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The Family 83

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All the celebrity guests had taken the stage–except Easton. He was meant to be the final surprise; the grand finale.

Just when the audience thought the reveal segment was over, Taylor gave a mysterious smile to the camera. He waved his hand and said, “Not done yet. One more friend still hasn’t shown up!

The comments exploded with question marks.

“There’s more?

“Who could be so big that they’re saving them for last?”

“If it’s not megastar, this mystery act is just clickbait.”

“Unless it’s Easton, I won’t be impressed.”

“No way it’s Easton–he barely does variety shows.”

“Let’s be realistic. Maybe it’s that rumored film queen?”

“Don’t tease us like this. I’m dying to know. Who is it?”

“Who the heck needs this much build–up? Don’t tell me it’s some producer’s pet project.”

Easton saw Taylor waving him over. He gave a faint smirk and walked over slowly, unhurried.

He still had on his casual denim jacket, a pair of stylish black sunglasses perched on his nose. Just like that, Easton swaggered into frame.

He pulled down his sunglasses slightly to reveal his bright, dark eyes, his brows arching just a little. Then, with a cool flair, he gave the camera a small wave.

The comments section went nuclear–question marks and exclamation points flooded the feed.

“Am I seeing things? Did I skip lunch and start hallucinating? Is that him?”

“What the heck!”

“Oh my god, it’s really Easton!

“That’s Easton!”

“The production team really outdid themselves–how’d they land Easton?”

“The secrecy was insane. I follow his schedule religiously and didn’t catch a hint!

“I’m gonna faint. I must be dreaming–this is too good to be true!”

“Totally worth the wait! They got Easton!”

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“Easton is too good–looking. I don’t even care about the show–I’ll just watch him every day and drool.”

“Waving at the camera like that should be illegal, Easton! Actually, never mind–do it more. I’m obsessed.”

“So the final reveal was Easton… fair enough. He’s worthy of the finale.”

“It’s just Easton in my heart now. No one else exists.”

With the final reveal, all the celebrity guests had taken the stage. At that moment, nearly every comment in the livestream was just one name, Easton.

Meanwhile, Behind the Spotlight exploded onto Twitter’s trending list.

“Easton” and “Behind the Spotlight” shot straight to the top two spots. Other guest names also cracked the top ten–one single variety show had taken over the whole platform.

“The show’s live? Easton’s in it? I’m locked in.”

“Easton, here I come! Someone drop a stream link!”

“The production team really splurged. This cast is crazy expensive.”

“Wow, I’m going to watch now!”

“Easton rarely does variety shows–I have to support this one!”

“I’m super happy with this lineup. Props to the team–they know what they’re doing.”

The stream continued.

Next up was the introduction of the regular contestants.

Jean stood under the tree a short distance away with the other civilian guests. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting straight down on all of them.

It was a little too bright.

Jean squinted instinctively.

Julia stood off to her right, separated by a few people.

There were as many regular contestants as there were celebrities to match with.

They were all around the same age–young, and visibly nervous.

Besides Jean and Julia, there were several boys and girls the show had found from who–knows- where. They stood in a neat line, waiting for instructions from the crew.

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make a good first impression.”

Jean was scheduled to go last.

Finished

She watched as the others walked toward the camera, shifting her ankle a little out of boredom.

She wasn’t all that interested in the show itself. She was only here because of the contract–she was getting paid to show up.

She already had a plan, once the show officially started, she would fully embrace the lazy strategy.

No fighting, no competing, no spotlight. She’d stay chill and enjoy herself; let Easton handle all the hard work.

Honestlythat sounds perfect. Just wait, Easton–you’re about to be my personal assistant, heh. Jean nearly laughed at the thought.

Finally, a staff member tapped Jean on the shoulder, signaling it was her turn.

She walked forward casually, the camera creeping closer and closer.

At last, she stepped into full view and offered a relaxed, confident smile.

“This regular contestant looks so lively–I like her!”

“Wait… why does she look familiar?”

“I think so too. Where have I seen her before?”

“Wasn’t she the breakout star in Glory of Hope Cup? The one who played Alana?”

“Yes! That’s her! I didn’t recognize her in this outfit!”

“It’s really her! I loved her as Alana!”

 

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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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