Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 182

Beatriz grabbed Amanda’s hand, scheming glint in her eyes. “Tomorrow’s the big day–Sophie’s coming–of- age party. Every top–tier figure in Aurathen will be there.

“That little brat Sienna grew up in the sticks, didn’t she? With that pretty face of hers, surviving out there and managing to claw her way back to the Fairbank family… The way she hooked Mason, you can tell she’s no stranger to pulling dirty tricks behind closed doors!

“If we can get the Fairbanks to air out all of Sienna’s filthy secrets front and center–and better yet, throw some extra mud on her name…

Beatriz’s voice was dripping with temptation. “Just think about it… Sienna would be utterly disgraced in such a grand setting. Would the Cooper family still dare claim her as their real bloodline, just to protect their reputation? Would Mason still want a woman whose name has been dragged through the gutter?

“When that happens, you’ll be the only worthy heiress left in the Cooper family. And as for that marriage alliance with the Brown family? The whole thing will be yours, no one else even in the picture.”

Amanda’s eyes began to shine, like she’d stumbled upon the only ray of hope in the darkness.

Beatriz pressed on, stoking her ambition. “This is your moment at Sophie’s coming–of–age party–steal the spotlight, make everyone forget about anyone else!

“Let Mason and the entire crowd see your grace, your elegance, how you’re everything they’ve ever wanted in a Brown bride. Once Mason sees that Sienna’s got no business even standing next to him, everything will finally be right again.”

Amanda clenched her fists tightly.

‘Exactly!‘ Amanda thought, her pulse pounding with excitement.

‘Why not let someone else do my dirty work and keep my hands clean?‘ Amanda thought, her mind working in overdrive. A hint of cunning satisfaction flashed in her eyes–she loved it when things fell into place just the way she planned.

She could just sit back and watch as everything played out, letting all the glory and a spotless reputation fall right into her lap. This was the kind of perfect, two–for–one deal she couldn’t resist!

Amanda’s gaze sharpened, her mind rapidly calculating. “So… what’s my angle with the Fairbank family? How do I guide things there?”

She wasn’t about to risk her flawless public persona–not for anything.

If any trouble with the Fairbanks ended up sticking to her, it could seriously backfire and wreck everything.

“I heard the Fairbank family is basically broke. They’ve been chasing after Sienna nonstop, hoping she’d bail them out, but that girl’s colder than ice. Now she’s got the richest parents anyone could wish for–why would she even look back at the folks who raised her?”

Beatriz gave a dismissive sneer, making it crystal clear she had zero respect for Sienna.

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Then she gave Amanda’s hand a little pat, lowering her voice conspiratorially “Miss Arnanda, they’re backed into a corner now. You pulled off that jewelry designer act to get close to Miss Fairbank–here’s your perfect chance to throw them a little bait, maybe slyly hint you could help dig them out of their hole…

“And when the Fairbanks are bowing down with gratitude, just mention offhand how Sienna schemed to steal Mason away. Trust me, they’ll turn rabid, ready to tear her apart just to win you over. All you have to do is sit back and watch the drama unfold!”

The more Amanda listened, the brighter her eyes shone, and she nodded like crazy, squeezing Beatriz’s hand with excitement. She grinned admiringly, “Beatriz, nobody plays the garne better than you! Seriously, without you, I’d be totally lost!”

Beatriz reached up and gently wiped away a tear from Amanda’s eye, smiling warmly. “Of course… I’ll always be here for you.”

After flinging Amanda out of the room, Sienna’s gaze landed on the gift box resting on her desk.

She hooked a finger under the lid and flipped it open.

The warm, soft light in the room bathed the evening gown in a fiery glow, making it seem almost alight.

This red was like the richest satin snatched from the heart of a blazing fire–intense, sultry, and just bordering on scandalous.

Rather than the usual airy tulle, the dress was made of dark red satin spliced with wispy black lace, like a deadly datura blooming right out of the flames.

Its beauty was mesmerizing–seductive to the core, but so dangerously lethal you couldn’t look away.

The dress’s winding patterns seemed to wrap themselves around the fabric, weaving an aura of mystery that lingered in the air.

The colors blazed bold, the cut was daring, and every sharp line exuded a fiercely alluring, almost predatory elegance.

It was so familiar, she could recognize it in her sleep.

‘Isn’t this the custom evening gown I designed and rushed to finish myself? The one worth a billion?‘ Sienna thought, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

Sienna’s fingers skimmed over the delicate gown, and she couldn’t help but let out a wry smirk.

‘Seriously?‘ Sienna thought, a flicker of disbelief and irony in her eyes.

She’d burned the midnight oil designing it, hustled nonstop for two days, and milked a whopping billion out of Mason for the piece…

And now, after all that, it ended up right back in her hands.

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What even is this?‘ Sienna mused with an amused quirk of her lips. I pocketed 300 million from Mason, and now he’s turned around and gifted me the same billion–dollar dress.

‘Guess I really did just score both the cash and the dress, huh?‘ Sienna thought, a sly smirk playing on her lips,

“Talk about a sweet deal.

No wonder I’d felt something off about those measurements Mason gave me while I was working on the gown. My designer instincts were practically screaming.

Sophie’s frame is tiny–and downright delicate.

But since the one signing the checks was the boss, I had my assistant double–check the sizing, and she swore it was legit.

So, in the end, I just did exactly what the man paying the bills wanted.

Sienna had been so caught up rushing to finish two dresses that she barely had time to breathe, let alone overthink the details.

But now, staring at it, the realization struck her like lightning–those measurements, that style, every stitch screamed that this gown was made for her and only her.

Sienna stared at the evening gown, her gaze lingering on every detail.

A few seconds later, she pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the dress, and sent it straight to Mason.

Almost instantly, Mason called her on video.

Sienna picked up the call.

Mason’s face appeared onscreen, all aloof charm and dark, magnetic energy.

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