Fake Heires Mga Nobela at Kwento

The remorse in Dad's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a rage born out of being deceived. "Well, well, well!" He straightened his body and pointed at Alex, gritting his teeth. "You almost fooled us! Kelly is kind. How could she have done such a thing? That monster Naomi even dares to cash in by pretending to be dead!" Kelly hid behind Dad, giving Alex a mocking sneer. Alex's hand slowly fell on his twisted and deformed left leg. "Do you know how I broke my leg?"

His good eye widened, the realization of the trap hitting him like a physical blow. He was a fraud. He had never touched her. He had never seen her naked, he was not married to her, and he certainly was not the father of the boy sleeping upstate. He had fabricated the entire husband narrative from London to secure I* Technologies' telemetry assets. If he tried to challenge this fake document, the court would demand a DNA test—and the second his DNA failed to match Aiden's, his entire global lie would be completely incinerated. He would be exposed as a public fraud, his racing division would be ruined, and he would face immediate prosecution for corporate extortion.

“If not for my brother, Lance, I would never have had the chance to be adopted into a good family, or to achieve what I have today. He’s my hero. There’s no way he’s a thief. “For Clive to smear him like this. He’s lost even the most basic sense of decency.” Public opinion flipped instantly. [Goodness. A 250-dollar bonus? That’s insane! The guy brought in 30 million in sales, and that’s all they paid him? The Lewis family is cheap as hell!] [No wonder he left. I would’ve done the same! They underpaid him, framed him, and even had him beaten. That’s beyond disgusting!] [So, Lance is the real heir all along? They treat the fake one like a prince and the real one like a peasant. Now, they’re ge

“Oh, I didn’t mean that. I’m so sorry Steve. I didn't mean to insult you. This is just the way I talk sometimes, tactless. I didn't mean to insult you. Please forgive me. OK?” He flashed a smile. “You are forgiven.” “Alright, let’s go back to your offer. How long do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? And for what purpose may it serve you?” I asked, eager to know why he needed a fake girlfriend? “This coming June, on his 70th birthday, my grandfather on my mother's side, would like to choose an heir to his real estate business empire. Two of my brothers are competing. They were both married and had children. I used to be a playboy and got addicted to gambling in my past. But I’m no

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

"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...

I let my housekeeper’s son, Blake Livingston, stay at my house. Instead, he went to school and stole my identity, pretending to be me. One afternoon, our housekeeper, Fanny Livingston, brought food to school. When I reached for one of the containers, Blake said sarcastically, "Finn, this is the food my family’s housekeeper made for me. I may treat you like a brother, but that doesn’t mean you can just help yourself." Listening to our classmates whisper about me, I knew that in my previous life, I would have simply walked away. I wouldn’t even have bothered explaining myself. Unfortunately for him, I’d been reborn. Right in front of everyone, I dumped his lunch over his head. "You stay i

"I did it! I was the one who tampered with the surgical records! I was the one who secretly increased the dosage of Leon Forester's anesthetic! I just wanted to kick Jamie out! I'm the only son of the Lachman family! "Dad! Mom! Hurry and help me destroy the evidence! Sever the nerves in his hand, Winona! No one will be able to expose my lies once he's crippled!" Matthew started cackling like a madman. His crazed words spread like wildfire online since Winona's livestream was still going. "What the hell? What is this crazy twist? The fake heir framed the real heir!" "She severed the nerves in his hand? You're so cruel, Winona. You ruined your savior's life for the sake of a liar."

Jane frowned, as if she was about to scold me for being jealous and overbearing the way she used to. But I cut her off first, my tone calm. "I know. I only married her because I took your place. She… was always supposed to be yours." Truth be told, I had long since come to terms with it. Marriages between wealthy families were never about individuals. They were about lineage, about alliances, about family standing. When my fake heir identity was exposed, Jane had immediately asked for a divorce. I had cried, made a scene, refused to eat, even threatened my own life with a blade—doing everything I could to force her to keep me as her husband.

He continued adding fuel to the fire. "Let me tell you—I've handled countless fake heir cases like this, and these wealthy elites truly are the best at tormenting people. "When they come for you, they'll disfigure you and send you off to the brothels to be played with. You'll waste the rest of your days away there! They'll be here soon. Just you wait!" I curved my lips into a knowing smile. "Alright, I'll wait for them. But you two had better not run off!"