Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

he pointed, "— I went to choose it with her. It just ended up on your hand." My tears hit the floor. Mom rushed the steps and grabbed Vivien's wrist. Her voice shook. "Have you lost your mind? She's your sister." Vivien pulled her hand away and let out a short, cold laugh. "Sister? She took my life from me for twenty-six years, Mom. I'm just taking it back." "Don't forget — she was the baby the hospital handed to the wrong family. She's the impostor." Vivien's words dug in, clean as a blade.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

Jeremy Cha never expected that Alessandro would attend such a party. He never did attend such an event ever since. It was his father who always negotiated. Now, this time, he took him by surprise. And the most surprising thing about Alessandro's appearance is the real heiress of the Golden Age. The two were apart from each other and he wanted to hook up on the beautiful lady with a beautiful back, but he didn't expect that she's the woman of Alessandro De Alegre. Known as the monster of tycoons.

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation. But as I sat there, my mind flashed back to the day they orchestrated my downfall. Emily and Jessica had been so convincing, so cunning. They had handed me a plane ticket to the USA, claiming it was for my benefit, to start fresh after everything that had happened. I had trusted them—foolishly, naively. It wasn’t until I arrived at the airport that I realized it was all a lie. The ticket was fake. I’d been humiliated, left stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back. And then they had taken everything that was mine.