Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility Novels & Stories

“You are standing incorrectly.” “I’m relaxed.” “You look lazy.” “Confidence often does,” I said smoothly, smirking at a passing noble who quickly looked away. Fia’s eyes narrowed. “You are enjoying this too much.” I shrugged. “I earned it.” “You inherited it.” “Details.” A wolf from the northern pack stumbled past us, already drunk. “Crown Prince!” he slurred. “Howl with us!” I grinned. “Later. I like my dignity intact.” “That has never stopped you before,” Fia said.

I happily obliged taking his arm and entered. As soon as I stepped in my breath hitched for two reasons. One looking at all my relatives after a long time as I'm not good with people in the first place. And two, that is the main reason.... Nick... oh gawd! He looked so breathtaking. I felt all the more nervous that I'd have to walk up to this man. He makes me feel all mushy inside. He was dressed in complete white top-bottom. He held both his hands in the front. His face had a fake smile, but he frowned finding his Dad next to me and then as if he understood he painted the same old fake smile on his face. Do I have to reconsider my decision? He tried to convince me for his inheritance. Not b

I tried to act calm as I arrived at the bank and shook hands with the manager. It became harder to act calm as he looked at his documents after I had told him my name and he shook his head. ‘I’m sorry ma’am,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Mr Hart exempted your name from part of the inheritance.’ ‘What do you mean?’ My eyes widened. ‘It means that you aren’t acknowledged here anymore,’ he shrugged. ‘Maybe there’s been a mistake?’ The rest of the things he said just faded into the loud ringing in my ears. I didn’t know how long I sat still, trying to understand everything.

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

" Oh, please !! You call that a dress?? It is just too... " " Nothing is wrong with the dress... c'mon, you will look very pretty In that. Please wear it for me." " No, I don't want that dress. You always do that. Always find a way or the other to manipulate me and then persuade me to wear the stupid dresses you get for me. I will not wear that. " " Now that is a serious acquisition. When did I manipulate you darling? " he faked the angry look. " Why?? Didn't you pack a bag full of clothes for me and then kidnapped me to take me to our honeymoon. "

"But now trouble has come to my doorstep. The kind of trouble that involves my star attraction. So I need to know exactly what I'm dealing with." Inés's mouth fell open. "You... you knew?" "That your ID was fake?" Uncle Clifford laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Baby, please. You think I'm dumb? That I wouldn't recognize a doctored license? That lame-ass name you gave me... 'Ruby Moleskey... did you pull it straight out of a telenovela?" He shook his head. "I've been in this game for twenty years. I've seen every scam, every lie, every desperate girl with a story."

It was not about me being a fake heiress… It was about the imposter son! Casper was the imposter!

I was wearing my leather jacket over a black button-down, a giant middle finger to the sea of penguin suits below. My phone buzzed in my pocket. 11:42 PM. In eighteen minutes, I’d be nineteen. In eighteen minutes, the trust my mother set up—the one my father had spent a decade trying to find a loophole to dissolve—would legally drop into my lap. It was the "winning" move. With that money, I could buy Lila a life that didn't involve Sterling bribes or Vale threats. I could buy our freedom. “You look like you’re planning a heist,” a voice said beside me.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

"I did it! I was the one who tampered with the surgical records! I was the one who secretly increased the dosage of Leon Forester's anesthetic! I just wanted to kick Jamie out! I'm the only son of the Lachman family! "Dad! Mom! Hurry and help me destroy the evidence! Sever the nerves in his hand, Winona! No one will be able to expose my lies once he's crippled!" Matthew started cackling like a madman. His crazed words spread like wildfire online since Winona's livestream was still going. "What the hell? What is this crazy twist? The fake heir framed the real heir!" "She severed the nerves in his hand? You're so cruel, Winona. You ruined your savior's life for the sake of a liar."