A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

A wave of commotion swept through the crowd as reporters eagerly snapped photos of Sienna’s humillation. Fortune, unable to stand it any longer, grabbed Sienna’s arm and tried to pull her away. But both the backstage entrance and the exit to the exhibit hall had been locked–they were trapped.

On the big screen, the VCR kept playing.

“So you admit you leaked the designs, is that right?”

“…Yes.” The woman pressed her lips together before finally nodding.

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to!” Her voice jumped an octave, then dropped again, quivering.

“But… but I designed things too! Why is it that everyone only remembers Queenie?”

“Do you hate her?”

The woman shook her head, shoulders trembling as if she were quietly crying.

want to become head designer, to see our own name on a brand? Who wants to spend their whole life in someone else’s shadow? Queenie’s amazing–she’s always helped me, always given me advice. I… I never meant for this

you mean

she said if I helped her

terrible mistake, but I never gave her the final draft. I only handed over my original version–the one that kept getting rejected. I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve dreamed of being the lead designer for so long. I swear, I never meant for things to go this way, I

fell on deaf ears. No one in the crowd seemed to sympathize; instead, all eyes zeroed

a mask of panic and fury. She glared at Queenie and stalked straight toward her, but Alessia moved faster,

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couldn’t sit still any longer. She gave instructions to keep things under control

this your doing? Was it?” Sienna shrieked, her voice grating enough to

for you? Now you want to play the victim too?” Alessia shot

in some random person to accuse me, is that it? And what about the blackout, huh? That was

latched onto any argument she could

them, flashes strobing across their faces