Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Mga Nobela at Kwento

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

At the restaurant, she had changed out of her business suit and walked toward me in a white dress, her smile gentle and sweet. It had been so long since I'd seen something this beautiful that, for a moment, I felt dazed. After we sat down, we reminisced about old times and talked about our days in college. Seeing the smile on her face, I couldn't help but smile as well. Just then, the private room door was suddenly kicked open. Claire stood in the doorway, her eyes red. "Simon, you bastard! We've only just broken up, and you already have someone new! You said you would love me for a lifetime—did you ever think about how I would feel?"

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

"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!"

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

He must be a big shot to afford that kind of watch. But that’s not the issue right now. My heart pounded so fast I thought it might burst. What if he told them what happened last night at the bar? What if that’s the reason he’s here? Mom and dad don’t even have ny idea that I was at the bar last night. If anyone will find out about it, the most respected heiress title will be a hot topic in social media. Reina Eliara Sollivierre, the hot model and heiress of Sollivierre corporation just fuck with a random guy at he bar for fun.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside. It wasn't that I was desperate to hold onto this place, but the girl with the dark heart and the white dress had made too deep an impression on me. I couldn't bear the thought of her getting what she wanted. Bella, desperate for sympathy, began to passionately recount the hardships and suffering she had endured all these years. When Bella reached the most painful parts of her story, she was practically in tears. My mother, upset, began to curse whoever had failed to take proper care of her daughter.

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?