Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

“All my life, I was your heir, your only true daughter! Bianca is the child of an affair and not a legitimate heir to the throne!” Bianca sighed as the crowd went wild again. She waited patiently for the voices to go quiet, as if she had all the time in the world. “My sister is right about one thing,” she said once everyone was calm again. “It’s true: I was born out of wedlock to a call girl.” Her eyes tightened a little, just enough that I noticed. “All my life, I was not formally recognized as the King’s heir. But now, seeing as our illustrious female Alpha has lost her wolf and misbehaved terribly, my father has finally recognized me. I am the heir now. I have received my inheritance.”

The headlines were eye-catching. "Shocking! The Queen of Livestreaming, Giselle, Is Revealed to Be the Heiress of a Wealthy Family!"

She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale. Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.

The moment I finished signing the documents, I gently slammed them down on the table in the middle of us, to go through them once more. "I suppose this means everything is finalized at this point?" I took up the documents, and as I was handing them back to him, I asked the question. "Yes," he took the documents from me and went over everything to check if I signed in everywhere I needed to. "From now on, you are Carmen Dela Cruz, the heiress to the Dela Cruz billions." He murmured as he handed me a copy of the contract he had drawn up. As soon as he said that, the corner of my mouth turned up, and I smiled broadly. I could see how the direction of my life had simply shifted in an instant aft

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And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.