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She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

Chaewon said, voice hollow. He stared at her. “What?” “She’s wearing a harness under the gown,” Chaewon whispered. “A decoy bump.” “She’s not pregnant,” Jian said. “She’s buying time.” Chaewon’s gaze darkened. “She’s building a narrative. Softening the world. The heiress who ran. The mother who returns. She’s about to take my story and repackage it for an empire.” “Why now?” “She’s activating her inheritance,” Chaewon replied. “Because someone just confirmed it was never me.”

"She's a master mind definitely, a fucking red serpent in a sea of blood she bleed, She strikes me as one since she was able to stay with you those years without actually feeling the guilt so definitely, she's a smart ass and a big problem, she wouldn't show herself definitely till it's big and hot and out," "Now, you are Araceli, the heiress to the wealth of the second most powerful family in the whole of the business world, you are assumed to be the calm smart ass beautiful angel, we are going to utilize that for our advantage, and that's how this is going to work out," Yandel pitched smiling proudly.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Yvonne watched him with a glint of admiration in her eyes. If it weren’t for the constraints of her status, she might have publicly declared him as her fiancé right then and there. At her pointed remark, murmurs began rippling through the crowd. Some recognized Stellar and started whispering about the infamous “Harlow family’s fake heiress” scandal. “So that’s the Harlow family’s fake heiress? I barely recognized her since she dressed like this.” “The fake heiress? Didn’t she disappear after rumors of her catching some disease from fooling around with men? How did she even get into this gala? What are the security guards doing?”

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

It was almost 12:00 am She saved the document and closed it, feeling a small sense of satisfaction. Then, instead of shutting the laptop completely, she clicked around absentmindedly. Old files. Archived links. Things she hadn’t looked at in a long time. That was when she saw it. An old headline, saved in a forgotten folder. She clicked. The article loaded, and she laughed under her breath almost immediately. WILFRED HEIRESS CAUSES STIR AT RACING EVENT — Sources Say Billionaire’s Daughter ‘Unapologetically Reckless’

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted — between us, between the walls of this office, between my careful control and the raw, forbidden tension that now hung in the air. And I knew, with a sinking certainty, that this was only the beginning. I was a fake heiress entering a world of power, lust, and danger — and Alan Sterling was the wildfire I couldn't put out.