A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“So, we’re just the classic pawns again?” Alessia picked up her glass of juice.

“Tell me about it.” Queenie raised her own glass, clinking it lightly against Alessia’s. It was only then, hearing their voices, that Justin seemed to notice the two of them sitting there.

“Alessia, what are you still doing here?”

“Guess your Highness just can’t see us, huh? Maybe we’re invisible?” Alessia rolled her eyes, exasperated.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Didn’t your brother get into trouble? What are you doing here?”

Alessia’s expression changed instantly. “What happened?”

“Apparently, he tried to do a good deed but it backfired; he saved someone, and now they’re accusing him instead. But you don’t need to worry–most people online are actually standing up for him. I figured you already knew…”

“Where is he?”

“Cambridge Medical Center, I think…” Seeing the look on Alessia’s face, Justin’s voice dropped to a near whisper.

“I’m leaving. Now.”

“Wait, I’ve got my car. Let’s go together.” Queenie grabbed her car keys.

“I’ll come too-” Stella started to stand, but Justin gently pushed her back down.

“Whoa there, superstar. You reek of booze. Let’s not make things worse, okay? Sober up a bit and I’ll take you over myself.”

go upstairs, take a shower, and change.” Stella could handle her liquor, but the smell

mother, steadying her

wasted no time. Queenie tossed her the car keys,

the gas, and they sped

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Alessia said, rummaging through her bag, which Queenie had grabbed for her

him on speaker for

nodded and hit

did you see

than a moral dilemma, especially the age–old ‘should you help or not‘ debate. The online chatter

now, we’re heading to the hospital. Are

actually on my way to pick you up, but I’ll just go straight to the hospital. Don’t panic, I heard Ethan’s already

course, making a sharp

Alessia said before

person gets hurt, and their kids try to squeeze money out of the good Samaritan. We’ll need to gather

tricky, but it shouldn’t be

why are you so anxious?”

shameless, yelling and hurling insults to put pressure on you–just to make themselves look like the victims. My brother’s not the type to argue; if

keeping their heads down unless family or friends were involved. Most of the time, they were as meek