Fake Heiress Real Obsession Novels & Stories

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!” Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants. Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery. Later, I was kidnapped. The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!” Then I rolled down the window and waved at everyone outside. “Hi! My uncle told me not to make any noise!” By the time we’d driven three bl

I took a shaky breath. “But I don't know how to stop myself.” I leaned closer to the photograph. “Is this what obsession feels like?” My eyes burned. “Because I don't think this is just a simple crush anymore.” I paused. “I'm eighteen. I should know better.” My fingers curled against my knees. “But how am I supposed to know what I'm feeling when I've never been allowed to experience anything like this?” I looked back at my mother's face. “I don't have anyone else to ask.”

I have to get out of here first. I lay back on the mat on the cold floor. I need to find out if anyone else has ever been banned from the resort after fucking around with her. I need to see if she has a past. I need help. The first call when I get out is to a private investigator. I am going to get that bitch. She will pay!

"You gonna tell her to keep away from the guy?" "I did." "Bang-up job so far," Niccolo muttered with a sarcastic thumbs-up. "You bring her back to New York, and then what? You're gonna get serious with her? Ask her to marry you?" I shut my tired, stinging eyes and reclined on the couch, the bottle of pills in my hand ready and waiting to be emptied. "The fuck do you want me to say?" "Just saying...your mother's no stranger to your father's obsession with collecting young mistresses. But, twenty years later and she's still with him." Niccolo pulled a face. "I just don't get how and why some women put up with that shit."

It felt so gruesome to be reminded of who I actually was but I wasn't the scammer that they were imposing me as. "You don't know us but we know you more than anything. We know women like you that tag around billionaire's like my future husband, Justin Carter just to get money and popularity." She batted her eyelashes. "Hey baby." One of the men came towards me and patted my shoulder painfully which made me wince, "I can fill you with the total satisfaction you want if you come to me. I can be all yours, right women?" He looked at the women and they blushed. Whores! "I have a high status in this company too and you can get all the wealth and savor that you want from me. I'm damn hot, baby gir

Outside the grand hall, the online world was on fire. T*****r, TikTok, F******k, Instagram—every major social media platform was flooded with videos, photos, and posts about the mysterious yet powerful heiress, Jenna Anderson. One trending post read, #JennaTheHeiressUnveiled, showing a side-by-side picture of her elegant appearance at the gala and an old candid photo from her days as the humble Mrs. Hidalgo. "I can't believe Rex Hidalgo let go of this queen!" one user wrote on X (formerly T*****r).

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

I had to know. I packed every cloth I could lay my hands on and some shoes, a few hundred dollars in cash and ran down the stairs, I grabbed the keys from the driver and hightailed it out of the mansion. I had to know one thing: who exactly is his secret obsession?

Fucking hell! “You know exactly what I’m talking about now, don’t you? I just need to show them what I saw.” She chuckled. “Do you know what will happen if the world finds out?” She gestured. “The world’s most renowned billionaire having an illicit relationship with his…” she leaned in again, “…sexy niece.” “You can’t do that, Hailey.” “Then I’m back.” She laughed. “I’m back to take my place.” She added, wrapping her hand around my neck. “Did you not miss me? Why the long face?” She laughed.