Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

"Mia, this is like if Shakespeare and a soap opera had a baby and then that baby did cocaine. This is beyond dramatic. This is operatic." Despite everything, I found myself smiling. "You have such a way with words." "It's a gift," she said modestly. "But seriously, what the actual fuck is happening? How does someone just fake their death and then waltz back into society as a completely different person?" "Money," I said simply. "Enough money." "And Taylor? How did that manipulative bitch go from convicted felon to billionaire heiress?" "DNA testing, apparently. Turns out she's the biological daughter of Marcus Field."

She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, the way Jane had taught her. "You're Jane Blackwood now," she told her reflection. "Start acting like it." As she turned away from the window, the platinum wedding band felt heavy on her finger. It reminded her of the fraud that had led her here and the man who would eventually return to claim what was rightfully his.

Allison's eyes flushed red in fury, she gritted her teeth and kicked Elizabeth with her right leg which made her loosen her grip on Allison's hair and fall on the couch. Allison spun around to face her lying on the couch. “I wouldn't have done that if you had known your place.” She said, running her hands through her hair to put every strand of it back in place. Elizabeth's eyes looked with shock and disbelief etched on her face. “I didn't steal anything from your son and I owe him nothing. Mrs. Reynolds, don't you dare cast an aspersion on my integrity.” Allison yelled out before finally leaving the house. As she trudged towards her car in the compound, she felt happy and energetic. From th

“The woman you see is Valerie’s body. But the soul inside, the mind, the heart… that is Nadia. Our true mate.” “No,” Gaius breathed, looking from me to his parents and back. “No, that’s not possible. Valerie is right there!” I couldn’t bear it anymore. I pushed up the sleeve of my dress, revealing the intricate, glowing silver tattoos that swirled up my arm, the Dawnfire marks. They pulsed with a soft, otherworldly light in the dim study. “These are not Valerie’s,” I said, my voice gaining a little strength. “These are the marks of my true father’s bloodline. The Dawnfire line. I am a reborn soul. I am so, so sorry.”

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

"I'm not sick! Mother, you have to believe me! Please!" Two servants grabbed Isaac, one on each side. He thrashed wildly, kicking and swinging his fists. "Jared Reed, I hope you die a horrible death! Just you wait! I won't let you off! I'm the real heir! I'm the—" Isaac's words revealed a lot. Mother couldn't make heads or tails of it, but I was widely read. I immediately knew what he meant—he had been reborn. Well, well. A story about real and fake heirs had just turned into a reborn real heir going up against a transmigrated fake heir.

She turned the handle and slowly opened the door revealing my sister. Vanessa had taken over the company and I was left to wallow in my recovery phase after that fateful night, but it wasn't too bad. I had found myself back in the life I had abandoned, with all the old habits I hadn't really lost, but the most important part -Sebastian’s niceness. I used to think he was made of stone, ready to tear down any obstacle that came his way, no matter how big. But now... he was…

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]

He snatched the bread slices off her tray and shoved them into his mouth. After starving all morning and fueled by the rage of what'd happened the last two days, she lunged at him to snatch it back and shouted, "You psycho!" The man stopped chewing and stared at her expressionlessly. Then, he reached out and grabbed her outstretched right hand. With a sickening crack, he snapped her index finger at a grotesque angle. A pained scream that sounded like the cry of a dying animal escaped her throat. Here, all the tricks she'd learned pretending to be insane, including the fake screamings and bluffs, meant nothing. All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence.

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi