Novel & Cerita Fake And Real Heir

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

to me on the spot—that I finally believed them. I really was the long-lost heir of a wealthy family. I thought my life was about to turn into one of those "the king returns" power fantasies. Instead, on the very first day I came home, I realized I'd walked straight into something more like The True Heir's Survival Guide… At that moment, the fake heir, Shane, tossed the watch my mother had given me straight into the toilet. "Don't think that just because you're back, there's a place for you in this house."

"We’re going to announce this at the gala in four days. I want the whole city to know. I want every vulture circling my company to see that the Vane bloodline is stronger than ever. Everyone else can stay the f**king clear from us." He held her tight, staring at the ultrasound as if it were a holy relic. He didn't know that the "miracle" in his hands was a two-million-dollar forgery. He didn't know that the "sign" he saw in the ice cream shop was the only real thing in his life. In his mind, he was finally a king with an heir. In reality, he had just handed the keys to his kingdom to the woman who had helped destroy it. **************** In the shadows of the Vane foyer...

he said so I just nodded and held out my hand to the two adults. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Real," I said. Instead of shaking hands, the Real woman suddenly hugged me for a moment, which surprised me. I looked at her in surprise as she pulled away from me. "Your grandmother is right. You looked so much just like your mother," she said, which surprised me even more. "If we're not mistaken, you're the long-lost heiress of the Alcaraz clan, right?" The Real man asked me so I was even more surprised.

— Who is deceiving me? — Direl deceives you. — What? What are you talking about? — Don't listen to him, Your Majesty! — Heikki is not Moriam's heir, it's all a hoax to deceive you... — What? How can you say that? — Because I am the heir of Moriam and Sattir! — What? What stupidity is that? You are a rebel who convinced my son to run away with you! — There is no joke, I came to live in the rebel territory after you sent your soldiers to destroy the village where I lived with my adoptive parents, two of the most faithful servants of Moriam and Sattir!

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow