A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

To Ileana, Alessia’s words were nothing short of a summons from hell.

And as if on cue, the shrill wail of a police siren rang out nearby the moment Alessia finished speaking.

Instinctively, Ileana tried to bolt, but Alessia had anticipated her move and grabbed her arm before she could take a step.

They struggled on opposite sides of the iron fence. Alessia was far stronger–a fact that would have been true even in Ileana’s prime, and now, weakened as she was, she stood no chance of breaking free.

When the police arrived, Alessia simply stepped back and watched. She opened the gate, standing by as Ileana screamed and cursed, completely losing her

composure. Even the two officers escorting her looked uncomfortable, tightening their grip as they pulled her to the patrol car.

Alessia, meanwhile, remained as composed as ever, a faint, mocking smile curling at her lips–the sort of smile that, to Ileana, felt like open ridicule.

“Everything you have should’ve been mine! You’re the real thief here. The Tate family should be mine. The Morton family, too. It all belongs to me!”

Ethan, then–if you can even get ahold of them. Goodbye,

teasing, expression the picture of innocence. But Ileana was

spot.

police car disappeared down the street, leaving only the

behind.

over, Alessia arched an eyebrow–clearly unbothered by Ileana’s outburst–then went back inside. She found

Karen looked her

you going to ask if Ileana’s

“After everything she’s done… If I was still soft–hearted, I’d be no better than a

herself. No one else to

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our own lives.”