Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

“The meeting is over. We’ll reconvene at a location that Rebecca will most graciously send across. Enjoy the rest of the night.” They nodded like robots, heading out through the path I had come in, except Rebecca. She was still standing in front of him, her goddess-like features blazing through the night. Oddly, she reminded me of Lydia, and I hated to admit, the kind of woman Shawn seemed to be into these days. “Before you leave,” he called with the same low tone. But they stopped. And I had a feeling they always would. “Don’t forget to enjoy the night at the club. We’re in Vegas, after all. We might as well make good use of it.”

“You’d better give me a very good reason.” I took a deep breath. I contemplated telling him that I had been reborn, and I knew certain key events of the past, but I didn’t know how believable that would sound to him. “I have the ability to see glimpses of the future.” The words tasted strange on my tongue. It was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care. His expression didn’t change. “I can help you become the Alpha King,” I continued evenly. “In exchange, I want you to make me second only to you.”

I don't even get to sit in my car when notifications start bombarding my phone. I unlock my phone and freeze at the messages. Fake identity: Aria Sterling exposed as heiress, Zara Winterborn. Billionaire Adrian Leighton’s ex-wife returns from the dead. As I read, more notifications keep flooding in. Elite Scandal: Winterborn heiress hides secret child and fakes death. Truth exposed. The headlines keep getting more and more cruel. My hands tighten around the phone as my heart tries to burst out of my chest. No. This can't be happening right now. The media is already dissecting the story.

If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. In my previous life, at the company's year-end gala, I'd won a prize ticket worth a hundred million. Overjoyed, I shared the news with Isla. Who could have known that as she was looking at the ticket, she'd slip, fall into the river, and be swept away to her death? Guilt had consumed me. To make up for what happened, I had raised her little daughter with all my heart. To avoid gossip and also to honor Isla's will, I married her husband, Felix.

"I've been watching you, Mia. Waiting to see if you'd do anything different. You haven't." Two weeks from now. He knows. He actually knows. "Are you—did you also—" "No. I'm not reborn. But I believe you are." He says it so matter-of-factly, like we're discussing the weather. "Your father mentioned your strange behavior lately. How you've been anxious, jumpy, staring at people like you're seeing ghosts. I did research. You match every pattern of someone who claims to have lived before." "That's insane."

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

--- **SOPHIA** Catherine's legal team made a move the week before Saturday. They filed a motion to have portions of my testimony excluded on the grounds that it relied on events I claimed occurred in a previous timeline, arguing it was inherently unverifiable and prejudicial. Rebecca called me immediately. "It's a smart move," she said. "If they can exclude the rebirth-related context, your testimony becomes a series of actions without adequate explanation." "Can they succeed?" "Possibly. The judge has been careful. She'll want to hear arguments." Rebecca paused. "They're also filing a character motion using Vivian Cross's old articles. The ones about your gallery practices and aggressive ac

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

"But it doesn't matter. On graduation night, I'll arrange an 'accident.' Even if it's not an accident, as long as she's dead, as her fiancé, I'll take over the Leona family's West Coast shipping lines." "Oh, you're so bad, baby. We can go to the Maldives then," the woman purred. "Yeah, with that dumb bitch's inheritance." I hit the record button on the communicator, watching the red light blink, until every single word they said was captured. The next morning, I made a call from a phone booth: "Sofia, this is my 'engagement' gift to you. Listen to it, and then be the queen you are again."

"Ha. Your private conversation was just broadcast live to the whole party. Want to come out and address your guests?" Their faces went white as paper. The hall dissolved into chaos. "The family brought her back, for this?" "The real daughter. They brought her home just to harvest her kidney?" "Those medical records were purchased by Linda. That's fraud." The relatives who'd spent years performing perfect respectability were whispering furiously to each other, all pretense gone. A few moments later, the family came stumbling in. "You did this?" Mom drew a breath and tried to salvage what she could in front of everyone.