A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 31

There were no blinding neon lights here—only two soft spotlights spinning lazily, casting a gentle glow through the room. Jazz music drifted from the speakers, giving the place a calm, almost intimate atmosphere that set it apart from the usual bars in town.

Most of the tables were already taken. If you paid attention, you'd notice that the clientele was overwhelmingly female—and not just any women, but the kind who wore designer heels and expensive perfume, their laughter as polished as their jewelry.

"Hey, look who's here—the boss herself!" One of the regulars called out, waving Stella over without a trace of self-consciousness.

"Faye, you're early today! Brought someone new with you?" Stella grinned, slipping behind the bar.

"Yeah, finally managed to snag a reservation." Faye shot her a mock-annoyed look.

Stella, ever the charmer, picked up on the subtle complaint right away. "That's my bad. Mario, send three of the new cocktails to Faye's table—on the house."

Faye's annoyance melted into delight. The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, but when Faye tried to ask about Alessia, Stella deftly steered the conversation elsewhere without making an introduction.

Plenty of eyes were fixed on Stella, watching her every move. Some were ready to gossip—was this friendship real, or just for show? Stella made her answer clear: she slipped an arm around Alessia's shoulders, her protective gesture leaving no room for doubt.

Most ordinary patrons had no idea who Stella really was. Some of the socialites came just for the ambiance, but others were here hoping to get close to Stella. And Stella knew it—she made sure they all saw exactly what she wanted them to see.

So what if the Tate family had changed their heiress? Stella was still the sole heir to the Laines. Anyone with half a brain could weigh the balance: in this city, every top entertainment venue belonged to the Laines. Eighty percent of the deals these families made happened on Laines-controlled turf. Crossing them? You could find another place to do business, but your standing would take a hit—and so would your reputation.

With her point made, Stella led Alessia upstairs. The second floor was lined with private booths—small, cozy, perfect for two to four people. Any more, and the noise would ruin the vibe.

One wall of each booth was a one-way glass window, letting you look down on the main floor unnoticed. The attendant adjusted the air conditioning to the perfect temperature, set out a fresh fruit platter and a couple of drinks, and slipped away.

"It's almost time," Stella said, glancing at her watch. "I headhunted this guy myself—great voice, and honestly, he's ridiculously handsome. He's only been here a week, and business has already picked up."

"Liam?" she said quietly.

"You know him?" Stella turned, surprise in her eyes.

"He's my third brother," Alessia replied calmly, barely glancing before looking away.

"Your brother?" Stella raised her eyebrows, shooting Liam a teasing look. "Small world, huh?"

"You didn't do a background check first?"

"Nope. There was a fight at his old bar the other night—I jumped in to help, and, well, he got his pay docked because of it. So, I poached him for us."