When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 She Comes Clean

The dark night stretched above like a heavy curtain.

Jean kept her head low, trying to avoid the harsh glare from the flashlights shining in her face.

She didn’t say a word, but inside, she was on edge.

The men in black were dragging her out of the woods, no hesitation, no mercy–and the one who said he’d come for her still hadn’t shown up.

Suddenly-

A strange sound rustled through the trees. Something was moving fast across the forest floor, brushing against leaves and twigs with sharp, slicing whispers.

It was getting closer.

And then–like a lightning bolt out of nowhere–a streak of black shot into view, so fast it blurred into a phantom.

No one could see what it really was Just a blur. Just a shadow,

Jean’s heart stopped. Her whole body went rigid.

She watched, wide–eyed, as a scream tore through the air–sharp, abrupt, terrifying.

One of the guards–a tall, broad–shouldered man–was taken down in a blink.

The rest of them froze.

These were seasoned men, the kind used to blood and violence. But even they were shaken by what they’d just seen.

The danger was sudden. Overwhelming. Like a predator had just stepped into the field and made it very clear who the real apex was

And it wasn’t them.

The shadow didn’t stop.

It moved like death incarnate–silent, brutal, fast.

Fists cracked bones. Kicks sent men flying. In the dark, his limbs were like knives. Quick. Cruel. Precise.

They never stood a chance.

One by one, they hit the dirt, groaning, helpless.

Jean was the only one left standing.

She blinked

Then, the blur was in front of her.

Up close, she could see a flash of hair swaying in the night wind.

The boy crouched down, and his voice–cool and crisp like mint–drifted into her ears.

“Gel on”

Jean froze.

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He carried her effortlessly, like she weighed nothing at all.

He moved through the trees like a wolf, wild and fast. The forest blurred behind them.

Jean buried her face into the side of his neck, arms tight around his shoulders.

She didn’t know how he did it.

Didn’t know how they made it out

But the next thing she saw was light.

Street lamps. Traffic. Neon signs glowing in the dark.

They were out.

They were free.

Finished

She blinked once more, and Ludwig was setting her down on a sleek black motorcycle that looked like it belonged in an

action movie.

Jean’s mouth parted slightly in awe.

Before she could say anything, Ludwig reached up and gently fit a helmet over her head.

Like she was made of glass. Like a doll.

She just let him. Quiet and pliant.

“Ludwig…” she murmured, her voice soft through the helmet. Her eyes found his–dark, narrow, calm.

“You

So much she wanted to say. But she didn’t know where to start

“There’s something, she began slowly, “that I haven’t told you.”

Ludwig stood tall in front of her. She was sitting now, and their eyes were level.

“What is it?” he asked!

His eyes were impossibly dark. Almost too black to be real. They made his skin look even paler under the streetlight

“L. I don’t know what happened,” she said. “But I woke up one day, and it was like a big part of my memory was just gone.”

She said it slowly. Watching him.

She wasn’t going to keep lying.

When she first landed in this world, she thought knowing the plot of the book was enough to keep her alive.

But she’d been wrong

She barely knew anything. Abyssal Choir. Ludwig. The host’s missing past.

It was all a blur.

There were too many blanks. Too many things the host hadn’t left behind.

If she was going to make it here, if she wanted a real shot–she had to know the truth.

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So–might as well beat him to it

She’d lay her cards on the table.

“I lost my memory? Ludwig echoed, brows tugging slightly together.

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Jean nodded.

Finished

“I didn’t tell you before because I was nervous,” she said softly. “But now, I think I can trust you. So I wanted to be honest.”

All made up on the spot.

She said it that way to make it sound believable. To get his sympathy.

To make him think her memory loss was real–and that she was still the same Jean, just missing a few files in her head.

Because if Ludwig suspected otherwise–if he even thought she wasn’t the real Jean-

She was dead meat

This guy could probably kill her in five different ways with his pinky finger.

Jean’s heart was pounding

Ludwig said nothing.

He just stared at her–unmoving, unreadable, eyes locked onto hers.

The silence made her squirm.

She knew he was weighing her, judging her. Trying to decide if she was lying.

Then-

His hand moved

Jean flinched.