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The Family 33

Chapter 33 Truth Gone Viral

Jean glanced at her phone. Dominic’s name was lighting up the screen.

She figured he must have seen the trending topics already.

She picked up the call-

And sure enough.

Dominic was calling to make sure she was okay.

Jean was a little surprised. This convenient older brother actually cared. She replied sweetly, assuring him she was perfectly

fine.

Still, a curious thought crossed her mind-

Was Dominic also worried about Easton?

After all, Easton had been at the Central Theater 100. He was family

family, wasn’t he?

But from what Jean had observed in the past few days, the members of the Ginger family weren’t exactly close.

The Gingers looked powerful on the surface, but beneath it all, they were fragmented–scattered like sand.

Each person was competent in their own way, but there was no unity. They acted like strangers, emotionally distant, and some even seemed downright hostile.

When prestigious families fall, it’s rarely because of outside attacks. Most of the time, it’s because of internal collapse.

So it wouldn’t be a surprise if the Ginger family eventually crumbled.

Jean didn’t bring up Easton. After hanging up, she headed back to her room.

And then-

Twitter’s trending list updated.

There was an update on Mr. Lamda’s disappearance,

She tapped into the top tweet. It was from a girl named Golden Mic.

She was student at Blairford Film Academy–the same school where Mr. Lamda had taught. He’d been her advisor.

At first, Jean thought it would be a prayer or a show of concern for her missing teacher.

But when she opened the thread-

It was the exact opposite.

Golden Mic laid out everything. Line by line, post by post–angry, painful, and raw.

Mr. Lamda had withheld her project wages. She hadn’t been paid a cent.

He treated her like servant, constantly assigning her tedious errands.

And worst of all–he had harassed her.

The revelations hit like a bomb. Everyone online was stunned.

“Wait, so the victim’s actually the bad guy?”

“I feel sick. I want to throw up

“He can’t just vanish. He should face the consequences

“This is bevond disturbing

“I hope that poor girl’s okay. This is horrifying

Jean scrolled quickly. Things were spanning way beyond what she had expected.

Golden Mic didn’t stop

She kept posting

Finished

students at the

had suffered too. One after another the same story Young. Beautiful Talented.

And all cornered by the same powerful man. A man who used the threat of ruining their graduation prospects to keep them

Golden Mic had exposed it all.

The tweet went nuclear. The public reaction was instant and explosive

“How did this monster stay free for so long

These gris deserve juice. Please let it come soon

“This is heartbreaking They didn’t ask for this”

“Boost this. Don’t let the world ignore it.”

pan’s expression crew tense

If she was just taking advantage of the attention following his disappearance, that made sense.

But Mr. Lamda was still missing. He could return at any moment.

Wasn’t she afraid he’d come after bert

Unless-

wouldn’t be coming back.

Fight the Golden Mic posted another update

She wrote that she had once thought of ending her own life.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not before he paid.

unge twist of fate—

certain organization.

She thought long and hard and in the end, decided to make a deal with them

Chapter 33 Truth Gone Viral

If not money, then something else they want

Golden Mic wasn’t wealthy. She couldn’t pay

So she gave the only thing she could–Herself

The organization took the job.

Finished

Her only request was this make Mr. Lamda suffer. Make him feel helpless. Make him face what he’d done and apologize to his victims publicly

Which meant-

Everything that happened at Central Theater today had been orchestrated by Golden Mic and the organization behind her.

This tweet flipped the internet on its head

“What kind of group is this I need to know.”

“Wait, you’re the one behind all this?!”

“That’s insane.”

“I get it. Lamda’s a monster, but those kinds of groups? You don’t mess with that.”

“So the blackout… the disappearance… all of it? That was them?

“Selling yourself to a secret organization: That’s terrifying

“Feels like justice, but I’ve got chills”

“Look, when you’re that desperate, you do what you have to. Easy for people to judge when they’ve never been there.”

“Honestly, if I’d been in her shoes, I might’ve done worse.”

Twist after twist, bombshell after bombshell–Golden Mic and Mr. Lamda stayed locked in the top two spots on Twitter’s trending list.

Eventually, more victims came forward.

Girls with similar experiences.

They posted in support of Golden Mic. calling her their hero.

She had done what they couldn’t.

To fight Mr. Lamda, to climb out of that hopeless pit–she’d made a deal with the devil

Some people didn’t understand her choices. But those who had been through it? They got it.

They knew exactly how dark those days had been

The public watched in shock, torn between sorrow and admiration

“This is a battle for justice. It’s heartbreaking–but powerful.”

“She was trapped. There was no other way.

“Is there anything we can do to help: My heart hurts for them.”

Mr. Lamda doesn’t need to come back. Let him suffer in silence.”

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Call it what you want, but she fought back. She’s brave. I support her.”

Jean sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on the screen in silence.

Golden Mic never revealed the name of the

organization.

But Jean was sure of it-

It was the Abyssal Choir.

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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