A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Ugh, what’s that sour, musty smell?”

“Gross! Who left garbage here? This is disgusting!”

Every time York opened his mouth, Alessia felt a fresh throb in her temples. Zachary stayed silent, leading the group down the cramped hallway. When they finally reached the door, Alessia expertly flicked on her flashlight for him.

With a soft click, the door swung open.

“Mom!” Zachary called out.

“Zachary, did you pick up Lessie?” Karen stepped into view, her gaze shifting past Zachary–surprised to see not just Alessia, but two others and a dog in tow.

“And… these are?”

“Let’s just get inside first,” Alessia sighed, feeling utterly drained.

York wrinkled his nose, glancing around the tiny, shabby apartment with open disdain. “Wow, this is small. And cramped. Alessia, are you some kind of

masochist?”

“Shut it!” Alessia snapped, clamping a hand over his mouth and shooting him a

glare.

but there wasn’t much else

Brendan, the head of the household,

it’s not much,” Brendan said at last, “but what brings the two young gentlemen from the Tate family to our humble

Rex sprawled at York’s feet, tongue lolling, eyes fixed on Karen. Alessia noticed and

crossed his legs and folded his hands on his knee, exuding the air of a calculating king from some

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I want to take Alessia with

room froze. Everyone except York and Alessia seemed stunned

rolled her eyes, as

Max. Alessia

to worry.

you offer, we have no right to decide for her. As long as

stay?” Max’s lips curled into a smirk. “Alessia, I bought you an estate and you’d rather squeeze into this little flat, where you can’t even have

back, not hesitating for

head really needs a good

could

“Give me a reason.”