Fake Heiress Real Obsession Novels & Stories

It was the time she removed Sapphire’s coat and pushed her to go and dance on the stage, the woman only followed her orders and she started to do a video recording of the scene with a smirk on her face, the video only showed hers, Oliver's face and the club so the glasses must on the doctor's face. “Have it in mind that this woman didn't know anything about what she is doing, she isn't lucid enough to know right from wrong, it is a miracle that she survived after, we only saw that dance video, we didn't took notice of the slow movements, the imperfect movement, the bad way she danced and how unfocused her eyes were, we would normally notice these things of it was a regular stripper who was o

With each circular sway of her forearm, the window lowers an inch, revealing her gleaming, chocolate eyes. "Get in, loser." Mean Girls...? Really? "You're not Regina George. Not driving that dinosaur." Her eyebrows tick upwards with a grin. "Who would've guessed? The heir to the Bass' conglomerate watches chick-flicks." "Not me." I clutch my bag, sludging my feet from their invisible cement prison. "My mother is very fond of rom-coms." "Suurree. However you like to justify it to yourself." She flicks her wrist, pointing her thumb outward. "Throw your bag in the bed and let's get on the road."

From her house. “Hey babes,” Janelle cooed to the camera, her voice switching from venom to sugar in a heartbeat. “I’m standing inside the Westwood mansion right now. You won’t believe who I’m here with. The side chick who forged Darius’s will to steal everything from me!” Alaya shot to her feet. “You need to leave. Now.” Janelle spun the camera toward Alaya, who was standing behind the desk with her arms crossed. “There she is,” she said, pointing like she’d just found Bigfoot. “Lying. Manipulative. And now a criminal.”

“Scheming Socialite Stages Accident to Embarrass Real Heiress—Instant Karma!” “Manipulative Heiress Exposed—Rich Girl Strikes Back!” “Heiresses Clash at a Lavish Party—The Shocking Reason Revealed!” “Two Wealthy Heiresses Fight Over a Man!” “Sisters Turned Rivals—All Because of Love!” Mia scrolled through the trending topics online, shaking her head. “These video titles just keep getting crazier.” Lena frowned. “Wait, does the Jasper family just allow videos like this to go public?”

The words caught in my throat as the next headline blazed across the massive screen: “Rose de Montclair: The Fugitive Heiress — Exposed.” No, no, no. This can’t be real. This is a fucking nightmare.

Kingsley’s hand settled at the small of my back the second we crossed the threshold. Not possessive enough to be vulgar nor casual enough to be accidental. It was proprietary. My spine stiffened instinctively, but I didn’t dare pull away, cameras were everywhere, hidden and obvious, lenses catching reflections in polished surfaces. This wasn’t just shopping. This was a theater. I leaned into him slightly, letting my shoulder brush his chest, my smile sharp and practiced. I could play this role in my sleep. The cold heiress, the untouchable fiancée. My blue eyes were bright with a joy that never quite reached them.

"No, of course, not! Why would you even think of that? I'm only here for business, babe. She's the heiress of the Ash & Glamour Group, Clarissa Moore." My eyes widened in horror, as the name sink into my head. "What?!!"

“We had a contract. I was her painter. That’s all.We weren’t friends.” Barnes studied her face. “Then why would an heiress call a freelance artist in the middle of the night? Especially when you are not ‘friends’” He made air quotes in sarcasm but Lena was too tired to get annoyed. “I don’t know.” Barnes exhaled through his nose as he slid a photograph across the sheets. The image was grainy and a bit blurry but it was unmistakably her and Amara on the cliffs.The headline stamped below it read:

Gabert did not react at all, completely unaware that I had already removed his clothes. The comments said that in this story’s setting, the male lead would only fall for a vicious heiress. In that case, all I had to do was become one. [Splash cold water on him to wake him up later, then whip him until he kneels and begs for mercy, got it?] [Then, step on his face and make him admit he is your dog, understand?] I was taken aback. However, I nodded. I had been given a second chance, and this time, my role was a vicious heiress. I could do it!

Pricing. "We don't do cosmetic work," he said. "I'm not—" "You're Ava Hale." He tossed the bloody gauze in a bin. "Saw the video. Nice swing." A pause. "Stupid. But nice." He turned a tablet around. The video was already playing. A girl in black silk, screaming, rock coming down on glass. Again. Again. The headline: Hale Heiress Humiliated. Blackwood-Vale Merger Leaves 'Placeholder' in Rain.