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.”

and change.” Stella could handle her liquor,

mother, steadying her as

Queenie tossed her the

on the gas, and they sped

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through her bag, which

him on speaker for

and hit the

see what’s

age–old ‘should you help or not‘ debate.

heading to the hospital. Are

actually on my way to pick you up, but I’ll just go straight to the hospital.

making a sharp turn at the next

safe, okay?” Alessia said

squeeze money out of the good Samaritan. We’ll need to gather all the security footage and evidence, then take it straight to

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

are you so anxious?” Queenie

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 they start shouting at him, he’ll probably

pressed her fingers to her temples, frustration flaring. The Mortons had always preferred to avoid trouble, keeping their heads down unless family or friends were involved. Most