Fake Heires Novels & Stories

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow

"Sure, go big, I like it. Consider it my down payment on backing you as the Wade heir." "Pleasure doing business." After hanging up, I called my private legal team and authorized them to handle the asset mortgage. Once that was done, I turned back to the television. The financial anchor was still analyzing Stevens Group's troubles in a grave tone. But in front of me, the tide of the comments had already started quietly turning. [Wait, why do I get the feeling this fake heir's actually got something going for him? He's super calm under pressure.] [Mortgaging everything he owns? Is he insane? Win and it's champagne; lose and he's flipping burgers?]

He went on to say, “As you know Reid’s sole heir has returned after twenty years. But don’t you wonder if he is the actual heir or a fraud one?” Only then did Zac had a light frown on his face. He also stopped playing with his pen. Aidan noticed Zac's change of expression, and the corner of his lips curled up slyly. He said again word by word, “I am quite sure that this man called Xander Reid, who claimed himself as Reid’s only heir is fake. Everyone in this country knows that Mr. Owen Reid is looking for his long-lost son. Maybe Xander was also aware of this. And now he is deceiving Mr. Owen Reid.”

Liam wasn’t playing around. And then there was the proposition itself – a fake engagement. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Liam Harrington, the enigmatic, borderline-reclusive billionaire, needed a fake fiancée to appease his parents and secure his inheritance. It sounded like something straight out of a rom-com, not real life. But here he was, offering me a role in his personal soap opera.

But cold sweat started to creep down the back of his neck slowly as he clicked on the website address and waited for the web window to open. And Hunter's heart sank. The first page of the web is filled with his enormous photo and the most gruesomely written headings; HUNTER LOUISE THE HEIR OF LOUISE CORP. HAS FAKED HIS DEATH. Hunter's lips thinned reading the headline of the news. He scrolled down the screen quickly, looking at more photos of him in some of the most disgusting poses. The bitch was beside him, holding him possessively. He looks pretty stoned in that photo. He hugged the bitch back and kissed her bare shoulder. One of his hands was on the bitch's shoulder, and his other hand w

Although Mia wasn't particularly interested in the heir document, she had no intention of allowing Sharon and Maya to persist in flaunting their arrogance. Mia was set on thwarting their plans. Timothy narrowed his eyes slightly, choosing not to respond. Sharon hurriedly explained, "Ms. Lane, please don't misunderstand. This document is fake." Mia deliberately opened the page, displaying Timothy's signature. "It's signed. How can it not be real?" Sharon exclaimed, "Mia, this document is contingent upon you having a child. But the child in your belly is a fabrication, simply a lie devised to convince Grandma to agree to the surgery."

"When I went to the battlefield against the rogues…which was clearly his plan…he also faked a herb that he asked me to find to heal my dad." "David was a traitor all along. He stole all the swords that belonged to my grandfather…he is not supposed to take over the throne because he is not on the list." "I have royal blood in my system. I am the legal heir to the throne and none of you have the guts to take it from me!" There I stood, challenging each of them. I had enough of David's bullshit. He was exaggerated and his lies were getting out of my hand. David gasped in a low voice, he was faking all of it.

Now that would bring troubles. "That..." Mikhail took a deep breath. "Hamiltons never owe anyone. From my understanding of what grandpa said... Ms. Hopkins is entitled to a lot of money... I mean she might be richer than you... I mean your Fitzgerald wealth. But if you return, you will be easily a billionaire as a reigning monarch. There really is a stash of treasure..." Mikhail stopped seeing Jeremy, not listening to him anymore. Jeremy sank into his thoughts. "Any other heirs... illegitimate claims?" Jeremy looked at Mikhail.

He became puzzled and wondered why she wanted to impersonate me. He realized that it was likely the key condition that allowed her to tamper with memories. She could tamper with the memories of whoever mistook Melanie for me. Melanie turned around and saw Francis’s dazed expression. She whispered, “Frank, why did Scarlett ask an AIDS patient to stab you with a bloody syringe? Does she want you… to get AIDS?” Hence, Francis confirmed that the term for Melanie’s system to tamper with people’s memories was to mistake her for me.

"It's already everywhere." I stood frozen as Leo handed me his phone. The screen glared bright with headlines "SERENA VALEHART SECRET EXPOSED — FAKE HEIRESS USED BROTHERS FOR MONEY!” Below it, a photo of me smiling awkwardly beside Adrian, stuck up next to a second image of Damian looking solemn and heroic. The caption underneath made my stomach drop: “Ex-husband reveals shocking truth about ex-wife’s fabricated identity. Sources claim Valehart brothers were deceived by a cunning impostor.”