Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

"But he lied about who is taking the throne tonight. There is no hidden brother. There is no long lost heir." She opened the folder, holding up a yellowed birth record signed thirty-four years ago by Silas Kael himself. "The real heir to the dynasty isn't you, Banjo," she said, her voice dropping into a deadly, horrifying stillness. "And it isn't Cassian. It's the boy sitting in the back of my car."

My shoulders pulled against the stitches. “I need you to work for me.” “What kind of work?” “I’ve looked into you. You’re perfect for this.” She nodded at the phone. “That’s Celeste and my son, Elias. Five months ago, he was in a bad accident. He woke up from a coma a week ago, but his memory is still broken. The only thing he remembers clearly is her.” She tapped the picture. “She disappeared around the same time as the accident. It’s causing problems for the company.”

Lydia had posted a video titled [The Real Daughter Clarifies the Truth Behind the Accusations Against Rachel. In the video, she looked calm and confident as she clearly explained the entire incident between our two families, and she described how kindly I had treated her. My biological parents appeared as well and confirmed that our families got along very well and that it was nothing like what Vicky described. Then my foster father’s company posted an official statement that listed hard evidence of Vicky’s father embezzling company funds and even selling company secrets to competitors. The police should have already taken her father in for investigation.

This time Brandon stared long into Rahman's face, then shifted to Dato Hasim Zailani, who only watched him without cutting into his assistant's questioning. "Answer him, Brandon. Your answer matters a great deal to Dato Hasim right now." Again Assistant Rahman pressed the bodyguard. "Truthfully… yes. Bahar Irwansyah is my real father. I was born of my mother's marriage to a man named Bahar…" Brandon's voice came out thin, and it ran clean against everything churning inside him. But what could he do? The words had already left his lips, and Dato Hasim and Assistant Rahman had heard them plainly.

XAVIER THE FAKE HEIR TO KLEIN'S ENTERPRISE WAS ALLEGED TO HAVE MASTER PLANNED A KIDNAP AND MURDER. Under the post was, ‘Thank you Mrs Morgan for revealing this information. It wasn't long before the news went viral, everyone was quick to throw harsh and hateful comments at him, while acknowledging Morgan for being a good person to have exposed his brother's sins. Olivia etched to comment something under the post, but she discarded the idea. In a span of an hour, it was all over everywhere. The fake heir? Indeed he's fake. I wonder why he acts nice when he's not even a good match for Morgan!

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

Jane frowned, as if she was about to scold me for being jealous and overbearing the way she used to. But I cut her off first, my tone calm. "I know. I only married her because I took your place. She… was always supposed to be yours." Truth be told, I had long since come to terms with it. Marriages between wealthy families were never about individuals. They were about lineage, about alliances, about family standing. When my fake heir identity was exposed, Jane had immediately asked for a divorce. I had cried, made a scene, refused to eat, even threatened my own life with a blade—doing everything I could to force her to keep me as her husband.

"I'm not a fake heir. You've got it wrong." Didn't matter. The live chat tore me apart. [This streamer is wild. We really got front-row seats to rich family drama. First time seeing a fake heir get exposed live.] [They all say "you got it wrong" at first. Give it a sec, he's gonna start begging.] [Yeah I've seen enough. He looks fine but he's def a fraud.] [Look at him. Dude's pathetic. Kinda deserved. Wait—the streamer's the real Lombardo heir? Aight my bad, respect.]

Kael remained stoic, but his grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Over the next six months," Robert announced, his voice ringing with authority. "You three will compete. You will be given projects, responsibilities, and challenges. I will be watching. I will be judging. And at the end of those six months... one of you will be named the Heir." The room erupted into chaos. Cameras flashed. Reporters scrambled. But Riley couldn't hear anything. She looked at Bella, whose face had turned a dangerous shade of red with rage and excitement. Then she looked at Kael.

Was I? Sebastian, the fake heir. Marcus, the wild card. Just then, two of the younger maids whispered nearby, clearly debating. “The Eldridge brothers?” one said, eyes gleaming. “I’m all about Sebastian. He’s the real deal—the heir.” The other scoffed. “Why would you go for the spare heir when you can have the one who actually rules? Marcus is just a spoiled brat anyway.” I froze for a moment, mop halfway to the bucket, listening as they dismissed Marcus like he was nothing.