A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Fortunately, Vera had always been a responsible child–she never gave her mother much trouble and had just been accepted to the best high school in town. Given their family’s situation, the school even agreed to waive her tuition fees.

Naturally, Carla and Vera were overjoyed. They made plans: as soon as Carla got her paycheck, she’d take Vera into the city to buy her a new dress. After all, ever since her husband lost his job, neither of them had set foot in the city, and Vera’s clothes were all out of

style–hand–me–downs from three years ago.

Teenagers grow quickly, and Vera’s sleeves and pant legs were noticeably short. Thankfully, she wore her school uniform most days, so no one really noticed.

Their conversation was cut short when her father stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, a half–empty bottle swinging in his hand. The mood in the room shifted instantly. Carla and Vera fell silent, slipping into the kitchen to bring out the dinner they’d already prepared.

“Go pay back the neighbor for the booze later,” her father demanded, his voice harsh and entitled. He banged on the table and kicked the chair next to him, making Vera jump.

“Where’s my glass? Go get my glass!”

Vera pressed her lips together, said nothing, and went back into the kitchen. When she returned, she was holding his whiskey glass.

The tension in the air was suffocating. Her father kept pouring himself

courage for a long time before she finally exhaled

at?” he snapped, slamming his glass down on

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best high school in town,” Carla began, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with quiet pleading. “We’ll need money for her expenses–tuition, books, everything. Could you please cut back on

provoke him. He hurled his plate to the floor,

house–are you blind to how bad things are? What’s the point of a girl going to school anyway? She should get a job at the factory, like the neighbor’s daughter! Cary’s girl’s been working for months–she brings home real money every month! What

bloodshot, his finger jabbing at Vera’s face as he unleashed his

asked about an arrangement–he said they’d give us ten grand as

trembled with disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was

old days, girls your age already had two kids!” he barked, as if it were the most

high and mighty now that you bring home a paycheck? Who knows what’s really going on between you and your boss at the factory? Maybe I’m raising