A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Sir.” Butler Dawson spoke quietly, picking up the remote and pressing a button. As the curtains parted, the dim room filled with pale morning light.

“What happened today?” Scott rubbed his temples, pain throbbing behind his eyes.

Butler Dawson lowered his gaze. “Miss Ileana…”

Scott’s frown deepened. “What about her this time? Raleigh called me at the crack of dawn, screaming that I’d saddled him with some drug–addicted tramp-” He broke off, turning a piercing look on Dawson.

The butler nodded silently, confirming everything without another word.

Scott lurched to his feet, only to sway dizzily and collapse back onto the bed. Dawson rushed forward, steadying him and rubbing his back, afraid the outburst might make him pass out.

“Sir, are you alright?”

“My phone–where’s my phone?”

Dawson handed it over from the nightstand. Scott unlocked it. Messages and missed calls flooded the screen, piling up like storm clouds.

“Sir…” Dawson ventured carefully, noticing how Scott’s face had drained of color.

she? Where’s

“She’s in her room.”

call her that. The biggest mistake I ever made was letting her come back

past Dawson and stormed down the hall to Ileana’s bedroom, Dawson stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe. He glanced at the shattered phone on

Ileana was in no

badly she

it. Just a second ago, the comments were all condemning Alessia. How

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those people? Why wasn’t it Fortune in the pictures? There were more

thought made Ileana shake uncontrollably. She grabbed her phone to call for help, but before she could dial, her

“Ileana! Explain those photos–now!”

shaking her head wildly.

Do you think I’m blind or just stupid?” Scott’s every shout made her

this