Fake Heiress Real Obsession Novels & Stories

That fucking burn in the middle of my chest that screams he lied to you again. He told me he wanted me. So why the fuck is he out there playing house with someone else? I sit on the edge of the bed. The sheets are still warm from when he got out of them this morning. His scent is still all over me. His marks still on my neck, my hips, my goddamn soul. I look down at the phone again, and it’s like the screen is mocking me. Rebecca Cole. Actress. Heiress. Daddy’s favorite. A business genius or some shit. She’s perfect. Clean. Pressed. Groomed.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

That conversation sounded too heated to be one she was having with her agent. Tobias wasn’t sure why, but he suspected Celestine was keeping something from him. However, the suspicion flew out the window the moment he grabbed his laptop and accessed the internet, seeing different articles of Amara, all over the social media. Crawford Heiress Returns. The Mystery of the Crawford Heiress. Synergy’s New CEO. Young and Beautiful, the Heiress of the Crawford Family. There were dozens of articles about Amara and her status. All the pictures were from the party.

Supremo called, just as I placed my hand on the door knob. “I’ve never lost, and this year won’t be an exception,” I shot back. “Overconfidence kills, son,” he replied, moving to take his floss up. Without sparing him another glance, I opened the door and left, banging it loudly behind me. _____ “A particular Kimberly Gioselle is trending online. Rumor has it she’s the heiress of the Gioselle Company. But her face has not been shown to the public yet." Enzo informed me, handing me a glass of wine.

I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start. My phone buzzes again. Zain: If you don’t fix this, I will. Don’t test me. Ah. There he is. The real Zain. I take a breath, and I block him. As much as I’d enjoy him making a fool of himself, I think I love my peace more. I can’t resist the urge to check the news. The Montclair Watchdog, naturally, was the first to go for the jugular: BREAKING: Montclair Heiress Stuns With Secret Fiancé Reveal. Billionaire Dante Moreau Finally Off the Market?

“Seen what?” “Page Six. People. Architectural Digest’s gossip blog even.” She paused. “They all say the same thing.” I closed my eyes. “‘Secret Heiress Architect Linked to Billionaire James O’Connor. Twins. A Sudden Romance. A Hidden Past.’” I stood in the middle of the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear, breath caught between denial and fury. Elijah and Elena were laughing at something across the room, their cereal bowls half-full. Innocent. Unbothered.

She was deep in thought, reviewing the latest reports from one of her father’s many ventures, when the door to her office burst open. Bianca strode in, her face a mixture of concern and urgency. In her hand was her phone, the screen lit up with what Queen quickly recognized as a trending news article. Without a word, Bianca placed the phone in front of Queen, her eyes searching her friend’s face for a reaction. Queen’s eyes narrowed as she read the headline. ***Oswald Escobar Spotted with Mystery Woman: A Night of Scandal for the Billionaire Heir*** Her pulse quickened, and a cold fury began to build in her chest. The article detailed Oswald’s supposed night with a woman, a nobody, a whore,

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”

"What if she gets mad and dumps me?" He flicked water at my nose, grinning. I laughed, thinking of my friends' nosy stares as we left the party. Scrolling through my phone, I stopped at a headline and smirked. "Looking for a ring? Here's your chance." Two headlines stood out: [Wiley Heiress Caught in Scandalous Affair with Married Man] [Wiley Heiress's Messy Private Life: Mystery Man Sleepover] They were out for blood. But Esther clearly didn't know private villas come with top-tier security cameras.

"I'm saying this for your own good! Do you know what you've done by offending the Morrison family?!" "Stanley, Stanley," Alicia sneered, "you always act so smart. How come you're suddenly dumb now? "Can't you see? Khloe's just bluffing! Just because she says she's the Morrison heiress doesn't mean she is. Are there even any photos online of the Morrison heiress? No. She just claims it, and you're buying it? "If she really were the Morrison heiress, then I'd be the richest man in the world!" Alicia's words carried a stubborn defiance.