Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Novels & Stories

For a moment, I saw when her smile faded a little and when it came back, it was already as bright as the sun does, as if there were no problem in the world. “I see… you’ve heard about it.” She let go of the wine glass as she crossed her legs. “Considering our situation, it’ll be an easy sight to put your interest in.” She suddenly motioned her hands in the air. “The famous heiress of ZBC broke off the engagement with her ‘unwanted’ fiancé. Hilarious, isn't it?” “Unwanted?” Now, that peaks my interest. “Hmm…” She sipped to her drink before answering me with an emotionless smile. “You probably haven't heard the part that his mother and half-sister don't like me?”

She saw Dana cozying up to a wealthy heiress and recently acquiring more designer handbags and cosmetics, which she proudly displayed in her college dormitory. "A wealthy heiress?" Mia asked. Mia's mind immediately jumped to Maya; she understood that Dana wouldn't act without a motive. Gina retrieved her phone. "I've even found some photos for confirmation. It's undoubtedly her, the heiress of the Lane family, the one who's trying to steal your husband." "Indeed, it's Maya." Mia instantly recognized Maya in the photos. However, Mia hadn't detected anything suspicious during this period, as Dana had always maintained the facade of being a supportive friend in her presence.

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

Big time. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "You're an heiress to one of the most powerful companies in Canada," he said, his tone shaking with frustration. "Do you even realize who you are? This life you’re living, it isn’t worth it. You don’t have to put up with him. You don’t owe him anything."

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

I smiled faintly, raised my glass, and continued my introduction to the guests. The banquet ended smoothly. Everyone now knew that the Hartley family's biological daughter, Amanda Hartley, was intelligent and gracious. And that imposter? She was just a lunatic who spread lies about others. From now on, she'd spend the rest of her life haunted by those very lies. I strode forward and pushed open the villa doors. In the warm glow of the lights, Mom and Dad came walking toward me. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Amanda, happy birthday!"

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

"You want me to pretend to be you." "For one night. One gala. You smile, you stand next to him, you let people take pictures, and tomorrow I'm back and none of this ever happened." Isabella's hands were shaking slightly, and she pressed them flat against her thighs as if she could will them still. "We look enough alike. We always have, nobody’s going to be looking that closely at a fiancée they've met twice." "Why can't you do it yourself, Isabella. The real question. Not the gala — why can't you be in a room tonight."

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.