Novelas y relatos de Fake Heires

Just days before our wedding, I was told that my fiancé, Matteo Ferrara, had died in a car crash. The car had been completely destroyed. The only thing his men recovered was a bloodstained diamond tiara. His father, the Don, pressed a pistol to my forehead and growled, “If Matteo hadn't been rushing to give you the tiara he designed himself, he would still be alive!” His adopted older sister, Isabella Ferrara, was at the Don's feet, playing a video of Matteo's last words as he sank into the sea. “Don! Matteo's last wish was for Layla to live! Please don't kill her. Let him rest in peace.” So I was locked in the Ferrara family's punishment room and made to kneel for 72 straight hours. They

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

“What… What is this?” Stephen did not expect his mother had hired a lawyer as well. “Hi there, Mr. Vanderbilt. I’m Madam Vanderbilt’s lawyer, Mr. Headler. Madam Vanderbilt had entrusted me to come over with Vaenna’s equity transfer contract. Please do take a look at this.” Stephen was stunned. And his expression could not help but dim when he saw that the official heir mentioned in the share transfer contract changed. It was Hector now. Anyone who knew a thing or two about any share transfer contract would have recognized that the contract was a fake at first glance, so how could Stephen not be able to do so?

Ford to brief him on the situation and mention the USB drive. He chuckled warmly on the other end of the line, his voice full of affection. "As long as you're happy, Ally! Adrian deserves whatever's coming for him!" Since Mr. Ford was so supportive, I decided to go all in. The next day, the internet did a complete 180. Yesterday's hate campaign against me mysteriously vanished, replaced by a new trending topic that dominated the list. #AdrianFordCaughtCheatingWithFakeHeiress

“What? You don’t want to talk about your miracle child? The one that doesn’t exist?” The room stirred, like a beast waking. Men leaned in, whispers hissing like snakes. Giovanni spread his hands. “Yes, it seems young Jack here thought he could fool us all. Pretending to secure an heir, buying a baby like one buys a purebred dog. Paying off doctors to fake DNA results. Quite the scheme. Almost clever.” There were gasps here and there. A low laugh from one end of the table. And Jack’s face went red, then pale, then blank with rage and shame.

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

I pinched it on the side so it wobbled funny. Later, Emily Moreno came out of a door. The girl is our batch mate, but I'm not that close. Because this is one of my rivals with Zedrick who is still dead to my wife. "Oh, hi everyone! The one I've been waiting for is here!” It approached Zedrick and kissed. "Long time no see, Zedrick. You look even more beautiful now." Zedrick smiled. "Thanks. By the way, you're here," replied my husband who was still looking at the chest of the person in front of him because he was almost spitting on the shirt he was wearing as he forgot to wear a bra.

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

I said angrily. “He tried to play smart and showed a fake transaction.”I added. I couldn’t believe this, it was a very despicable character and I felt more ashamed that he was still related to Justin in a way. Something about him seems off from the first time I had met him. He was always pretending and I had noticed. His smile and everything about him seems fake! “The essence of this meeting is to tell everyone that Justin is still the rightful heir of this company and not anyone!” I let out.