Fake Heires Novels & Stories

Ivan had a tough expression on his face as he pointed a finger at my nose and cursed at me, "You ungrateful wretch! I think you just can't bear to leave the good life in the Shaw family and want to cling on and refuse to leave." Casper stood at the side watching the show, his arms folded. He was enjoying every second of my being given a hard time. I tilted my head and smiled at him. "The fake heiress is an ungrateful wretch, alright, but I'm not a fake heiress." Casper panicked at once. "If it's not you, who else could it be?" I let out a cold laugh. "Is there a chance that you're the one who's the real imposter here and has tak

It'll be more exciting here. Mom and Dad staggered back in shock. Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief flooding his eyes. "It's fake! This is all fake!" Claire screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I don't even know them! I never sent those messages!" She grew more distressed as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you lying about me? I don't know any of you." "Lying? We're not lying! The chat logs are right here!" The man shoved the chat logs in their faces again.

She cuts my remarks off instantly. "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy's dad posted a post for his son? Why?" She laughs loudly. "I think his kid has just recently been cheated on by his fiancée for like two years or something. His dad wants him to be happy again or to help increase his self-worth. I'm simply going to be a rebound. It's perfect. I don't want a meaningful connection with this man, I simply want to be compensated. Guess how much he is prepared to pay me to be his false girlfriend."

"Elizabeth, I won't let you talk about Yvonne like that. She's nothing like you. She loves me for me. She was even willing to take out an eight-million-dollar loan for me before she knew I was wealthy." I let out a cold laugh. "Nicholas Hunt, you really are naive. Yvonne knew exactly who you were from the start. That's why she seduced you. "Why don't you take a look at her ex-boyfriends? Every single one is a wealthy heir. What makes you think you're the one exception she made for love? You're an idiot."

In it stated that, “Serena Whitmore had faked her own death in order to defraud Damien Holt of his legitimate assets. She had fled the country under a false identity. She had subsequently ingratiated herself with a dying billionaire and positioned herself as his heir. She had then used that inheritance to conduct a hostile acquisition of companies connected to her former husband's holdings, which constituted continued financial harm to an identified victim.” The documents supporting this were, in the places that mattered, authentic. The death declaration records were real — I had them filed and I knew they were good and authentic.

Instead, I picked up my phone and unlocked the screen, letting the stark blue light illuminate my face. "You mentioned the trust absorbs St. Claire Enterprises under the sole management of the eldest living legitimate heir." "Yes," Valerie said, her icy patience wearing thin. "Which is me." "Unless," I continued, tapping the screen and turning the display toward Sterling, "the primary heir is legally disqualified by reason of fraudulent corporate impersonation." Valerie’s eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" "You said you secured the offshore holdings while Vanessa played the ghost in the mansion," I said, feeling the dangerous weight of Killian standing behind me.

By noon he had a working theory he disliked for its elegance. Dorcas had never fully severed the old bond. The children had never fully stopped belonging to their father. Gregory’s provision had become the soft infrastructure that allowed everyone to avoid a clean break. Jonathan remained close enough to carve toys and be lonely. Dorcas remained secure enough to perform a new family. The boys learned to call the funding source *Daddy* while the blood source stayed in reach. Hope arrived inside that arrangement and was claimed by the man who paid the bills. The DNA results had only made the underlying economics visible. Hidden transfers were the plumbing of the deception.

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

I was abandoned at a werewolf orphanage the day I was born. But one look at me was all it took for a witch to predict that I'd grow up rich. After I posted a notice searching for my birth family, the second- and third-wealthiest werewolf packs came forward and took me in, one after the other. When the first pack's fake heiress forged messages to make it look like I'd leaked pack secrets to a rogue, I turned the tables by uncovering evidence of the rogue's crimes. My adoptive father, Alaric Sterling, rewarded me with control of three mineral veins. When the second pack's fake heiress slit her own wrist and accused me of draining

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.