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A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

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“I'll handle the rest in person this afternoon. You've worked hard tonight-take tomorrow morning off.”

“Thank you, boss. Good night.”

Vera replied instantly, not a trace of hesitation in her tone.

Alessia was more than used to Vera's efficiency. She didn’t bother responding, simply closed her laptop. She

instinctively reached for the water glass on her nightstand, only to find it empty.

With a quiet sigh, Alessia packed up her laptop, stretched, then got out of bed with her glass in hand, ready to

refill it. As she pulled back the curtains, she startled-suddenly locking eyes with a pair of dark, gleaming eyes.

Goosebumps prickled her skin. It wasn’t until she flicked on the light and saw who it was that Alessia breathed

out in relief.

“Did | wake you?”

The owner of those black eyes was Ivan. He rested one hand on the door handle, his gaze fixed steadily on

Alessia.

He shook his head, opened the door, and stepped out. Alessia followed him into the hallway. After Ivan ducked

into the bathroom, she made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

Neither of them exchanged a word as they finished up what they needed to do Alessia switched off the lights,

and, finally, this uneasy night drew to a close.

Maybe it was sheer exhaustion, but Alessia slept better than she had in ages. When she checked the clock, it

was only a little past ten.

She stretched, then went to wash up. The whole apartment was silent and empty. The slow cooker was keeping

scomforting soup warm, and next to it was a sticky note reminding her to eat breakfast.

Once she'd finished her meal, Alessia was about to head back to her room when a steady knock echoed at the

door.

Three sharp raps, then silence.

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Alessia opened the front door-a courier stood outside.

“Alessia? Please sign for this delivery.”

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The package bore her school’s logo and name. Alessia didn’t ask questions; she signed for it, waited for the

courier to leave, then returned to her room.

She opened the box. As expected, it was her school uniform.

Unlike most public schools, theirs provided different uniforms for spring, summer, and winter-plus extra sets for

sports, swimming, and even horseback riding. Every

year,

the school sent out brand-new uniforms to each student just before term began.

The school’s information network was legendary-any change in a student's hlife, and the administration

knew about it almost instantly. So Alessia wasn't particularly surprised to get a package from them.

Her school had another tradition too:

To encourage creativity, on the first

day back, all student pereTeg dired

t SAR Se of the

Tl ested white t-shirt. At the

end of the day, everyone would vote

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The prize changed every year, and

while most of the students came

from wealthy families and didn't care

much about the Gore tied

rie iis ays drew a

clowh: went all out, bringing in

spray paint for live demonstrations,

and the entire school buzzed with

excitement and friendly rivalry—while

other schools groaned at the start of

another dull semester, here everyone

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Of course, a few ultra—competitive

types would try to pull strings or get

outside help, but EEE Es

epgpedestdic to express

themselves. One year, someone even

graffitied the main building, so by

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t, but Alessia eyed the plain white tee and sighed. She'd never been much of an a she did have an eye for color

and style. She’d never won first prize, but her designs always managed to spark a brief fashion trend around

campus.

Her sigh wasn’t about the t-shirt itself. She just knew that the moment she set foot on campus tomorrow, she'd

be stepping straight into the lions den.