A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

Alessia still went over in the end, sitting quietly in Cole’s living room. The layout was almost identical to her own home, but the atmosphere was a world apart.

The Tates‘ house always felt cold, almost sterile, while here, snapshots of everyday life decorated every wall and shelf.

She watched as Jade ruffled Cole’s hair, murmuring a warm “Well done,” and she could hear the clatter of Parrish busying himself in the kitchen, the rhythmic tap of a knife slicing fruit.

It was a scene that simply never happened at the Tate house. No matter how many times they moved, their home was always quiet and distant. The only time the silence was ever broken was when she and Max got into one of their shouting

matches.

Most days, her parents didn’t come home until well after midnight. Technically, they lived under the same roof, but it wasn’t unusual not to see them for weeks at a time. Max was always running off somewhere, though he’d sometimes bring her candy or a snack. That never made up for all the hours she spent alone in that big, empty house.

Maybe because she was always alone, the neighborhood kids banded together to pick on her. She never took it lying down; she’d bite or pull hair–whatever it took. It never ended well for either side.

Every time those kids lost a fight, they’d show up at her door with their parents in tow. The kids would hide behind their mothers and fathers, making faces at her while the adults demanded an explanation.

She never had to defend herself, though. Max didn’t care who was watching–he’d stride right up and slap whoever started it, parents included. Sometimes, he’d even get into full–blown brawls with the other adults, always claiming he was “teaching them some manners.”

Eventually, the two of them got more creative–little pranks, nothing major. Sometimes they’d shatter á neighbor’s window, sometimes toss a handful of bugs. at the kids who’d picked on her.

It didn’t take long before the other kids started to fear them. Their parents stopped coming by, warning their children to steer clear of the Tate siblings.

But honestly, who wanted to play with them anyway? If that counted as playing, Alessia and Max had plenty of games up their sleeves.

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Chapter 228

She was only five, but she’d already learned to act older than the rest. That’s why she always seemed so grown–up–because most of the time, the only person she could count on was herself.

Alessia tore her gaze away, dragging herself out of the memories. But all the family photos scattered around the room left her feeling strangely restless.

She had only one photo of herself: a stiff school ID from her first day of preschool.

Her parents had wedding portraits, snapshots from their youth, baby pictures of Max… but not a single photo of her. Not one.

She lowered her gaze, unwilling to dwell on the thought any longer, already regretting her decision to come here.

“Lessie, do you remember Mrs. June?” Jade came over, eyes sparkling. She was trying hard not to sound too excited, but it was obvious.

Alessia pressed her lips together and gave a tiny nod.

“Don’t scare her off,” Parrish said, appearing with a fruit platter. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I cut up a bit of everything. Pick whatever you want.”

The plate was filled with colorful fruit, each piece skewered with a little fork. One of them was topped with a pink crown.

Alessia nodded, picked up a piece, and took a bite. Crisp, sweet, delicious.

“Lessie, you should say thank you to Mr. Parrish,” Cole said, sliding onto the couch beside her, as if they’d been friends forever.

“Why?” Alessia asked, genuinely puzzled.

Jade and Parrish exchanged glances at her question.

Cole, unfazed, straightened his back and explained in his most serious big–brother tone, clearly imitating someone he’d met at his previous school. “Because we have to be polite, right, Mom?” he said, turning to Jade with a hopeful, proud grin.

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