A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

As much as Cole disliked the thought of someone else thinking about Alessia, he never tried to interfere with her circle of friends. No matter what she did, he would always be her unwavering supporter. The downside, of course, was that his own little pangs of jealousy had to be tucked away out of sight.

“Should I come pick you up?” he asked.

“No need. Eddie’s coming by to get me tomorrow.”

“Oh.” At that, Cole’s mood visibly dropped.

Alessia, of course, noticed his shift right away, but only let out a soft chuckle.

“What’s so funny? Already looking forward to seeing him tomorrow?” Cole’s words weren’t sharp, but they were tinged with hurt, and his jealousy was nearly palpable.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll go to the amusement park. Grab something to eat together. You know, it’s been nearly six months since we last saw each other. But he always sends me postcards and little gifts, no matter where he goes…”

“I bring you things when I travel for work, too! It’s just–this time was special, and I haven’t found the right thing yet!” The light turned red, and Cole hit the brakes, fixing his eyes on Alessia, his expression earnest.

Alessia found his reaction adorable. She reached over, cupped his face in her hands, and gave it a gentle shake, her smile bright.

“I know, I know,” she said, trying to reassure him.

Of course she knew. She was only teasing him.

“Oh, by the way–could you help me find a house? Nothing too big, just enough for a family of seven. Something simple.”

“So, you’re finally done making things hard for yourself? You’ve hardly had it rough, but you always find ways to suffer a little more,” Cole said, his voice tinged with

concern.

Alessia had known Cole since she was five and he was six; by now, there was little about each other’s lives or habits that wasn’t common knowledge.

She just smiled, not bothering to argue.

Meanwhile, the neighborhood pub was opening for the evening, just as usual.

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Chapter 110

Justin sat in their regular booth, gazing out the window at the scene below, where Stella was chatting with Liam.

Liam was tuning his guitar. When Stella approached, she just nodded at him–her expression wasn’t exactly cold, but it was far from warm.

“I’ve already sent tonight’s gig payment to your card. Just double–check and sign for it, all right?”

“Sure.” Liam confirmed the details and scribbled his signature–quick, a little wild, but not messy; it had its own style.

“Honestly, I’m going to miss you,” Stella said offhandedly.

Her words made Liam’s hand pause for a split second, but he quickly recovered, so Stella, ever the easygoing one, didn’t notice.

“The new guy’s not bad, but there’s just something missing, you know?” She rubbed her chin, frowning in thought.

“Henley’s good. He’ll get the hang of it after a few more sets.” Liam lowered his gaze, his voice steady.

Stella didn’t argue. “Wishing you all the best–may the stars align and everything go your way. And hey, the pub’s always here if you want to come back for a guest

spot.”

Liam smiled. “Thanks. Really, for everything these past weeks.”

“Oh, don’t get all sentimental on me!” Stella grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “You know how it is with me and Lessie–if things ever go south, just come back. I’ll have your back.”

Liam was about to reply, but Stella kept going.

“Besides, Lessie’s always had a knack for spotting talent. Just follow her advice and you’ll be fine.”

Liam’s smile faded; he just nodded.

“Star! Didn’t you say you got a new shipment of drinks? Grab me a bottle!” Justin’s voice called out.

Both Stella and Liam looked over to see Justin walking their way, as he naturally slung his arm around Stella’s shoulders.

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