Fake And Real Heir Novels & Stories

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.

He lunged at me like a lunatic, screaming hysterically, "Nonsense! Say that again! I'll tear your mouth apart!" He made a fuss, completely losing his composure. Several wealthy heirs and heiresses in the auction hall were also social media users. They watched with amusement as they snapped photos of Jack's face. Some even livestreamed as they whispered amongst themselves, "Gosh, is that Jack Hughes, the influencer with over a million followers? How embarrassing!" "Fake heir confirmed!" Jack's carefully crafted ‘rich heir’ persona was instantly ruined. The auction continued until a shout of, "$80 million!" drew everyone's attention.

He kissed her, then kissed the top of her stomach, and stepped out into the hallway. The drive back to the mansion felt different that night. Miriam’s voice lingered in his mind, steady and uncompromising. You have my approval. The words had given him something he had not expected: a form of legitimacy for the life he was building in the shadows. At the same time, they had raised the cost of failure. It was no longer only Dorcas and the children he would disappoint if he faltered. It was the woman who had raised them and who had now, carefully and conditionally, placed a measure of trust in him. The Ashford mansion stood silent when he arrived. He entered quietly, climbed the stairs, and pau

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!

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?]

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

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.