A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Rex, come here.” The child’s voice rang out clear, carrying across the room. The German Shepherd, who’d been sprawled lazily nearby, perked up at the command and bounded over at once.

“Good boy.” York ruffled Rex’s fur, grinning as the dog wagged his tail furiously by his side, showing not a hint of remorse for causing a scene.

The two–boy and dog–were soon lost in their own world, playing together, completely ignoring the curious stares from the other guests.

“Butler Dawson, take the dog away.” No one had noticed Max appear behind York, his tone cool and authoritative. York looked annoyed but reluctantly handed the

leash to Butler Dawson.

With the dog led away, an awkward silence settled over the party. In the corner, Stella was grinning so wide her eyes disappeared. She quickly sent the video she’d just recorded to someone, then, with a deliberate “slip,” forwarded it to the class group chat–only to delete it moments later.

The group chat went dead silent, but Stella knew she’d already achieved what she

wanted.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a troublemaker,” Penny teased, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Takes one to know one,” Stella shot back without missing a beat.

let it drop. Truth was, she wasn’t thrilled about Ileana’s

Ileana returned, Yvonne had dragged her straight to the Sullivans for a formal introduction. She fawned over her cousins, played the perfect angel in front of the adults, and always seemed to highlight her own misfortune

was used to swallowing her feelings, but not everyone else was so patient. In the end, Ileana always managed to come out on top. So if someone wanted to

as she saw Stella

call it a night. See you tomorrow.” Stella

wave and sauntered–out.

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envy. She and Alessia had teamed up for one simple reason: they were both pawns, trapped in the games of the Sullivans and the Tates. No matter how hard they tried, they’d never get a share of the real power. If they wanted to break free from this gilded cage, they had

stage. At some point,

away.

just picked up the microphone when Max strode up and took it from him. Max didn’t speak right away; instead, he offered the crowd

the disturbance. To make it up to you, I’ve prepared a few small

guests responded in kind, and the tension that had gripped the

the two stepped off the stage and mingled, the conversation quickly shifted to Max’s early achievements and stories about his time abroad. The mood lightened, and, by the end

the party was over, Scott’s expression changed in an instant. He