Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

Just days before our wedding, I was told that my fiancé, Matteo Ferrara, had died in a car crash. The car had been completely destroyed. The only thing his men recovered was a bloodstained diamond tiara. His father, the Don, pressed a pistol to my forehead and growled, “If Matteo hadn't been rushing to give you the tiara he designed himself, he would still be alive!” His adopted older sister, Isabella Ferrara, was at the Don's feet, playing a video of Matteo's last words as he sank into the sea. “Don! Matteo's last wish was for Layla to live! Please don't kill her. Let him rest in peace.” So I was locked in the Ferrara family's punishment room and made to kneel for 72 straight hours. They

I tried my best to dispel this awkward tension between us. “You’re as dramatic as ever. Are you planning to go into acting or something, Tyler? Can we just be normal for once?” Right then, the door opened. A beautiful woman stood in the doorway with her mouth agape. She had an odd look on her face. The way Tyler and I were standing together totally gave the wrong impression. I wanted to change her perception and make this look like two brothers having a fallout. “You’re nuts, Tyler! I’m the only heir to the Levesque family. Don’t be greedy for something that you can’t have.”

I'm Brixton's most notorious spoiled heiress. All because I refuse to back down in a feud with my nemesis, I keep raising my bids at the auction, making sure no one can outbid me. Dad is so furious that he cuts off my cards and throws me into the family business to experience real life. On my first day at work, the department happens to be doing a thorough cleanup. I stare at the spin mop, genuinely baffled. "How do you wring this thing out?" Sandy Melville, another intern who started at the same time as me, gives me a condescending look. "Seriously? In this day and age, there are still people who don't even know how to use a mop? If you're going to put on airs, at least have some

The Sullivans, one of Delston's richest families, are coming to the orphanage to find their long-lost daughter. Before they arrive, my childhood friend, Alex Jenkins, hands me a gold pendant. "Mr. Anderson said you were wearing this when you were first brought here. He told me to return it to you." Comments suddenly begin appearing one after another in front of me. "Wait, Alex gave Olivia's pendant to Rhea? Is he seriously trying to pass Rhea off as the Sullivan daughter?" "Of course he is. Olivia's pregnant. What rich family wants its long-lost daughter showing up pregnant and unmarried?" "They'll let Rhea take her place until Olivia has the baby. Then Olivia can come back, expose her,

But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate. *In the event of Elias Rhodes predeceasing the testator, or dying without direct issue within ten years of inheritance, all assets shall pass to any proven biological heir of the extended Rhodes line, including but not limited to any heir not previously publicly acknowledged.* She read that sentence three times. Below it, in a separate addendum dated two years later, in her mother's solicitor's hand: *Liora Adaeze Rhodes, born* and then her birth date, and the name of the hospital, and a DNA verification reference number attached as an exhibit.

Arthur snapped out of his shock. The mask of sweetness and obedience he'd worked so hard to maintain cracked wide open. He grabbed Claire's arm, shaking her. "Mom, this isn't real. They're lying to you—say something! Fight back! Cillian must have bribed the lab. He was afraid I'd take his place, so he faked all of this." His voice started to tremble as he spoke. "Why? I should be the Harrison heir. I should be the one...

"So that's what happened! He sold himself to save the company? No wonder the real eldest son backed out. The fake heir pulled the ultimate pity play and stole his fiancée!" "I knew Ms. Moore would never willingly give up the Shane family. Turns out she got trapped by this manipulative little green tea man." "Now this is getting interesting. The real heir versus the scheming fake heir who clawed his way up. What a mess." The reporters' cameras swung wildly between Christine, Michael, and me, desperate not to miss a single micro-expression. Christine's face had gone beyond merely ugly. I tightened my grip on Haylee's hand and smiled brightly at her.

"I've gathered more than enough proof. If anything happens to me, it gets sent to every major news agency on the planet." "Get out," Dexter's voice was a low, deadly growl. "Get out of my kingdom." "What?" "Take your child and get out," he said, striding past her. She stumbled back, hitting the wall. "You're insane!" she screamed after him. "That's your son! Your heir!" "An heir born without a Luna's blessing is no heir of mine," Dexter said, turning his back on her without a second thought. "I'm going to find my real queen."

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl