Fake Heires Novels & Stories

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

— 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!

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!

“Excuse me?” “I know it’s sudden,” I said, raising my hands defensively. “But hear me out. I’m the heir to AG Healthcare, the parent company of LifePoint Hospital. My father has been breathing down my neck about settling down. I made the mistake of telling him I’d do it this year, and now the deadline’s here.” She crossed her arms, she must've thought I'm one crazy guy. “And you want me to be your fake wife?” “It’s more like a business arrangement,” I clarified. “You need stability. I need a wife to secure my inheritance. We both get what we want.”

I seriously don't know why I'm getting angry over trivial matters. I let go of him immediately and looked away, "If you are still going to the club with me, join me outside immediately or go to the club separately," I say in a voice that leaves room for more conversation. I know we are Alessio billionaires, but we have a boss. My name is Ethan Harrison Green, I'm the son of a Billionaire. I, Petal and Ryder are the Alessio billionaire. My family is the richest, followed by Ryder, then lastly Petal. And so, we accord ourselves the respect of being the leader.

The world was collapsing, and my so-called husband and groom was practicing the art of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Madam Helena stepped forward, her poise like a blade, sharp and regal. “Denver, do not stagger out like some injured bull. This is your family’s shame, not ours. If your family wasn’t so despicable, we wouldn’t be here cleaning the mess. Providing us a fake bride? Denver, how dare you belittle my West family?” I gasped, just like everyone else. A fake bride? Mia was fake? My brain went blank for exactly three seconds. Then, like a badly tuned radio, my thoughts came crashing in with static – a fake heiress of a fake Harrington?

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

she cried out, her voice thin against the wind, "if you don't acknowledge him as your true heir, I'll jump! I'll take him with me!" "Jenica, calm down," Dexter said, slowly approaching her. "Give me the baby." "Calm down?" Jenica let out a hysterical laugh. "How can I be calm? The council told me today! They told me my son's blood isn't pure enough! That he's considered... illegitimate. A bastard, with no true claim to the throne!" "What?" Dexter stopped in his tracks. "You heard me," she said, the madness in her eyes darkening. "Elder Erin announced it. Because we don't have a sacred mate bond, our child is worthless to them."

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.