A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Hamilton glanced at Alessia, and for a split second, he felt ancient–like his ears had betrayed him.

Bacchus watched the scene unfold, silently applauding in his mind.

*Of all the people to provoke, you just had to pick these two little devils who never forget a grudge.* Bacchus shook his head, lighting an imaginary candle for Hamilton’s doomed soul.

“Don’t push your luck!” Hamilton suddenly shot to his feet, pointing a trembling finger at the siblings. He looked so unsteady that Bacchus half–expected him to collapse and fake an injury right then and there.

“Hamilton, actions have consequences,” Max replied calmly, not rising from his seat. “If you refuse to accept that, you’re only making things harder for everyone.”

Despite Hamilton’s outburst, the siblings sat unfazed, not budging an inch. There was no sign of retreat or hesitation.

“How much do you want? Name your price!” Hamilton stared at Max, defeat flickering in his eyes.

Hamilton, I’m not sure you realize,” Alessia interjected, arching her brow as if she’d just heard a joke, “but my brother and I run a company that makes more in a day than the Quincy family does in a month.”

“Then what do you want?” Hamilton snapped, his voice strained.

“It’s simple. An apology,” Max said, his tone suddenly cold. The siblings‘ smiles faded, replaced by a palpable sense of authority.

Hamilton’s face darkened, but he didn’t immediately refuse–not like at the beginning. He was weighing his options, desperate for some way

out.

past misdeeds would be dragged into the light, and the Quincy family would become

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would be

his jaw,

he muttered, “but only

his hand resting casually on his knee, predatory and calm, like a hawk eyeing

I’ll give you a

is it?” Hamilton barked,

document online and let the public judge you.” Max tossed the folder onto the table in front of Hamilton, his expression as cold as ice–gone

choose the second option! The second!” Hamilton’s composure cracked as he shot to his feet, panic overriding

was glad he’d stayed–he wouldn’t have missed this

to his feet with chilling calm. “Once I offered

please show Mr.

Bacchus spun his chair

the