Fake Heires Mga Nobela at Kwento

The night before our exam scores came out, the fake heiress said it to my face, in front of everyone. "Claire, I hear you're supposed to be some kind of star student. Why don't we compare?" What she didn't know was that I'd known for a long time she was bound to a score-transfer system. In my last life, she set the terms of the bet and had our scores read out in front of that whole room. I became the joke of the city, and the mob online finished me off. "Let's compete fairly. Only the best of us deserves the Bennett name." "When you lose, you give up climbing for good — and I might still find you work as a cleaner." I frowned and waved her off. She onl

She said smugly. " Oh? " He stared at her. " Of course. " " Aren't you Leah Redwood the illegitimate daughter of the family who got pregnant out of wedlock? " He said and immediately Leah's face went pale. She never expected this man to know who she was. " You...! " " Why then do you claim to be the only Heir when you are just an illegitimate daughter? Or are you planning to murder your other siblings? " He queried while staring straight at her.

"Stranger? That man has been your hidden spouse for a very... very... long time." She interrupted me quickly. "You are so lewd but small-minded, Don! The only hidden SPOUSE I have is YOU! How can you leave me to another man to take up that role?" "Melissa, that was in the past... He was... but now, he has shown his face to you as your real fiance. The one in front of you is fake. Are you feigning sober? He is the Heir with the widest community! He has everything! And now... he has you! Why still feigning pretense when you..." I gulped down my voice. The eyes she has for Ezio at the Mall and that on the dancing floor did say it all...

99% A gasp, sharp and collective, rippled through the room. It was the sound of three thousand people realizing they had been participating in a five-year farce. The “Perfect Heir” was a fraud. The child they had toasted to as the future of the Blackwood name was the biological son of the exile, the man they had been taught to despise. Daniel’s face had gone from ashen to a sickly, translucent white. He looked at the High Council—men who had seen him as a successor, women who had envied my “recovery”—and saw only the predatory glint of rivals who had found a weakness.

“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...

“You really don’t know? Or are you just playing dumb again? Because if there’s one thing you excel at, it’s pretending not to see the obvious.” “You sick bastard,” I hissed. “I knew you were behind all this. I knew it. You won’t get away with it.” “Oh, I already have,” he said coolly. “Ethan won’t stay king much longer.” “He’ll rule until the day you’re six feet under,” I snapped. “Better get used to disappointment.” Kaiser leaned in, lowering his voice. “He’s not even a real heir. He’s the son of a maid.” I blinked. “What?”

But she isn’t who she claimed to be. I fell for Prudence Kateri. But all along, she was Alexa Hills. Daughter to one of the richest families in the world. Their estate in New York alone is worth more than I care to mention. I close my eyes. Pain creeps in. I was fooled. Lied to. Over and over again. Even when I asked why Helia distorted her face, she never told me the truth. But, why was she hiding? Why did Helia fake her death?

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."

Ruth dropped to her knees and put on her best pitiful act. "Mom, please, give us your blessings. Micah and I grew up together. Our feelings for each other run deep…" Mom shook all over with rage, too angry to get a single word out. I watched this ridiculous scene and tightened my grip on the baseball bat. I laughed derisively and said, "Micah, you're seriously out of your mind." I swung the baseball bat hard into his shin, my expression instantly turning into one of grief. "She's a fake heiress, but you're a true heir! How can you screw your own parents over for an outsider? You've let this vixen scramble your brain!"

"My name is Essa Kane. I've told you that. I've given you proof." "Your proof is forged." I stepped forward, my heart pounding but my voice steady. "Your name isn't Essa Kane. It's Natalia. You were created in a lab, trained in isolation, and programmed to replace the real heir. Celeste made you. Valentina used you. And now you're standing in front of the council, trying to steal a life that was never yours." "I am the real heir!" The duplicate slammed her hands on the table, her eyes wild. "I have the blood. I have the documents. I have everything!"