A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone crowded around, and teasing voices. filled the room once again.

“Honestly, we used to complain that the school’s rewards were useless and called them stingy, but it looks like they might be worth something after all.”

“Hey, Class President, don’t we have an ‘Outstanding Student‘ award and a ‘Financial Aid Scholarship‘ up for grabs? No one’s ever claimed them before, but now that we finally have someone in need in our class, shouldn’t we put them to good use?”

“I can’t believe I’m actually witnessing the day Alessia qualifies for financial aid. I finally have something to brag about in front of her!”

“Alessia, please, be my tutor! I’ll pay you double the market rate–no, five times as much!”

Everyone’s voices and gestures were so over–the–top that Alessia couldn’t help but laugh, though she looked helpless as she tried to rein them in. “Alright, that’s enough out of you. Don’t you already ask me enough questions? Cut it out now, any more and it’ll just be rude.”

The class was buzzing with noise, so much so that no one noticed when the homeroom teacher walked in.

“First day back and you’re already making a racket. What kind of example is this?”

scrambled back to their seats. This might be Aristocrat Academy, but that didn’t mean these students were any different from those at regular schools. Those who feared teachers

At an ordinary school, students might get away with a bit of attitude, but this school was founded by some of the most powerful figures in the country. Every student had received countless warnings from their parents before setting

trace. Once might be a coincidence, but when it happened again and again, it became clear: expulsion was the least of your worries. If you dragged your

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disaster.

Aristocrat Academy was full of spoiled rich kids, coasting through

how cutthroat things really were. For most people, grades were their only way forward. Here, students had to master finance, politics, foreign languages,

subjects–horseback riding, aesthetics, economics, and a dozen other disciplines all counted. A city–wide ranking didn’t mean half as much as your standing in the school itself. The graduates didn’t always go to the best universities in the country, but they all became leaders in their

your ranking mattered more than your bloodline. In this class, two–thirds of the students were future heirs to their families–every alliance and rivalry was carefully weighed. The more

been together a long time–let’s

“No problem!”

thing: we have a new student joining us this semester.