Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Novels & Stories

“You probably haven’t. You don’t really do the whole love thing, right? Feelings, relationships… they’re all too messy.” He still says nothing. Just listens. “I would’ve died for Zane. Once.” My voice drops. “I just never thought my brother would die for him instead.” Silence again. Only the soft sound of water moving as I swirl my fingers through the bubbles. “Remember when I said that article wasn’t real? That it was all made up?” I let out a breath. “Yeah, I lied. I am a Vanderbilt. The Vanderbilt. Billionaire heiress who ran away from her life because she couldn’t face the mess she made.”

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?]

"So that's what happened! He sold himself to save the company? No wonder the real eldest son backed out. The fake heir pulled the ultimate pity play and stole his fiancée!" "I knew Ms. Moore would never willingly give up the Shane family. Turns out she got trapped by this manipulative little green tea man." "Now this is getting interesting. The real heir versus the scheming fake heir who clawed his way up. What a mess." The reporters' cameras swung wildly between Christine, Michael, and me, desperate not to miss a single micro-expression. Christine's face had gone beyond merely ugly. I tightened my grip on Haylee's hand and smiled brightly at her.

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.

“SOCIALITE ISABELLE LAURENT ARRESTED IN BLACKMAIL SCHEME” “FIVE BUSINESSMEN CHARGED IN CONSPIRACY AGAINST MARCUS THORNE’S WIFE” “SHOCKING TAPE REVEALS PLOT TO DESTROY MANHATTAN HEIRESS” Manhattan heiress. The press didn’t know about her Accardi connection yet—thank God—but they’d found out she existed. Her photo was everywhere, pulled from old charity events where she’d stood beside Marcus looking decorative. “Oh God,” Elena whispered. “It gets worse.” Dante scrolled down. “Marcus released a statement this morning.”

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

On my birthday, the family's fake heiress threw herself into the sea. She left a suicide note saying she was giving me back my rightful place in the family. I'd already spent every day in the Carter house walking on eggshells, and in a single moment her death dropped me straight into hell. My parents hated me. "We brought you back into this family and gave you everything. Was that still not enough for you? Why couldn't you let her stay?" My brother blamed me. "You were raised in foster care like some wild animal. You don't belong in this family at all. Chloe was the one who begged us to bring you home. Don't you have an ounce of gratitude?" Not one of them mentioned that my life of suppo

He started. “Oh, yes. I just moved here some time ago to take care of a few business here.” She replied with the same level of politeness as before. “I see, that explains everything. By the way, my name is Jean, Jean Charme, what is your name, mademoiselle?” “My name is Gilda, Gilda Agavos.” Hearing the last name Agavos, Jean raised his brow. “Pardon me, but could you be related to the Atlas Agavos or a family member of his?”

“ Yes I know who she is….” “ No sweetie , you clearly don’t. You’re planning a mating ceremony with a stripper Kayden.” “ I said I know.” His face didn’t move. But something flickered in her eyes and he could see it. “ So you’re telling me you’re getting married to a fucking stripper huh ? Is that what it will take for you to love huh Kayden.” She said letting out a laugh of disbelief. “You don’t remember, do you?” Silvia said, voice low and venom laced. “I worked at that club too before you met her. I was the show. I had the money. The clients. The power. They called me the Queen of Smoke.”

she shrugged dismissively, and a fire ignited in my chest. Just sex? With my fiancé? In my pajamas? Her eyes glinted, “What's with that look?” Slowly, realization mixed with the mockery as she laughed “You bumpkin. Don't tell me you really think you're Lucas' future wife? That you can so easily forget what you really are!? What do you owe me?!” My teeth grated against each other. I didn’t need her to remind me. Vanessa Caldwell. To the public, we call each other sisters, but everyone in the circle knows what's going on. I'm a fake. She is the real one. The true heiress of the Caldwell family.