Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

“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.”

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

I was stronger, but fighting a whole army of werewolves wasn't going to be a winning battle. “You are right, Ann,” Stella moved closer, circling around me as she snapped her fingers. “I have a son…” she paused. “But your elders and the people are a little hesitant on having true blood as the heir of the Bond moon pack.” She glared at me and continued. “We both know my son isn't true blood, he's barely a half blood of this pack so they won't let him rule,” I gasped aloud in realization as I covered my mouth. Everything now made sense to me. My son was the true blood of my pack. That's why they needed him.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

“Why would anyone care about me?” “Because,” he said slowly, “you are my only heir.” My heart skipped a beat, only heir. Meaning— Everything The wealth The empire The power All of it… Would come to me. “I don’t want it,” I said instinctively, the words slipping out before I could stop them. It was too much. Too sudden. Too overwhelming. His eyes softened. “You may not want it,” he said gently. “But others do.” A cold realization settled over me. This wasn’t just an inheritance. It was a battlefield. “You don’t have a choice anymore, Daphne,” he added quietly. “The moment that test came back positive… your life changed.” I looked away, my hands clenching slightly.

Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but clearly fascinated. "No gold eggs, sorry! But some of them lay eggs with blue shells – does that count as treasure? Father says they're special because only our black hens lay them." He pointed proudly toward a section of the coop where several dark-feathered chickens were pecking at the ground. "And I know all their personalities – there's one hen who likes to sit on my shoulder while I work, and another who always steals corn from the goat pen!" Eirene tugged on her mother's hand, bouncing on her toes as she spotted the firs

“Who was the one who brought you back? And who was the one who taught you that you should fight me for the company as soon as you returned?” Lilian immediately panicked. “Don’t try to drive a wedge between us. I came back because I am our parents’ biological daughter. I wasn’t fighting for anything. It was already mine. If I had grown up in our family, I wouldn’t be any worse than you. What makes you so special? With the conditions I grew up in, if you had been in my place, you wouldn’t have lasted a week.” I laughed. “Even now, you still will not tell the truth?” I turned to Jack. “Even you don’t know how she ended up back by your side, do you?”

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