Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

Scarlett's POV Mom stared at Preston like he'd just told her the sky was green. "Wait." She set down her chopsticks. "Beaumont Group's CEO is in a wheelchair. Everyone knows that. How are you also a hockey player?" Preston didn't miss a beat. He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm and straightforward. "I faked it. The wheelchair, the limp, all of it. There are some things going on with the company and my family that made it necessary for me to keep a low profile. It was easier if people thought I couldn't walk."

"Oh cut the crap!" "After the accident you changed, way too much like you are an entirely different person." She argued. "What's the matter, Ivy? You don't like the new me? Well you are right, ever since that accident, I have changed. I'm the same Rosetta, just... Reborn." "Rebirth, my foot," Ivy spat out. "Who are you, really? You're not the real Rosetta, are you? You're some impostor who's after our money and fame. Tell me the truth, and I'll pay you off. How much do you want?"

“It was a charade.” Alex stared at her. “You said…” “I said what I needed to say,” she replied calmly. “Antonio needed convincing, the Council needed proof and a woman carrying life quiets questions.” She leaned back. “I was never pregnant.” Silence settled over the table, I didn’t feel shocked. I felt cold. Isabella leaned forward again, lowering her voice. “And you already know I’m not the real Black heiress.” I didn’t deny it. “My claim was built,” she continued. “Documents forged, Witnesses paid and Histories rewritten.”

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

I, Judy Wembley, had been reborn one hour before the Fletcher family came to pick me up. Just like in my previous life, Daisy Stewart kicked my door open and demanded the paperwork proving my connection to the Fletchers. It was what would have led me straight into the Fletcher family. "Judy, take a good look at yourself. You're tanned and skinny. The Fletchers are looking for an heiress, not some stray they picked out of a dumpster.

She frowned as she wondered whether Eve killed Lilian by accident or if it was intentional. “No,” Tracy replied. “Then…” Lilian started speaking but then glanced at Alaine. “If you aren’t her sister, why are you calling her mother, mom?” “Oh,” Tracy replied, understanding what was happening. “Well, she is a fake heiress. Do you get it now?” Tracy said, stunning everyone. “Tracy,” Alaine said in a low yet commanding tone, as she didn’t like Tracy’s words. Tracy turned to her mother, her eyes staring at the woman with no ripple of emotions. “What? She stole my life. What is there to hide? People will find out sooner or later, or…”

On the third day after the wealthy Silva family took me back, the fake heiress pushed me off the twenty-eighth floor. As I plummeted toward the ground, I was so thrilled that I actually applauded her. I was a little zombie who had been stuck in the mortal world for three hundred years. Food tasted like nothing. Sleep brought no comfort. Even a little sunshine made me emit smoke. In my next life, all I wanted was to be an ordinary person who could enjoy fine food and sleep in on lazy mornings. The Grim Reaper had told me that as soon as this body was well and truly dead, I could be reincarnated. As such, I tried hanging myself, jumping into rivers and even sneaking into a crematorium to

In my past life, Mom and Dad force me to jump into a freezing lake to fish out the necklace Ramona Stone, their adopted daughter, dropped. I end up running a 104-degree Fahrenheit fever, lying in bed barely conscious, while my whole family flies off to Solara for a vacation just to cheer Ramona up. I call Mom, trembling and barely holding on, only to be met with impatience. "Ramona is finally in a better mood, Harper. Do you really have to be so inconsiderate? You should just take some medicine yourself." I have no choice but to drag my weak body downstairs to look for medicine. I accidentally fall down the stairs and lose my life. I open my eyes and find myself back on the first day of

She sat at the table and ate lamb while Father screamed at her, and she did not even put down her fork. The Isabella I grew up with cried when a waiter frowned at her. Why was she different now? A chill crept down my spine as a thought came to me but I pushed it away. Impossible. People did not come back from the dead. I did but I was different. I had to be different. I got down on my knees beside the sofa and reached into the gap behind the cushions for the bracelet. First, dust. Then a coin and a hairpin. Then cold silver under my fingers.