Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Novels & Stories

“That’s never good.” “Oh, it’s good,” she said, yanking the blanket back. “Scottish Billionaire Heiress Spotted With Infamous MacAllister Twins, that’s the headline. They got photos, babe. Of you. Between them. On the dance floor. Looking like a bloody goddess.” I sat up, rubbing my temples. “Christ.” “Social media’s eating it up. #HeiressInHeat is trending in the UK, #MacLeodMacAllister is all over TikTok…” Cat grinned. “The local gossip pages are foaming at the mouth.”

Below it— Her face. Clear. Unmistakable. Not the quiet version of her. Not the hidden one. The real one. And beside it— Another image. Lena. Smiling. Posing. Living a life that was never hers. Aria’s grip tightened slightly on the phone. Scrolling. Fast. Too fast. Each headline worse than the last. “FAKE HEIRESS DECEIVED ELITE CIRCLE” “REAL BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER HUMILIATED IN HER OWN SCHOOL”

Me, Andrea Vale, pretending heiress turned contract mistress, getting fed strawberries on a billionaire’s lap like some twisted fairy tale. The other part is already counting down the hours until he comes home. And wondering exactly what kind of “test” a man like Tristan Hale has in mind for tonight.

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

"Sure, why not. Show up as a heiress and expect no one to try and kill you." "That's supposed to be normal? How does that even make any sense?" I was in between horny and angry. Pressing my thighs together didn't soothe the ache between my legs and it frustrated the shit outta me. Plus my clothes were too itchy and my skin prickly. "Yes, Caroline. I'd like to understand it too. Just some years ago, you were a broke staff who could barely make ends meet-" "Shut up-" "Now, you're a heiress? I don't know how much Quinn is paying you for this but it's not worth the trouble. You're better off telling the truth now before this spins faster out of control and the next thing you're waking up dead."

It was the time she removed Sapphire’s coat and pushed her to go and dance on the stage, the woman only followed her orders and she started to do a video recording of the scene with a smirk on her face, the video only showed hers, Oliver's face and the club so the glasses must on the doctor's face. “Have it in mind that this woman didn't know anything about what she is doing, she isn't lucid enough to know right from wrong, it is a miracle that she survived after, we only saw that dance video, we didn't took notice of the slow movements, the imperfect movement, the bad way she danced and how unfocused her eyes were, we would normally notice these things of it was a regular stripper who was o

The four of us stared at the photocopy of the property transfer agreement, fear written all over our faces. Our ages matched the real heiress. While we had already tried to claim the family, every single one of us ended up dead. So was there really an heiress here? "Is it possible there isn't an heiress here at the orphanage, and you're looking in the wrong place?" Rebecca Vargas cautiously asked Yvette Warren, secretary to billionaire Orson Cox. The smile on Yvette's face never changed. "Mr. Cox already confirmed it. The heiress is here. We just don't know which one of you she is yet."

Juan remained silent, and Garland guessed, "I bet it's your wife. Shelia, that fake heiress?" Juan paused from lifting his cup. The recent scandal involving the Blair family's fake heiress rocked Seamar City. The real heiress had been involved in prostitution and imprisonment, while the fake heiress had married Juan, causing a massive uproar. Garland continued, "It really is her? I heard she's a killer and has impersonated others multiple times. How could you like someone like that?" "It's not her," Juan finally said. "Not her? Then who? Are you having another affair?" Garland asked, his eyes widening. Suddenly, there was a loud crack as Juan's cup shattered in his hand.

"I doubt it. She didn't know I would show up today. And she's the heiress of one of Sazaar's most elite families. She has too much money to rely on some scheme to pad her wallet. We don't even know each other." "You're in Sazaar now?" Metis snapped, and her focus sharpened. "And you're treating some elite heiress?" "Yes, ma'am." "And then what? The two of you hold hands, do something inappropriate with each other, and she falls head over heels for you?" she demanded. "Is this another one of your harem expansion quests?" I froze. "Wait, no. Please, God, no. Not now. This is an emergency. Can you help me out? Like a remote consultation."

Pricing. "We don't do cosmetic work," he said. "I'm not—" "You're Ava Hale." He tossed the bloody gauze in a bin. "Saw the video. Nice swing." A pause. "Stupid. But nice." He turned a tablet around. The video was already playing. A girl in black silk, screaming, rock coming down on glass. Again. Again. The headline: Hale Heiress Humiliated. Blackwood-Vale Merger Leaves 'Placeholder' in Rain.