Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

“Don’t you?” I pulled my shoulders back. “I do, actually.” Before Bianca could speak, I turned to face the crowd. Pointing at her, I said, “Bianca is an imposter! She’s been lying to you all for months—she’s not the female Alpha! I am!” The crowd murmured again, but silenced quickly when my father cleared his throat. “The girl speaks lies. Bianca is my heir.” “The girl?” I whipped my head around to glare at him. “All my life, I was your heir, your only true daughter! Bianca is the child of an affair and not a legitimate heir to the throne!”

I exclaimed, clutching the folder to my chest. He smiled sadly and shrugged. “It was all part of a plan to make sure that you didn’t mess up. Thankfully you didn’t do anything rash with the fake documents, but here are the real ones and you can have them,” he said. He gestured to the folder with more papers inside. They were certificates of ownership, bank statements, patents, and other legal documents that proved that I was the sole heir of a fortune that belonged to our late father, who was a genius inventor and a ruthless businessman.

Since Silcierra's mark glowed brightly in a white light, then the true heir of Mythacierre is a male. A joyous laughter filled the Gaurdous hall of the three spirits who's in joy knowing that the heir of Mythacierre is alive. The news they had already heard, was fake just to kept the heir from danger of knowing who he was. "Let take this news to the king. He will be ecstatic hearing this overwhelming news" Spirious said.

“Because I wanted you. Because you made me feel alive when everything else was falling apart. Camilla missing, the blackmail, the scandals… you were the one thing that felt good. I didn’t see my daughter. I saw a beautiful young woman who wanted me back. I was selfish. I was blind. I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.” He straightened up slowly. His eyes were red, wet. He reached out and took my hands this time. His palms were damp and shaking. “Listen to me. You are my true heir. My real daughter. I’m going to fix this. I’ll give you the mansion…the big one on the hill. It’s yours. And I’ll create another business line just for you. Full control. Shares, everything. You’ll have more than Claire an

“You can’t seriously be suggesting a fake marriage, Michelle.” “Why not? Pretending this relationship was real has worked so far. Why stop now?” She asked, gaze unwavering. She was serious. “No,” I shook my head. “A fake marriage? That’s too far over the line.” The heiress stood, coming around the island as she spoke. “Will your father peacefully accept losing his chance to build a permanent connection with Hughes Industries?” She asked, voice harsh and unbending. “My parents will be disappointed, but they’ll easily find another wealthy heir to make their son-in-law.”

As for why it ended up being nine sons… The master had just stroked his beard and said it was a secret. With so many "real heirs" and a bunch of impostors claiming to be the real deal popping up so often, it only made me, the fake heir who'd grown up by Mother and Father's side, all the more precious. On top of that, I had a sweet tongue and said all the right things. It was only natural that I was favored. While Mother and I spoke, Jean returned with the bowl.

"My name is Essa Kane. I've told you that. I've given you proof." "Your proof is forged." I stepped forward, my heart pounding but my voice steady. "Your name isn't Essa Kane. It's Natalia. You were created in a lab, trained in isolation, and programmed to replace the real heir. Celeste made you. Valentina used you. And now you're standing in front of the council, trying to steal a life that was never yours." "I am the real heir!" The duplicate slammed her hands on the table, her eyes wild. "I have the blood. I have the documents. I have everything!"

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

Isolde's expression became hard to read, as though she were listening to a melodramatic plot unfold. "The classic real-and-fake heiress?" She pointed at herself. "You're saying I'm suddenly not my mother's biological daughter?" Was this a joke? If anyone else had said it, she would have dismissed it outright. But given Viper's confession, what reason did he have to fabricate such a story? "If what you're saying is true, does that mean I can inherit the Valeciels?" A glint of excitement rose in her eyes. "Endless wealth? God-tier medical skills?" A windfall out of nowhere? It was something worth celebrating.

Hope was his too. Jonathan’s. Not Gregory’s. Never Gregory’s. The middle thing had given the false family its final, most intimate exhibit — and the real father had, once again, been asked to wait in the margin until the world was ready to stop lying about the inventory.