A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Ivan, what’s up?”

Ivan Morton rarely called her–most of the time, he just texted. For a

moment, Alessia wondered if something was wrong.

“Alessia, I’m here too!” York Tate shouted in the background, absentmindedly petting Rex.

By now, Alessia was used to finding York at the Morton house; he seemed to spend more time there than at his own family’s place.

“Are you not coming home this weekend?” Ivan’s voice was soft and gentle, the kind that made you unconsciously lower your own. Unlike York, who always sounded like the world owed him something–so much so that she often wanted to smack him.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. She’d just visited last weekend and even brought back some of Karen’s homemade pastries for her

roommate.

“I miss you.” Maybe it was the influence of those two rascals, but Ivan had become much better at saying what was on his mind.

“I can’t make it this weekend, but how about I take you to that art exhibit

next week?”

“Okay.” Ivan sounded a little disappointed, but the thought of going to the exhibit with Alessia cheered him up.

to go too!” York

art.

to go!” York moved closer to Ivan, grabbing his wrist–the one with the watch–as

it through the week without a single call from your teacher.” Since York had listed Alessia’s number as

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homeroom teacher every other

pouted but

asked, noticing Cole

snacks.

time to come watch?” There was a tentative hopefulness in

of popcorn, and her crossbody bag draped over his shoulder. “Yeah! The teacher picked me to stand at the front. Zane’s holding the sign because he’s tall, but York and I will be right behind him.” Ivan, sitting on the couch, swung his legs and his eyes sparkled—he was clearly excited for

indifference, but his

her schedule–she had two classes

off, the hope fading from his eyes. He glanced

he didn’t whine or throw a

were blurry

I promise. I’ll