From Heir's Ex to His Aunt novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 The Ideal Match

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Alicia pretended not to hear, methodically retrieving her clothes and hanging them up with unruffled

composure.

Aria’s anger only escalated. “All these years, you never came home. Did Dad ever even ask about you? You mean nothing to him. Alicia–your dad, your room, your man–I’ve claimed them all. If I were you, I’d vanish and spare yourself further humiliation in this family.”

After finishing, Alicia’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “Tell me, Aria, who’s really embarrassing themselves here–me or you? Do you actually believe you’re the true princess of this family?”

Aria stiffened. “What are you saying?”

“Nothing much,” Alicia replied lightly. “Just a reminder. Don’t get too comfortable. Everyone may call your mom ‘Mrs. Gibson,‘ but that doesn’t erase her origins–or the fact that she’s always been the side piece.”

Stepping closer, Alicia radiated the authority she’d honed over years in the business world. Taller than Aria even without heels, her presence was now overwhelming.

Her lips lifted in a sly smirk. “Did your mom ever tell you? Even now, she still hasn’t secured a marriage certificate with Dad.”

Aria froze. She’d lived all her life like a pampered princess. “No way! Dad adores Mom. Why wouldn’t he make it official?”

Alicia laughed softly, sharp and cold. “How naive. You really think affluent families marry for love? When the Gibsons and Wallaces united, the Gibsons only grew stronger. Dad reaped all the advantages and still betrayed my mom–leading to her death. And you honestly think the Wallaces would ignore that?”

She traced Aria’s cheek lightly. “As long as my grandpa lives, marriage between your mom and Dad is impossible. Your mom will remain the side piece, and her child, well, will always be illegitimate.

“My dear sister, the Burton family isn’t like the Gibsons, who climbed the ladder through marriage. In Litchbrook, there’s no shortage of wealthy, influential families–and the Burtons are at the pinnacle. If they discovered their heir planned to marry an unrecognized illegitimate daughter, do you really think that wedding would happen?”

Aria’s face went pale. She never imagined that the girl she once dismissed would return to deliver the crushing blow.

Alicia reached out again, lightly brushing Aria’s cheek. “If I were you, I’d tread carefully. Whether Dad likes it or not, I am the true heiress of the Gibson family. Unlike you, who has nothing but his affection.

“As for me? I have the Gibson family behind me–and the Wallace family, too. If I decide to marry into the Burton family, who do you think they’d choose–you or me?

“Or do you actually believe the Burtons are marrying the Gibsons because of you? Don’t be delusional. Marriage is a business alliance between families, not about you, the illegitimate child. Understand?”

Aria finally snapped. “So, you came back to steal David from me! Alicia, keep dreaming! I’ll be the one marrying into the Burton family.”

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Spinning on her heel, she stormed off, oblivious to the calculating smile playing across Alicia’s face.

Alicia, however, wasn’t interested in David–her sights were set firmly on his uncle.

Older men were far preferable to young, clingy boys. Just for his self–discipline and his refusal to mess around with women, Alicia was even willing to straighten him out, even if he favored men.

So what if he’s a little older? To others, it might be a hassle. To me, it’s perfect. Older men have stability–and if he I can just find another. When he’s gone, all his wealth is mine, and I get to rile David every single day. Why would

take the chance?

The more Alicia considered it, the more she realized the older man was the ideal match

David’s uncle would certainly attend tonight’s event. Alicia rested her chin in thoughts pondering how y of woman who would captivate an older, powerful man.

Vincent hastened over at her summons. “Ms. Alicia.”

“Any progress on David’s uncle? Still nothing?” she asked.

“He’s extremely discreet. Plus, he’s been living abroad for years. He always stayy bethink the scenes as a investor. Many people try to get close, but no one has ever actually met diri.”

“So no one knows his tastes?”

“I did manage to find a few details–he tends to bid on crystal and enceraidsabauctions and has a pen for rare green coffee beans.”

“Noted.”

Alicia pictured him vividly–a middle–aged man in a tailboecksuitclassic watch on his wrist, gently sipping coffee while inspecting a piece of emerald. He perfectlycenibodied the image of a refined gentleman.

She chose a bespoke dark green dress, styled Heshhariinoonan elegant updo, slipped on emerald earrin and touched up her makeup lightly.

When she descended at the appointed hoursheddoamned that the rest of the Gibson family and departed.

Alicia chuckled to herself. Really Doosri think leaving me behind and sending all the drivers away will ste from going? What century does she think this?

“Vincent, give ine the sparedeys. Audhhere are the pastries I requested?”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Alicia. Everythings’s prepared, Vincent replied, handing her a luxurious rosewood bo and the keys 10 a sleek sports carr

“Drive safely, Ms. Alicia.”

She climbed into datepeckled Koenigsegg. Her dad certainly spared no expense on the mistress‘ fa

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She had been given antre 300,000 dollars a year to live abroad, while Frank’s obsession with cars had filled the garage with limited–edition supercars.

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