Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Novels & Stories

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

She closed her eyes, and Lucas kissed her forehead, ready to leave, Somehow rejoicing at her obedience. She'd normally pester him about her unanswered questions. But then, her voice halted him as soon as he got to the door. “Daddy, can you tell Mommy that she's not my real Mommy? So she'll stop bothering us.” More like punishing Tracy for her lies. Once Lucas revealed that he knew the truth, not only would Heidi's family fight for his daughter’s ownership, but the enemies would come after her. Once the world knew that she wasn't only an heiress of the GK Group but also that of the AG Group, they'd target her.

Everything about him screams danger and yet here I am, trying to make a business deal with him. "I'm glad you've thought about my offer. I heard your little boyfriend is out of the hospital now. Although, I can't help but wonder why you need my help if the bills were already paid for," he said. My throat went dry as I recalled the way Heather hugged Theo at the hospital. How she's using that debt to make my boyfriend do whatever she wanted. I wanted him out of that. I want Heather out of the piture. "That is none of your business, Azrael," I said -- hissed -- at him.

As if blaming him for letting things slip out of control. So they knew each other. Of course they did. These two men, who, on the surface, had nothing to do with one another, had joined forces behind my back—all for the sake of a fake heiress. Together, they had destroyed my previous life. The next second, Dominic yanked my arm hard. "Eliza, are you out of your mind?! You're wearing muddy shoes! That car's worth millions—what if you damage it? Can you afford to pay for it?! Don't go causing trouble just because you got carried away. I'm not going to clean up your mess!"

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

right until I picked up my phone. 52 missed calls. All from Penny! “Penny?” I said the moment she answered. “What’s going on? Why this much—” “V,” she cut me off, breathing hard. “Check the links I sent you. Right now.” I didn’t even question it. I opened our chat, clicked on the first link— And my heart stopped. “Manhattan Elite Society Scandals Again: The Whitmore Heiress Caught in a Secret Romance with Two Billionaire Brothers on the Malibu Coast.”

The drive to the hotel is tense for some reason, and my intuition insists on the possibility of a trap. What if I was wrong? My last experience trusting a woman almost cost me my head, and I wasn’t entirely sure that the heiress felt as strongly for me as I did for her. I did threaten to kill her, openly covet the hotel, and blackmailed her into a marriage I have no intentions of letting her out of. She’d be a damn good actress if it turned out to be a trap. I could see her plotting to the end with Devries, ending my reign to seize control of my routes and assets.

Then her gaze shifted to me. Logan immediately placed a hand around my waist, pulling me gently closer. “Mom,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “This is… my girlfriend Amelia. She's the Heiress and CEO of Connells ENT, and she is a hardworking and intelligent woman ... .loved by many, envied by many too, she.. im sure you already know who she is,” he added. “Yes, I do,” his mom said, her smile widening. She reached out and pulled me into a hug before I could even say a word.

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]