A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Is it a crime for me to dress well? You only wear what you do because your husband doesn’t make enough to buy you nice clothes, right? Is that why you want my brother to give you money–so you can go out and buy yourself something pretty?”

Alessia blinked, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

She already had that innocent, heartbreaking face, and the sudden tears caught everyone off guard.

“I… I didn’t… That’s not…” The woman faltered, completely thrown by Alessia’s words. What had they even started out trying to do?

Alessia wiped at her face, but the tears kept coming.

Her slender shoulders trembled, and the way she tried to hold back her sobs–stubborn, but hopelessly overwhelmed–made her look even more fragile, tugging at the hearts of everyone watching.

“Lessie!”

The woman was stunned by the sudden reversal, but she wasn’t the only one panicking–Zachary looked just as shaken.

Alessia was always so strong, so proud. If something had made her cry like this, she must have been deeply wronged.

concern as he pulled Alessia into

her back.

here, Lessie, don’t worry. If it comes to it, we’ll just give them the money. If we run out, I’ll just earn more.

his hands and used his thumb to softly wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes,

playing along with her little act–his words were too perfect. But when she

him, momentarily speechless,

must still be

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picking on children.

lady out of the goodness of her heart, and now she’s getting blackmailed for it. If this keeps happening, who’s ever going to help us old folks

nicely, they think they can

their own money instead

pointed at the husband and wife sitting on the floor, their faces full

was them-” The woman looked

somewhere along the line,