A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 33

“Who the hell are you? You trying to steal my man too?” Yvonne slurred, half her words drowned in drink.

“I own this place, ma’am. Now, you’ve got two choices: walk out on your own, or I’ll have you thrown out. Pick one.”

“Owner? That’s how you talk to paying customers? Little girls like you shouldn’t play at business–probably cozying up to some married man for favors! I’ve seen your type before. Let me tell you, you’ll get what’s coming to you. You shameless little tramp!”

Stella wasn’t sure which of her words had hit a nerve, but Yvonne’s shrill scream pierced the air, so grating that Stella’s brow furrowed in irritation.

“Look, your husband cheats and you come here to yell at strangers? Don’t you think you should be talking to him instead?” Stella’s voice was calm, almost bored.

“What did you say!” Yvonne’s shriek cracked, her face turning an ugly shade of green with humiliation as laughter rippled through the crowd. She glared at Stella

and raised her hand to strike.

Stella barely registered her as a threat; she was just about to deal with Yvonne herself when someone stepped in front of her, blocking her view. Before she could react, she found herself pulled protectively into Liam’s arms.

“You slut! So you’ve been messing around with this pretty boy all along!” Yvonne’s face twisted, her eyes darting between Stella and Liam as if she could see

the rest of

embrace. Liam said nothing; his face unreadable, he simply stood

silent shield.

the private room

two–toss her out,” Stella sighed, her patience worn paper–thin. If Yvonne said one more word, Stella would

me or I’ll call the

She waved

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misreading the gesture, thought Stella was scared and

and down. “Hey, handsome, what’s so great about this little girl? What does she know about pleasing a man? Come with me–I’ll show you a good time, feed you well, and you can spend my money however you want. Stick

stepped forward, Liam recoiled in disgust, putting even more

around and smashed her half–empty wine bottle against the table. The sharp crack startled the room, and Stella shot a quick look to the waiter, who immediately started ushering people out. The air buzzed

sympathy Stella had left evaporated. Her face darkened as she cracked her neck and

didn’t expect Stella to be even crazier than she was. That single step made Yvonne stumble back, her confidence faltering. Maybe