A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Alessia asked, seeing how flustered Karen looked. She half–expected something serious had happened.

“Here, gifts. I was going to give them to you tonight, but in case you two get back late, I thought I’d hand them over now.” Karen pressed a small box into each of their hands.

“Thanks, Mom.” Alessia accepted hers without fuss, smiling warmly.

Cole, on the other hand, stood there awkwardly, gift in hand, unsure what to do.

“What’s got you frozen?” Karen teased, glancing at Alessia. Alessia just nudged Cole’s sleeve, encouraging him.

“I just didn’t expect you’d have one for me too. Thank you, Mrs. Morton.” Cole’s words were polite, but a touch uneasy.

For a moment, he was transported back to childhood–after every holiday meal, his parents would hand out gifts and pocket money.

Back then, he and his siblings didn’t care much about money. What mattered was that these were gifts from their parents.

“What are you saying? Aren’t you one of the kids?” Karen patted his arm, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Exactly. When have you ever seen a kid without a present, or a bit of pocket money?” Brendan wandered over, having just finished the dishes.

“With your gifts in hand, may the new year bring you safety and happiness.” Karen’s smile was warm, her blessing wrapping around the two of them like a soft shawl.

smiled and thanked the Mortons. Alessia watched his hand, studying his profile–she could guess exactly

fallen. Winter days

waving sparklers. Red lanterns–now

g a cheery glow.

to play like that, remember?” Cole said,

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as his friends called his name, disappearing into

hoarse and we’d still pretend not to hear. Ms. June always said

his

a lecture from Dad for half an hour, only for Mom to swoop in, put on a show, and

almost led me the wrong

sheepishly, lips

he’d nearly gotten them lost. In the end, it was Alessia–who’d just moved there–who led them

she’d bring it up. They reached the house, the front door left open for

“Happy New Year, Grandpa!”

Lessie.” Six Dawson greeted

table indoors. When he saw