A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Who the hell do you think you are? Letting her drink? Huh?” Max arched an eyebrow, then slammed Quentin’s head against the table with a heavy hand.

Quentin’s date shrieked, but the moment Max shot her a cold glare, she collapsed to the floor, clutching her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

“Brother? You think you deserve that title? What, am I dead to you?” Each sentence dropped softer than the last, until Max was practically whispering in Quentin’s ear–but the words sent a chill straight down Quentin’s spine.

“You want company? I don’t mind sending you on a little trip–straight to hell.”

He yanked Quentin around again and again, as if he were nothing more than a limp rag doll.

“I’m sorry, Max, I swear I didn’t know she was with you! I didn’t do anything to her, please, just let me go. I’m begging you, Max, please-”

Quentin had assumed that after being cast out by the Tate family for being the unwanted daughter, Alessia must have found herself some rich sugar daddy–never in his wildest dreams did he imagine she’d show up with Max.

Everyone knew those two were the most infamous feuding siblings in their circle. If they could help it, they wouldn’t even appear at the same public event. Who could have guessed Alessia would walk in with Max tonight? If Quentin had known, he wouldn’t have set foot in that restaurant for all the money in the world.

He kept pleading, desperate. If Max let him go, Quentin probably would’ve dropped to his knees and groveled on the spot.

“Lessie! Are you okay?” Just then, Ethan appeared with the restaurant manager in

tow.

as a sheet.

wine on Mr. Lane’s tab–he ordered it.” Alessia sat calmly in her chair the entire time, not even flinching when Max started throwing punches. She watched, icy–cool, not a trace of fear

his brow and hurried off to find help, sending Ethan along with him. Ethan only left Alessia’s side after confirming she wasn’t

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the police,” she said–clearly talking to

of Max’s hand, Quentin crumpled to the floor like a discarded sack. His date rushed over, frantically calling his name, panic etched on her

hospital results came in, statements were taken, and by the time it was all over, the sky was pitch–black. Quentin had a mild concussion. His

the tables and pressed charges against

station and found Ethan waiting by a streetlamp.

keep up this charade of playing paupers?”

asked.

think?” Alessia shot a

away.