Fake Heiress, Real Trouble Novels & Stories

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.

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”

“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.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.