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.”

Stella could

around her like a worried mother, steadying her as if she might topple over

time. Queenie tossed her the car keys, which

on the gas, and they sped off toward the

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through her bag, which Queenie had grabbed for her

on

and hit the

see what’s

age–old ‘should you help or not‘ debate. The online chatter

now, we’re heading to the

the hospital. Don’t panic, I heard Ethan’s already there. He’s a lawyer, he’ll know how

a sharp turn at the next

safe, okay?” Alessia

to squeeze money out of the good Samaritan.

tricky, but it shouldn’t be too hard to sort

why are you so anxious?” Queenie

look like the

their heads down unless family or friends