A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Thursday arrived before she knew it.

Sienna had been bustling around the venue all morning, checking and rechecking the equipment until everything was perfect. Still, she couldn’t shake the nerves fluttering in her chest.

“How’s everything coming along?” Fortune strode over, standing beside her. The two looked less like an engaged couple and more like business partners sizing up their competition.

“All set. The equipment’s working, invitations have gone out, and the guests should start arriving any minute now.” Sienna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, letting her feature earrings–today’s highlight piece–catch the light.

“Oh, and I made sure to send invitations to Alessia and Queenie.”

Fortune’s brow furrowed. “Why would you invite those two?”

“Because I want them to see my success, of course.” Sienna’s tone was matter–of–fact. “I want them stuck in the audience, watching me shine while they can only sit there, speechless and helpless, forced to admire what they can never

have.”

A flash of malice flickered in her eyes, her lips curling into a smile as if she could already see Alessia and Queenie’s frustrated, powerless expressions in the crowd.

to start two companies right under the Tate family’s nose when they were at their peak, plus she’s got all the support of the Whitley Group and contacts across every

faded to a look of disdain. There was a mocking edge to her voice as she shot back, “Then why don’t you go and marry her?

Deciding he’d wasted enough breath, he turned on his heel and

unfazed by Fortune’s mood, returned to

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08.03 M

In the hall,

for makeup,” her

Once her makeup was finished, she twirled in front of the

released her hair from its pins. She smoothed it

with your hair down, the earrings and

the stylist a cold

back to the mirror, admiring

Winston, it’s nearly time. Most of

her chair while the stylist finished her hair. The earlier nervousness had vanished,