A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Liam’s possessiveness was obvious, but his eyes barely flickered as he glanced at Justin’s hand resting on Stella’s shoulder, betraying no sign of emotion.

“Would it kill you to wait a minute? You could’ve just asked someone to bring it up for you. Or, worst case, go to the stockroom yourself, you know?” Stella nudged Justin sharply with her elbow. He winced in pain but stubbornly kept his hand where it was.

“All these years, and you still hit just as hard!” Justin doubled over, his face twisted in mock agony.

Stella didn’t show the slightest hint of sympathy. She raised her hand as if to swat him again, but at the last second, she just let it hover, only scaring him a little.

“Looks like it’s about time. I need to check the equipment and get ready for the set.” Liam, unfazed by their blatant closeness, bent his head to adjust the microphone stand.

Stella glanced at the clock on the wall. “Alright, I’ll let you get to it. Come on, let’s grab a drink.” Her words started polite but ended with a note of resignation.

Justin shot a quick, triumphant grin in Liam’s direction, as if he’d just scored a

point.

“Hey, what are you grinning about? Are you coming or what?” Stella had taken a few steps before she realized Justin was still standing there, lost in his own

amusement.

coming, I’m coming. Haven’t had tea with your dad in

want. Who’s stopping

plans for

of Liam’s

night’s last show wrapped up perfectly. Liam exchanged a quick word with his coworkers, slung

Stella scanned the room before

left

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she muttered, but made

then ducked inside. He emerged moments later, unwrapping a popsicle and letting the cold sweetness distract

of the time, he used indifference to force himself into being logical,

needed the job, needed to keep his head down, needed to pretend he didn’t see anything. But his

between the drunken customer and the girl being harassed. The guy wouldn’t back off, not even

light of the bar, she was impossible to miss–bright, fierce, and unafraid. Without hesitation, she swung a bottle straight at

all around them, but Stella, standing at the center of