A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Her companion let out a derisive laugh. Of course, that’s how rich kids think their first Instinct isn’t to find their real parents, but to worry about losing their

comfortable life if the truth ever comes out.

“You were pretty lucky, honestly. The moment you were born, the Morton family struck gold with some good business deals. Meanwhile, the Tate family barely scraped by for four or five years before they managed to turn things around.”

Instead of feeling grateful, Ileana grew more anxious with every word.

What if… what if someone discovered the truth about her? Would she still have a life free from worry? Would she still be able to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted?

“So where are they now?” she demanded, urgency flickering in her eyes.

The detective paused. “Now? They’re doing all right, I suppose… Definitely not at the Mortons‘ level, but-”

“Find me the Tate family’s address.” Ileana cut him off, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

conversation and unlocked his phone, pulling up

his mercenary attitude,

into his coat to

a little bonus. This is the girl who was

The girl in the picture was beautiful, even in a stiff ID–style shot. She looked

good–looking–she wasn’t bad herself–but compared to her

the Mortons of giving all the good genes to her brothers. A nool, people never let

1/2

that

Ileana unfolded the slip of paper. An addres had

another second, she tugged her cap down to hide her face and slipped out the door,

his head out of the break room, spotting

went to check out the Tate

swap back? That’d be smart. I heard some insider