Switch Mode

The Family 2

The Family 2

Chapter 2 The Tragedy Behind the Perfect Brother
Dominc’s face didn’t give anything away. He just looked at her, with eyes that seemed to shift and darken like deep water.
Then Dominic said absolutely nothing.
Cool as ever, he glanced away like the moment never happened and turned toward the stairs.
Jean stared at his retreating back, her thoughts going wild.
Seriously? That’s it? He’s just gonna walk off? I thought for sure he was gearing up to say something else…
Dominic stopped mid-step.
And then—
Jean blinked as he doubled back out of nowhere. Same calm, quiet voice. Same distant tone.
“Do you… want to eat dinner with me?”
……
In the big, stylish dining room, Jean found herself sitting face-to-face with Dominic.
He ate like he was in a commercial. Totally silent, perfectly poised, his lips barely moved, and not a single sound came from his utensils.
Jean glanced down at her plate.
Broccoli. Corn. Salad. And a rare steak that was still bleeding.
This must be what rich people think healthy looks like…
She screamed inside.
This dinner is straight-up punishment!
Dominic’s fingers holding the utensils slowed for just a beat.
Jean kept slicing into her steak while her mind wandered off.
Buffalo wings. Chili dogs. Loaded nachos. That’s real food. Who wants to gnaw on a half-raw steak when you could be tearing into something crispy and greasy… melt some cheese, add a little jalapeño and hot sauce… mm, now that’s flavor…
Across the table, Dominic suddenly set down his fork and knife. His face stayed unreadable.
“You’re not into this kind of meal?”
Dominic’s question yanked Jean right out of her food daydreams.
She blinked, startled, then quickly shook her head.
She was new here. She wanted to seem sweet, polite, easy to like.
So she stretched her lips into a cheerful, well-behaved smile.
“Nope… I’m not picky at all, Dominic.”
Then she stabbed a chunk of that bloody steak and shoved it in her mouth, chewing and nodding like she meant it.
“Really… it’s not bad…”
Meanwhile, her brain was screaming something totally different.
Not bad, my butt. I’m acting. This is all a lie…
Dominic stayed quiet for a second, then said seriously,
“If you don’t want to eat it, don’t.”
He was trying to be considerate, but his stiff, no-nonsense delivery made it sound like a direct order.
Jean’s eyes widened.
Inside, she was panicking.
Ah! He just snapped at me!
Dominic’s mouth tightened at the corners.
Jean wasn’t about to pretend everything was fine. Her eyes went wide, and she looked Dominic dead in the face.
“Dominic, you were super mean just now…”
“I wasn’t.”
Mr. Always-Icy actually did something rare—he softened his tone a little, kept his voice calm, and said it like he meant it.
Jean wasn’t buying it.
“You totally were. You looked right at me and went—”
She puffed out her cheeks and pulled a mock-serious face, copying his cold delivery.
“If you don’t want to eat it, don’t.”
Dominic looked down.
Weirdly, her little outburst didn’t annoy him.
The truth was, he and Jean barely talked.
She hardly ever said a word to him.
They weren’t what anyone would call close. If anything, they were strangers with matching last names.
But maybe… maybe because of that strange moment when he heard her thoughts—something shifted. Jean didn’t feel like a blurry figure in the background anymore.
She felt real.
“Mr. Dominic, about tomorrow afternoon—”
Bryson stepped into the dining room but trailed off the second he saw Dominic and Jean having dinner together. A quick flicker of surprise crossed his face.
This was clearly not something that happened often. Maybe ever.
Dominic turned to him and gave a slight nod, signaling him to keep going.
Jean leaned her cheek against her palm, casually studying Bryson Jones.
So that’s Bryson, Dominic’s assistant? Why does he look kinda… slow on the uptake?
Naturally, Bryson had no idea what she was thinking. He gave the Ginger family’s young lady a courteous smile, then shifted his focus back to his boss.
“Mr. Dominic, Mr. Thomas just called. He asked if you’re free tomorrow afternoon. His sister, Ms. Selena is back in town. Mr. Thomas mentioned a few times that he wants to introduce you two. He was wondering if tomorrow would work.”
Jean’s brows pinched together.
Hold up. Selena? As in the Selena Lawson? The one who’s supposedly the most beautiful woman in Blairford? That’s not just any pretty face. That’s the one destined to ruin Dominic’s entire life!
Dominic’s eyes flickered, and just like that, his attention shifted completely from Bryson to Jean.
Jean was still leaned over, chin in hand, lost in thought.
Who would’ve thought Dominic—cool, smart, untouchable Dominic—would turn into a lovesick puppy the second he met Selena. The man became obsessed. Forgot all about work. All he did was chase her around like some sad little simp…
Dominic’s hands tensed. He was focused, listening like his life depended on it. Not a single word slipped past him.
And that Ms. Selena? She was no angel. She never even liked him. Just used him and the Ginger family name to make her way to the top. Then ditched him for someone else. Dominic gave her everything and got nothing back. He went full villain mode and got taken out in the end.
If this had been before, Dominic would have rolled his eyes at such nonsense.
But now? He could hear her inner voice. And if that was possible, maybe knowing the future wasn’t completely off the table.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe his sister had been sent to warn him.
Dominic’s expression darkened. His brows drew tight.
The Lawsons had some status in Blairford, sure, but when placed next to the powerhouse that was the Ginger family, they were small-time.
Thomas Lawson, the eldest son, had been stepping into a leadership role over the past few years. He was warm, easy to get along with, and had gone out of his way more than once to build a connection with Dominic. Their families did business together too.
Eventually, Dominic and Thomas could be called friends—at least on the surface.
Thomas had brought up his sister Selena again and again, always talking her up like she was the sweetest, most beautiful girl alive. He’d made it clear he wanted them to meet.
Dominic hadn’t been against it.
He’d met all kinds of women before. Meeting one more? No big deal. It was just another social favor he’d have gone through without a second thought.
If he hadn’t heard Jean’s thoughts, he would’ve shown up without question.
But now…
“Tell Thomas I’m busy tomorrow,” Dominic said, face unreadable as he gave the order.
Bryson nodded. “Got it.”
Jean blinked slowly.
Thomas? Oh right… he’s the sneaky type, isn’t he…
Dominic’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He stayed calm on the surface, but he was tuned in, hanging on every mental word.
Thomas is the definition of fake. Total brownnoser. He latched onto Dominic from the start just because of the Ginger name. He never actually respected him. It was all calculated…
Jean wrinkled her nose.
He even tried to steal people from Dominic’s team behind his back, just to pad his own power. And once Dominic hit rock bottom and went rogue, guess who was first to sell him out. Yup. Thomas. And then he had the nerve to accuse Dominic of trying to take advantage of his sister. Seriously?
So this is what scheming looks like in the big leagues. This is elite-level drama. High-stakes business betrayal. I’m witnessing it live. Wild.
She glanced up and instantly locked eyes with Dominic.
His gaze was intense. Cold. Focused. So much so that her heart skipped a beat without warning.

The Family

The Family

Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: 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.

Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Options

not work with dark mode
Reset