A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Damn mutt! I should’ve just poisoned it myself. And that maid–when my parents get back, I’ll make sure she’s fired!”

“So, what happened in the end?” Lucy’s voice crackled through the phone. She lounged at her desk, twirling a pen between her fingers, the picture of boredom.

“It was all that butler Dawson’s fault. He butted in and saved them both–the dog and the girl.”

“A butler has that much power?” Lucy sounded genuinely surprised.

“My dad says he’s in charge of everything in the house. He won’t even let me call my parents! Just wait till they’re back–I’ll have every useless servant in this place sacked. Every last one!”

“Yeah, no point keeping staff who don’t listen to their employer,” Lucy replied, but

her tone was thick with sarcasm.

A real heiress, she thought, yet she doesn’t even have her parents‘ private numbers, can’t decide the fate of a maid or a dog, and still dares to talk big?

“And that brat–he’s got nothing on his mind but Alessia, Alessia. Ungrateful little snake. Stupid and mean–ah!”

thunderous crash. Ileana, who’d been sprawled lazily on her bed venting to Lucy about her

kept her pinned down. All she could do was watch in terror as the two figures

end, Lucy nearly dropped her phone at the sudden scream. She scowled, pulled the phone away, switched

Stella! What do you think you’re doing?” Ileana’s voice trembled as she tried to muster authority. “This is the

darting as the two

the house remained eerily still, as if the

do you remember what I told you a while back?”

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by the chin, forcing

grip only tightened. The harder she struggled, the more painful it got, until

to keep your place as the Tate family’s ‘princess, you’d better behave. If someone loses a single hair, I’ll take ten from you. Isn’t

flickered in Ileana’s eyes. “I–I didn’t do

breathe again, but then Alessia’s hand slid down her arm,