Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility Novels & Stories

I'm sure Sebastian will take good care of Hazel. I took the suitcase from the rogue king's hands and looked at it carefully. I pretended as though I was trying to remember the passcode because I was buying time so that the plane could get far enough. Slowly, I entered the passcode and the suitcase opened.Nikolai grabbed the suitcase from my hands,he looked at the crown closely and I saw a frown on his face. I know he could differentiate fake from original because he was working closely with my father. "It's fake!"He said loud enough for the rogue king to hear and before I could blink,the rogue king was holding a dagger on my throat and I could smell the poison on it.

They closed in, seizing my arms and forcing me down toward the shattered glass and spilled fortunes. "Down on your knees! Lick it up!" "Or jail now!" A wave of degradation and agony engulfed me as they grabbed my head and shoved me down. Summoning every ounce of resolve, I jerked my head up and rasped, "I'm the exclusive successor to the Lane Group. Janet Lane is my mother!" There was a stunned pause, but an explosion of derisive howls followed. "Did you hear that? The Lane heir?" "Tycoon mom? He is delusional or brain-fried to spout nonsense."

I had endured 98 tests he set for me—working menial jobs, donating blood, cutting off friends, getting injured, and even giving up my research grant. I eventually discovered he had been pretending to be poor all along, and every hardship I faced had been a deliberate setup. Meanwhile, he had been extremely generous with the campus belle, Yvonne, buying her cars and houses. My heart had turned to stone. I refused his 99th test, broke up with him, and moved abroad. The crowd didn't notice the shift in Nicholas' expression and continued to mock me. Suddenly, he spoke in a frigid tone. "That's enough. Throw her out. I don't want to see her face."

Instead, she walked calmly over to Finn and placed it directly into his hands. Finn was confused at first but smiled, understanding. He turned, walked to Mandy who took in her lips. He went down on one knee. "Will you spend forever with me?" he asked. The gathering erupted into cheers. Nearby, Alina leaned into Aiden. "I can’t believe everything worked out so smoothly after the ups and downs." He smiled, pulling her closer. "I can’t believe I married the best woman ever. Even though it all started as a fake relationship. One good lie" He said instead.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

It felt as though a giant hand had wrapped around my heart and squeezed. The pain was so intense I could barely breathe. I looked at him, eyes red, and forced out every word through clenched teeth. "I didn't do anything wrong! You all know exactly what happened! "I wasn't born to be some family's fake heiress! I have a family too! If you're all so afraid I'll compete with her, then I'll leave! That way you won't have to keep putting on this ridiculous act!" The words tore away the final layer of pretense.

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

"I don't want your dirty money." Then I turned and walked toward the road. Jack's voice exploded behind me. "Bella! Don't you dare walk away!" I didn't flinch. Just kept walking. Straight to the airport. What Jack didn't know? I'm the heiress of the Beaumont family—the powerhouse behind Beaumont Group. He faked being broke to screw with me? Fine. I'll show him what it means to go really bankrupt.

I had done nothing wrong, yet here I was, being trampled by people who twisted truth as easily as breathing. Why? Because I looked poor? Because I didn’t have the kind of status they respected? One hand grabbed my arm while the other forced it behind my back. I struggled with everything I had, but how could I, alone, fight off two trained men? My arms were wrenched behind my back, the cold restraint already tightening around my wrists. Brian spoke slowly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Regretting it now? “If you’d just admitted your mistake from the start, returned Luna’s watch, and gotten out, it wouldn’t have turned this ugly.”

My friends were going to completely lose their minds. Especially Clara. That girl never stopped posting fake luxury pictures online pretending she came from old money. Well… It was finally my turn now. I immediately switched on my camera and started recording. “Hey guys…” I said softly in a fake rich-girl accent while flipping my hair back dramatically. “So I finally moved into my new place…” I slowly turned the camera around the living room to show everything clearly. “The interior is honestly giving my kinda vibes and I’m totally obsessed…” I laughed softly afterward.