A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 180

Ileana was so terrified she could barely form a coherent sentence, but even then, her first instinct was to threaten Alessia.

“You can try me if you want,” Alessia replied, her gaze cold and indifferent.

“Go ahead–run to the Tates tonight and tell them all about this, embellish it however you like. If you want to go after the Morton family, be my guest–let’s see if you’re actually capable of it. Just remember, all of that depends on whether you can handle the consequences of pissing me off.”

Her voice didn’t waver. It wasn’t harsh or low, just matter–of–fact, as if she were reciting an unchangeable truth.

“Tonight was just a warning. If I catch you pulling this kind of stunt again, it won’t end with just a little scare. Do you understand?“.

As soon as the words left her lips, there was a sharp crack. Before Ileana could process what was happening, Alessia had already set her arm back in place.

The lingering pain numbed Ileana’s nerves, but that precise control–being able to toy with her agony–instilled a bone–deep fear.

Alessia leaned in, her presence so overwhelming that Ileana instinctively tried to shrink away, only to realize there was nowhere left to go.

quit trying to make trouble for me. Because if you keep this up, I promise you–if I

devil’s whisper, sending tremors through her entire body. She tried to speak, but no words came out. Her arm remained frozen, as

there wasn’t a single mark on her. If she tried to accuse

how reckless she seemed, she

lesson was delivered and her warning made clear, Alessia left Ileana’s room with Stella. Butler Dawson was waiting quietly at the

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sure what happened,” Dawson murmured, his tone neutral–the mark of a man who knew

eye on her,” Alessia instructed, nodding toward Ileana’s door. At that moment, Ileana’s furious screams echoed behind them as she ordered

fetch her a doctor.

“Yes, ma’am!”

excited voice called out from behind them, accompanied by

“Alessia! You’re back!”

shot Alessia a look, one brow raised as if to say, “Well, we’re busted–the Tate