A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 5

Both of them were clearly flustered—almost as if their brains had short-circuited—but they still hurried to invite Alessia inside. They set a glass of warm water in front of her; though they were the hosts, they seemed oddly out of place in their own home.

"Aren't you heading out?" Alessia asked.

"I called work and asked for the day off," Zachary replied quietly, answering her question without hesitation.

"You're not picking up your prescription today?"

"I can go tomorrow. It's not urgent."

Alessia nodded slightly, and the three of them fell silent.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?" Noticing Karen fidgeting nervously with her hands, Alessia was the first to break the awkward quiet.

"I spoke to Dad and the others. They're on their way back," Karen said softly.

"Um… have you eaten yet?" Karen wiped her hands on her apron, her face a mixture of unease and embarrassment. "We don't have much in the fridge, but if you tell me what you like, I'll go out and get it."

"Just call me Lessie—it's fine, I'm not picky," Alessia replied, picking up her glass and taking a sip of water. As she did, she glanced around the small house.

It was a modest three-bedroom, one-living-room place—not particularly spacious. The paint on the walls was peeling and stained in places, but it was clear the owners took care of it; everything was tidy and clean.

A sound at the door pulled Alessia from her thoughts. She and the others all turned to look as the front door opened. The first to enter was a middle-aged man in a suit, his sharp features framed by a furrowed brow—he couldn't hide his worry.

Next came a man about Zachary's height, his demeanor calm and reserved, dressed simply in jeans and a white t-shirt.

Last was an older man with white hair, bearing a striking resemblance to Zachary, though his eyes were sharper and his expression impatient. A guitar case hung over his shoulder.

"Have we met before?" Ethan asked, using the sort of clichéd line that nobody found funny.

The Morton siblings knew each other well. They all realized Ethan wouldn't ask something like that without a reason.

"I still owe you cab fare, don't I?" Alessia said. "After that day, I couldn't reach you, and then I went abroad. Sorry about that."

"It's fine—you didn't need to pay me back anyway." Truth be told, Ethan had never expected her to.

"What's going on? Ethan, you know Lessie?" Karen asked in surprise.

Alessia nodded. "Well, not really. I ran into him by chance. I was meeting friends that day, and my phone died. I figured I'd just walk home, but halfway there, I bumped into my eldest brother. He said someone was following me and told me to be careful, then helped me get a cab."

Her use of "eldest brother" sounded so natural that nobody even noticed the shift in how she addressed him.