Novel & Cerita Fake And Real Heir

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives

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.”

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.

“You really don’t know? Or are you just playing dumb again? Because if there’s one thing you excel at, it’s pretending not to see the obvious.” “You sick bastard,” I hissed. “I knew you were behind all this. I knew it. You won’t get away with it.” “Oh, I already have,” he said coolly. “Ethan won’t stay king much longer.” “He’ll rule until the day you’re six feet under,” I snapped. “Better get used to disappointment.” Kaiser leaned in, lowering his voice. “He’s not even a real heir. He’s the son of a maid.” I blinked. “What?”

That was until this moment, when the endless stream of comments tore apart all my illusions and their disguises. There was never any real or fake heir. They brought me home and spoiled me on purpose, all just to ruin me through indulgence. And the parasite parents who raised me had happily taken the money from the Zimmermans. They were more than willing to “sell” me to a wealthy household as entertainment. “Levi, why aren’t you saying anything?” Maddie squeezed my wrist hard, the grip faintly vicious. “You’ve seen the paternity test now. That should put your mind at ease. Even if you stop studying and never read another book, you can still live comfortably as the heir.”

Khianna dragged her mom while holding her Hello Kitty mini-fan aimed directly at her face. Lia smiled at her daughter. "Does my Princess feel hot again?" "Yes." Khianna politely answered her mother. Lia just shook her head and smiled at her. "Okay, let's mommy carry you baby." Lia immediately smiled and greeted the two guards. They did the same, but it seemed their security teams were new. Because they don't know her anymore and her problem is that she didn't bring her vip owner's I.D card. "Hello, um, guard. I'm one of the own—"