Novel & Cerita Fake Heiress? Try Richer Heiress

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Really odd! “I hate you, Hailey!" Aira snapped and it was like the wind changed. She felt fooled that all throughout the years that we're together. She had no idea that she's living with an heiress. Heiress of well-known shipping and cruise line around the world which she wished she could have the chance to experience.

“Scheming Socialite Stages Accident to Embarrass Real Heiress—Instant Karma!” “Manipulative Heiress Exposed—Rich Girl Strikes Back!” “Heiresses Clash at a Lavish Party—The Shocking Reason Revealed!” “Two Wealthy Heiresses Fight Over a Man!” “Sisters Turned Rivals—All Because of Love!” Mia scrolled through the trending topics online, shaking her head. “These video titles just keep getting crazier.” Lena frowned. “Wait, does the Jasper family just allow videos like this to go public?”

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

"Who would've thought? The reigning queen of the tech world once faced struggles?" "Well, it's difficult to envision her without wealth... Nevertheless, she exudes authenticity." "The Hamiltons are among the wealthiest in the country. What could she possibly be aiming for?" "Regardless of poverty or wealth, she serves as an inspiration to all." "A rich heiress masquerading as someone who grew up in poverty?" "Is this a calculated PR move?" "Yet, there is an undeniable sincerity in her words. Quite intriguing." "What an unexpected twist to the story!" "This woman remains an enigma. I can't help but be captivated."

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

He was a fucking billionaire, made stupendously rich by Jill. Jill. Of course she was a wildly rich heiress. Of course. It wasn’t enough to look like she was chiseled by people making a model of beach volleyball players. And it also wasn’t enough that she was this dead, perfect girlfriend Laura could never measure up to. She was also ridiculously wealthy and had made Dylan and Mike filthy, stinking rich, too? Sharp, bitter laughter echoed up and down the stairs as Laura cackled, mad with overwhelm. She just couldn’t win, could she?

"Larson is a prestigious last name. I heard the world's richest person is a Larson." "That's right," another sales associate chimed in. "I've also heard that the daughter of this world's richest man was lost and that he's been searching for her all these years." "Some people are born into wealth. Sounds like this might be the lost heiress we've been hearing about." The sales associates were quite tuned into the world of high society, so they had heard rumors about Horace. Now, they were excited. Jessica beamed with pride. "Well, I am the lost heiress of the world's richest man!"

"You want me to pretend to be you." "For one night. One gala. You smile, you stand next to him, you let people take pictures, and tomorrow I'm back and none of this ever happened." Isabella's hands were shaking slightly, and she pressed them flat against her thighs as if she could will them still. "We look enough alike. We always have, nobody’s going to be looking that closely at a fiancée they've met twice." "Why can't you do it yourself, Isabella. The real question. Not the gala — why can't you be in a room tonight."

I had completely lost my patience. "I'll say this one last time—I am not some fake socialite. I bought all of these genuine designer items with my own money. I am the heiress of the Vega family in Richstead, and I strongly advise you to let go of me right now. Otherwise, you will have hell to pay if you cross my family." Marlene laughed even more wildly. "You, the heiress of the Vega family? What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" She slapped Hugo's arm in an exaggerated manner.