A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Things went much smoother once they reached York’s leg of the race. Though he and Ivan bickered and teased each other along the way, their teamwork was undeniable. York, having trained in both taekwondo and kickboxing, had the stamina and explosive energy to widen their lead again.

The final stretch belonged to Ivan.

To everyone’s surprise, Ivan darted forward with unexpected. speed–nothing like the quiet, bookish homebody they’d all expected from someone who spent most days sketching indoors.

Alessia figured this sudden burst of athleticism probably had everything to do with York dragging Ivan out for daily runs. After all, Ivan had caught a nasty cold when the seasons changed–a whole week in bed, feverish and weak, thanks to years of avoiding sunlight and exercise.

After Ivan finally recovered, York took it upon himself to whip him into shape, insisting on two laps around the park every afternoon before walking him home. It was easy to guess that Ivan had been picked for the relay team for exactly this reason.

These details, of course, Ivan had shyly confided to Alessia himself.

It warmed her heart to see Ivan open up and share bits of his life. He was such a sweet, gentle kid–anyone would feel protective of him. So Alessia always listened patiently, encouraging him to keep talking, letting him know he had her full attention.

Clearly, her gentle encouragement had paid off. Ivan now spoke with confidence, even around strangers, waving hello without hesitation or shyness.

of them collapsed into a joyful huddle,

the moment, snapping a few candid

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from a distance.

flashed them a big thumbs–up. The straightforward praise made

to other teams. The three kids had to stay put with their classmates, playfully goofing off together

engaged in their usual verbal sparring. Whenever one tried to speak to Alessia, the other would jump in with a sarcastic jab, using her as the go–between for

eyes as the two of them volleyed snarky remarks back and forth, with her stuck in

you space so you can hash this out?” she asked dryly. “Or should

them

than you two.” “York? That little brat?” Max scoffed and shook his head, as if being compared to York was