Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words caught in my throat as the next headline blazed across the massive screen: “Rose de Montclair: The Fugitive Heiress — Exposed.” No, no, no. This can’t be real. This is a fucking nightmare.

“Look at this thread.” On the screen was a popular post in a forum, the headlines blaring in red. “Truth revealed! Fake heiress claims family wealth and pushes real heiress to despair with parents’ help!” Tammy recounted her harrowing story in first person, penning her grief vividly. According to her, she was separated from her parents for twenty years. Following her return to the family, she realized that home was dominated by an adopted imposter. Since the fake heiress was a menace, Tammy installed cameras in the house, but the camera shorted due to the fake heiress’ tampering. Heck, the imposter even tried to drown her in a hotel swimming pool.

“Let the Gala begin.” As the gala progressed, Noah’s hand rested firmly at Laurel’s waist, guiding her through the crowd as though she were his prized possession. He was the heir of the Knight Clan, the Alpha’s son, and so everyone respected him. To the humans, he was Laurel’s husband, who had helped her company through the toughest crisis. People knew his real power, so they gave him respect he deserved, but to the werewolf clan, he was their alpha, the one who controlled their entire knight pack. Every guest present turned to watch them, whispering to each other about the union of a nobody to an heiress. To the world, they were match made in heaven, but to Laurel, it was nothing but a show

I had trusted his logic to be a sanctuary. ​But a sanctuary that requires you to surrender your humanity isn't a home. It’s a cage. ​I pulled up the media feeds. The "Rogue Heiress" story was the top trend globally. They were using a photo of me from the anniversary gala—the one where I was wearing the Sterling diamonds. I looked like a queen in that photo. Now, I felt like a ghost. ​HEIRESS DISCONNECTS: ISABELLA VANE BLOCKS STERLING COMMUNICATIONS.

Even so, I knew very well that the scheming Tanya would not give up that easily. Sure enough, when I returned home after school and saw a black Maybach parked outside the gate, a sense of unease settled in my chest. Just like in those online fiction stories, the fake heiress always came with a fiance candidate. I was no exception. The Gilmore family was one of the most influential upper-class families in the capital, representing a level of wealth and status the Lockman family would never normally be able to reach. However, my sister just so happened to be the Gilmore heir's first love.

Just a little bit of alcohol and I'll be fine. I sneaked out without Ben or my bodyguards. Bodyguards will just a hindrance to me. I drive my own car while wearing my sexy spaghetti dress and high stiletto. I wore my sunglasses the moment I enter the bar. The people gave way to me because I know in one glance they will knew me. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn right?" "Yes...I heard that she got herself in trouble again," "Trouble? Again?" "Yeah...she had a fight with Lauren Hill. You remember the witness in Genalyn Carter's case?"

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

My knees threatened to buckle and shame warred inside me, making both felt like poison. “You see, the jewelry box didn't open. And that makes her not your sister.” Tricia mocks and if the students laughed. A few cheered as if the day’s entertainment had been completed. The principal's expression tightened, pleased to see order restored to her neat world. “Well, the jewelry box must be broken like I earlier suggested. And that is why Tricia, the true Belfort Heiress, couldn't open it. For Yvonne, there was no way it could open it because she isn't anything close to a heiress, she is just faking it all”

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I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.