Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

One moment he'd study how steep the stairs were, the next he'd tap the edge of a step with his toe, muttering to himself the whole time. I leaned against the living room wall with my water and watched with real interest. [Here it is! The classic stairs tumble!] [I'll guess: the fake heir pushes the real one, gets caught by the parents, and gets disowned on the spot!] [Wrong read up there. Clearly the real heir's about to stage a fall and pin it on the fake one!] [Anyone want to bet when this fake heir takes his fall? It's finally happening! My heart's racing!] So that was it. I pushed up my glasses, finally understanding. It seemed Chelsea's lecture hadn't sunk in at all.

He looked at me, eyes wide, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Kael, I was under her control. Everything she told you was false.” I froze for a moment. The words sank in, and I lowered the sword slightly, still tense. Lucan stepped forward, holding a bundle of documents. “He’s telling the truth,” Lucan said. “Here are the real documents. You are the next heir. Everything else was a lie.” I blinked, my hands shaking as I took the papers. Proof, finally. My eyes scanned them quickly. Everything was correct. I was the rightful heir. Relief washed over me, heavy and real.

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

She was desperate. This matter will be discussed privately. No one is to speculate in the family chat. A reply came almost instantly from one of the senior branch elders. It ceased to be private when a false heir was introduced into the bloodline. Another elder added: Mooncrest must verify the report in person. Then the patriarch of one of the branch lines, who rarely spoke at all, sent the message that changed everything. Bring the physician who handled the original examination to the Vale estate tonight. This will be settled before witnesses.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

she shrugged dismissively, and a fire ignited in my chest. Just sex? With my fiancé? In my pajamas? Her eyes glinted, “What's with that look?” Slowly, realization mixed with the mockery as she laughed “You bumpkin. Don't tell me you really think you're Lucas' future wife? That you can so easily forget what you really are!? What do you owe me?!” My teeth grated against each other. I didn’t need her to remind me. Vanessa Caldwell. To the public, we call each other sisters, but everyone in the circle knows what's going on. I'm a fake. She is the real one. The true heiress of the Caldwell family.

I look at him with confusion. I am the real heir? "Are you kidding me? My mother is no other than Melanie. How can you tell that? Asha is their real daughter. You must be mistaken, sir." I insist. "No. I am very sure. You are the real heiress."

Tanya quickly composed herself and stubbornly repeated her claim, "Faye, the so-called heiress of the Lockman family, is a fake. I'm the real heiress who was brought back. You've all been fooled by her!" At that point, Ms. Stark's expression soured. She immediately sent Tanya back to her seat. "Tanya, this is a public school, not some elite private school. If you're trying to bring class hierarchy into this, I will be contacting your parents." The classmates stared at Tanya like she had completely lost her mind. "Even if you're wealthy, it's not like we're getting any of it. Who cares if you're the real heiress?" "Even if Faye were a fake heiress, she's never acted high and mighty about it.

"Part of it was transferred to me under Grandma's orders. Enough to make me believable. But the real accounts, the real money, they’re sealed with his bloodline signature." There was a long pause. “So what happens now?” Ethan finally asked. I turned my eyes to Samantha, still asleep. Her chest rising softly. “They think they’re coming for the win. But all they’re getting is the fake,” I whispered. "That'll only make them mad." "I want them mad," I scoffed. "I want them focused on me, not him. If they sniff out the truth, that real heir will be dead." Ethan was quiet. "Your Grandma knows about this?"