Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"

"Come on. With your size, you're going to be a bodyguard?" I teased her with a sly look. One laugh and a few words later, we arrived at the event. As soon as Brianna walked in, she quickly pulled me aside and whispered, "See that one over there? She's the heiress of Hackett Group, a multinational pharmaceutical company. If you can win her over, we'll secure the project for sure." Just then, an old acquaintance caught her eye. She immediately turned to greet them with a bright smile and muttered under her breath, "Go grab a bite. I'll come find you once I've handled this."

He optimized. The Gulfstream’s cabin hummed with sterile calm. Nathan declined the steward’s offer of espresso—too acidic before takeoff—and opened his encrypted email. “Board Memo: Reagan Stock Plummeting. Acquisition Potential?” Attachments bloomed: police reports, paparazzi shots of Brian Reagan’s Maybach fishtailing past cop cars, Jake’s bloodied knuckles gripping a dock railing. Nathan zoomed in. Jake’s Rolex was counterfeit. Of course. He typed a reply: Leverage their debt-to-equity ratio. Prepare bid draft by 9 AM EST. Send.

He started. “Oh, yes. I just moved here some time ago to take care of a few business here.” She replied with the same level of politeness as before. “I see, that explains everything. By the way, my name is Jean, Jean Charme, what is your name, mademoiselle?” “My name is Gilda, Gilda Agavos.” Hearing the last name Agavos, Jean raised his brow. “Pardon me, but could you be related to the Atlas Agavos or a family member of his?”

"My name's Dovette, by the way. I was training to be a scout before all this happened." I accepted the bowl gratefully. My stomach had been empty enough to echo all day. "Raina. I was just... someone's daughter, I suppose." "And what are you now?" Dovette asked. I thought about that. "I have no idea." She laughed, and there was something both sad and genuine in that laugh. "That's honest, at least. Most people would have some story prepared about who they are now, what they're supposed to be doing. But you're just admitting you don't know. I like that."

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

"Back you up? As if you're worth that effort!" Little did they know that Larissa was not just some maid's daughter. She was the heiress of the wealthiest family on the globe, the Shaws. In my previous life, I only found out as I was dying that she had fallen for me at a childhood party. Knowing I was promised to others, she bravely defied her family to get close to me by pretending to be someone she was not. I would not make the same mistake in my new life. Holly and her cronies would get what was coming to them.