Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

He must have flown all night. "I heard you found your family and took over the company," he said with that stupid lazy smile, as I motioned for him to sit down. "The whole Paris circle is talking. 'The Laurent Princess went home and ate her biological family alive ‘ Sophia called me. She said you might need a friend who isn't trying to marry you or invest in you." He joked. I gave him a look and he grind. He sat down, looked at my office, and whistled.

She fixed my veil and said, "Don't cry today, sweetheart. It will ruin your makeup." The Moretti mansion sat on top of a hill outside the city. It had tall black gates and men in suits standing everywhere. Every one of them had a gun under his jacket. I could see it. My hands were shaking the whole time I walked up the stairs. The wedding didn't happen in a church. It happened in his bedroom.

"Your biological parents passed away too soon. If they were here, they'd never let you suffer like this." Unable to hold back my own tears, I wiped my face while looking at Edith with determination. "Grandma, don't worry about me. For Halle, I'll stay strong," I said firmly. Meanwhile, Micah, the fake heir, kept coming to see me, always saying we were the same kind of people. Like me, he had fallen from grace, and the parents who raised him for over 20 years treated him even worse than my own did. "It's a miracle," his parents said. "Our real son turned out to be the refined and accomplished Timothy.

An ear-piercing clanging rang through the air. "Drop the act, Jamie! You're a Lachman, and yet you have such a despicable character! You want money, don't you? I'll give you as much as you want as long as you save Matthew. But you have to come with us now!" Although I was their biological son, from their perspective, I couldn't even worth the dirt on the shoes of Matthew, the fake heir they had raised for the past 20 years. They were determined to squeeze the last bit of usefulness out of me, even though my right hand was already ruined.

He only knew that the real and fake heiresses had returned to their biological families, but he had not paid attention to the story beyond that as he was busy making a living. “The fake heiress died, and the head of the Fisher family is also dead. The real heiress is said to be returning everything to the previous matriarch’s line, but the new head hasn’t officially taken over yet. These wealthy families will do anything for power and profit, you know.”

“Absolutely not.” His brow arched. “Why not?” I sat up slowly, heart pounding in my chest. “Because it’s too risky. You know I’m not really their daughter.” I’d faked it. Every test, every story. All those years ago, I had slipped in with forged results and stolen truths—blood that didn’t belong to me. Blood that belonged to her. Celeste. She was the real heir. The real Lancaster girl. And if anyone dug too deep… if the wrong match ever surfaced...

Agatha said with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Sarah frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked them. Agatha increased her smile, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We presented the elders with a fake heirloom. The real one is still out there, and if Lunaria finds it, she'll become the heir." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine as Lillian pulled out a necklace. "This is the fake heirloom," she said, holding it up. But as soon as Sarah saw the necklace, she let out a scream.

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS