She even told me I could start moving in tomorrow.” Her voice was bubbling with excitement. “So, do you think you could move out today?

Matheo’s grip tightened around the phone.

The news hit like a thunderclap

Just like that? Without a trend to me! #this

discussion?

Not only had she sold it–she wanted him out in twenty–four hours?

He looked at the music room. Emily and Julia were still inside, completely unaware.

If it were just him, sure, he could figure something out. But this wasn’t just him. It was the three of them. A family.

Now he had to find them a new place–fast

Sure, someone on his staff could help handle it. He wouldn’t have to do the legwork. But still, being kicked out like this-

It was humiliating

What the hell am I supposed to tell Emily

Thoughts raced through his head, his face darkening with every second.

“Mr. Matheo?” the wothan’s voice returned, hesitant. “Are you still there?”

He inhaled deeply, fighting to stay calm.

“Yes,” he said, his voide low and cold.

He hung up–and immediately called Sienna

She picked up on the second ring

“Hello? What is it” Her voice rang out, clear and calm.

The Family

The Family

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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.

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