A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“He must have just gotten back–I didn’t hear anything about it either.”

Cole cast a fleeting glance, then turned away, leading Alessia down the stairs by the hand.

Alessia frowned but didn’t bother to linger. The guy was irrelevant–hardly worth even a moment of her attention.

“So, you’re Miss Tate?” The man tried to slick back his thinning hair, clearly thinking he looked charming, though the lecherous gleam in his eyes ruined any chance of

that.

“Yes.” Ileana was as proud and haughty as ever, openly displaying her disgust. It was obvious she couldn’t stand the sight of this greasy, pig–faced man.

She pulled a tissue from her purse and held it to her nose, as if his very breath. threatened to pollute the air around her.

“Order whatever you want–I’ll cover the whole thing,” he declared grandly.

A thick gold chain hung from his neck, and every inch of him screamed nouveau

riche.

The more he spoke, the more speechless Ileana became, and the less she could

tolerate him.

She couldn’t stay any longer. Grabbing her bag, she stood up to leave.

he sneered, not even bothering to move as she rose. He barely managed to lift his eyelids, his

jaw and, seething with

warned her if she dared to offend this fat bastard, he’d cut off her credit cards and throw her

was easy, but giving it up was hell. She was already suffering; if the last card

order.” Seeing her sit, the man looked even more pleased with

tossed the menu

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pride. Just as she

abrupt movement startled everyone

“What are you doing?!”

finished his sentence, Ileana had already bolted, leaving

hardly believe his prize was slipping away. He heaved himself up and

gut and lumbering steps left him out of

her, but Ileana didn’t even look back. She just kept running, leaving him to stew

restaurant.

with embarrassment,

an eyebrow. Who knew dinner could come with such entertainment? Not a bad night, after

“Let’s go.”

taking