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.

his voice cool. “She managed 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 industry. Don’t

a mocking edge to her voice as she shot back, “Then why don’t you go and marry her?

his heel and walked away. If it weren’t for the old man insisting he show up as Sienna’s fiancé, he wouldn’t have bothered coming at

Fortune’s mood, returned to overseeing

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In the hall,

time for makeup,”

she twirled in front of

she released her hair from its pins. She smoothed it out, convinced that she

your hair down, the earrings and necklace won’t

cold look,

she turned back to

Winston, it’s nearly time. Most of

while the stylist finished her hair.