A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Before Zachary could say a word, Alessia landed a quick kick to Pierce’s shin. It wasn’t hard, but the message was clear: back off.

Pierce looked wounded, though he hadn’t really said anything wrong. Besides, the rivalry between them and Crestview High was old news–trading jabs when they crossed paths was practically tradition. He couldn’t even go buy breakfast without getting mocked by someone from Crestview.

Annoyed but unable to protest, Pierce sulked in silence, his face full of complaint.

“This is my second brother,” Alessia announced.

Pierce’s eyes went wide as he glanced between the two of them. “Wait… so it’s

true?”

Alessia ignored him and turned to Zachary instead. “I’m heading in.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you at the gate after school. No rush–take your time,” Zachary replied.

She nodded and shot Pierce a look, then the two of them made their way toward the school. The crowd dispersed; the morning buzz faded as everyone drifted back

to their routines.

campus, Pierce couldn’t hold it

that whole family reunion

got an

even know Ileana–I figured it must be some distant branch of the Tate family from the middle of nowhere, so I

do you think?” Alessia grinned, not a hint of sadness on her face. “The real deal’s back. Time for the

“Hey, that’s not-”

wait, Alessia!” A girl came striding over,

waved in greeting. “News travels

13:50

Penny Sullivan bumped fists

clothes?” Alessia looked exasperated. “Since when were you this obsessed with

look that

get selling your stuff goes straight into your pocket. Should I pity you? Please, pity me instead, you crafty fox.” Pierce, listening in, couldn’t help but laugh. Penny shot him a

alright. I knew you’d ask, so I set aside one just like it.

look at the

I’ll send you my notes on the other designs

left without another word, slipping away as if they were just classmates who barely knew each other and had exchanged greetings out