A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

You could tell at a glance–these were kids from wealthy families. They looked polished, accomplished, and even knew how to behave themselves, which was a rare sight these days and definitely not what you usually see on TV.

“Lessie, you and Cole should head back and get some rest. I’ll go with my brother to sort this out.” Zachary came over, ruffling Alessia’s hair with a gentle, protective touch.

“I’m fine, really.” Alessia realized Zachary had misunderstood, but it was hard to explain in front of everyone.

“Alright, then later I’ll get you a little cake and drop it off outside your dorm.”

Seeing the situation, Alessia just let it go. She figured she’d explain later when things had calmed down.

“Call me when you’re done with the recording, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Cole, I’m counting on you to look after Lessie,” Ethan added, and Cole nodded in agreement.

The police officer led the way, with Ethan and Zachary following close behind. Carlson shot his little brother a glare that said he’d had enough, then pushed Chester along after the others.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the tension. “Ah!” Queenie’s voice made everyone look her way. A phone lay on the ground, screen–side up, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The woman standing next to it stared at her husband, wide–eyed with panic.

She backed away a step,

voice tinged with regret. “The screen’s shattered. I didn’t

to replace.

straightened up, her tone calm but cool. “This is a custom model. A new screen will probably run more like two

the one who walked right into me–how is this my fault?” The woman’s face darkened

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stopped rummaging for cash.

just take it to the store and have them check. They don’t even sell this model locally–it has to get shipped back to the original manufacturer. I’ll even cover the international shipping

to his wife’s side. “What did you

up with you! How was I supposed to know this girl would step out like that?” The woman was stuck–she

already?” Carlson pressed a hand to his forehead, veins throbbing at his

I’ll pay. Just send the invoice to this address and I’ll have someone handle it, alright?” The man

shook her head. “But she’s the one who knocked into me. I just want her

to pay–how do we know you’re not running a scam?” the woman snapped, shoving Carlson aside and launching

wanted to disappear