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

leg kept her pinned down. All she could do was watch

Lucy nearly dropped her phone at the sudden scream. She scowled, pulled the phone away, switched to speaker, and let it blare while she listened

you’re doing?” Ileana’s voice trembled as she tried to muster authority. “This is the Tate estate, not some playground

swallowed hard, eyes darting as the two

Why isn’t anyone coming?” Ileana shouted, but the house remained

what I told you a

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she grabbed Ileana by the chin,

free, but Alessia’s grip only tightened. The harder she struggled, the more painful it got, until her eyes brimmed with tears and she dared

Tate family’s ‘princess, you’d better behave. If

eyes. “I–I didn’t do anything to

chin just as Ileana was starting to breathe again, but then