Fake Ai

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

Aku. Antonia Dior. Wanita berusia 30 tahun belum menikah. Menjadi budak cinta selama 11 tahun namun dicampakkan dan berakhir menyedihkan. Pria itu Alpha Benjamin, laki-laki yang usianya di bawah aku 5 tahun, penyelamat kewarasan mentalku dari kekejaman sosok mantan pacar laknatku. Laki-laki kejam yang sudah memperbudakku jatuh dalam gelimangan cinta yang begitu menyedihkan. Selama 11 tahun aku tenggelam dalam kebohongan cintanya yang ternyata palsu dan berakhir pria jahanam itu tidur dengan adik tiriku sendiri yang selama ini selalu menyimpan rahasia penuh misteri. Bagaimana jadinya kalau aku membalas perbuatan pria 11 tahunku itu dengan menikahi anak dari kakaknya sendiri, keponakan tersayang yang selama ini didewakan di keluarga besarnya?

Safira yang ditinggal pergi ibu kandungnya saat masih bayi, hingga sering mendapat bullyan dari para teman-temannya sejak kecil membuat dia menjadi orang yang pendiam dan tertutup. Suatu hari ibu Safira datang dan membawanya untuk tinggal bersama. Di situ juga Safira tahu kalau ibunya sudah menikah lagi. Bukannya mendapatkan kehidupan yang lebih baik, Safira malah semakin tertekan. Karena dirinya yang dijadikan sebagai alat oleh ayah tirinya untuk memperlancar binis keluarga itu dengan cara mengatur perjodohan buar Safira. Alasannya untuk membalas budi sang ayah tiri karena sudah mau menerima dan memberikan hidup yang layak buat Safira selama tinggal di rumah itu. Akankah Safira bisa menemukan kebahagiaan dalam hidupnya? Adakah orang yang bisa membawa dia keluar dari rumah yang seperti penjara itu?

Ivory Stone has tried and failed to seduce her stoic steward 999 times. She thinks that maybe Wilson Quill doesn't have a heart. Maybe he won't ever fall in love with anyone. But one day, she catches him pleasuring himself with a bracelet belonging to the fake heiress who stole her life.

I think Giselle Foster, the fake heiress of my family, has gotten reborn. Not only does she stop my parents from choosing one of us to stay with them, but she also secretly tells my mom that the apocalypse is coming, and that the zombies will take over the world. My biological parents choose to believe Giselle. Soon, they start borrowing money from all sources and stock up on everything as much as possible. As Giselle stands in the indestructible safe house, she looks at me smugly. "You didn't just fail to win Mom and Dad over—you'll always be inferior to me as well!" I merely smirk at her in return. After that, I pass the antidote for the zombification virus to the military. Idiots will forever be idiots even after they get reborn. Now that the apocalypse is no longer coming, I'd like to see just how these idiots are going to pay off the loan sharks.

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

A fake heiress exposes her real identity so that I can be found—all because she wants me to marry the crippled man who's supposed to be her husband. She puts on an act before the whole family, wanting to drive a wedge between us. She has no idea we can all hear her thoughts. When she slashes her palm and frames me for it, she's cursing in her heart. "Hit her, you worthless man!" When she falls down the stairs and blames me for it, she's thinking, "Teach her a lesson, you silly old woman!" When she buries herself in my brother's arms and acts aggrieved, she's actually thinking, "He's such a loyal dog." My father, mother, and brother are stunned by what they hear. Then, they're infuriated. I merely laugh and turn away, acting like I don't see anything. I just want to complete this special mission as soon as possible.

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

Three years after being brought back to my family, I jumped off a building. As my soul floated in the air, I wanted to see how my parents and brother, who always despised me, would break down in tears, filled with regret. But my father simply shook his head indifferently and looked at my lifeless body, saying, "How childish." My mother pressed her lips together and sighed in relief, as if a burden had been lifted. My brother stood in front of the fake heiress, shielding her from the gruesome sight of my death. Even so, the fake heiress burst into tears, prompting the whole family to rush to comfort her. I stared in stunned silence for a long time before a bitter smile crossed my face. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I was first brought home.