Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

Seeing that there was nothing left to do, I went into the bathroom and that was when it began. My hands began shaking. I braced my clenched fists against the coin. The monitor’s beeping and the smell of bleach reminded me of my past life so much that the pain I had buried in my mind resurfaced but I focused on something else. “He's alive.” I muttered to myself. “Lucian's father is alive.” From my past life, I knew that Lucian loved his father a lot and the fact that he lost him in my last life weighed on his mind for years.

An Ashbourne property had changed hands within months of my mother's death, buried deep enough that a daughter looking fifteen years later would never find it, would give up long before reaching this exact page. Eleanor dies. I get declared unstable. I disappear into a hospital no one visited for fifteen years, not once, not a single card or phone call in all that time. Claire becomes the Grant heiress in my place, wearing a name and a life that had never belonged to her, stepping into rooms that should have been mine to walk into. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, quietly, methodically, an Ashbourne asset changes hands, moved by someone who understood exactly how much attention a gr

The door slammed shut behind Elena. For several seconds, she didn't move. The man standing in front of her had just said the one thing she had spent the past few days trying not to believe. Someone knew she had been reborn. Her fingers tightened around the folder in her hand. “Who are you?” The stranger didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked past her toward the hallway. “Lower your voice.” Elena's eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question.” “And I'm telling you that if you want to survive long enough to get your revenge, you need to listen.”

"Fake! That's got to be fake! Irene, with AI these days, you can cook up anything. You think we'll fall for that?" Veronica latched onto the lifeline. "Yes! Irene, you're framing us! This is pure spite!" I just smiled. Didn't even flinch. Pulled up another file on the phone. "You say the photos are fake. Then tell me, is the lab report from that underground clinic fake too? Right here, clear as day: the fetus Veronica miscarried shares a 99.9999% DNA match with Marco. So if you're not the father, who is? A stranger that just happened to share every single one of Marco's genetic markers?"

The moment I was pushed off the 99th floor of a building by my adoptive sister, I came to a sudden realization when I saw how my family members defended her. All their so-called love and expectations were nothing but chains that I had self-deceptively put on myself. When those chains were smashed to smithereens, as I lay in a pool of blood, I somehow traveled back in time to when I was fifteen. In this life, I saw Dad and Mom lead Jenny back home once again. However, this time, I was no longer hysterically trying to fight for their favor. Dad and Mom’s bias toward her, my elder brother’s doting brotherly love, and my childhood sweetheart’s tender affection—I didn’t care for any of these.

Now that I’ve had a while to look at her… Is she Sharon Burnsley? That ultra-famous supermodel who worked with the various brand creators back in the days? Is it really her? It can’t be though. Sharon Burnsley went missing and was assumed dead a long time ago so how could she end up here. Moreover, it’s not possible that she’s Reiner’s mother although they pretty much have the same blue eyes… “Umm…are you Sharon Burnsley by any chance?” I asked hesitantly. “In my past life, I was Sharon Burnsley. I died and was reborn when I married the love of my life,” she said before she turned to place a kiss on the king’s cheek.

A person could not possibly have dual identities. “How did Eliza become Reborn?” Chester’s expression turned grim. “She even invested in Ferra Film Group. It’s also Reborn who shorted Jewell Corporation’s stocks. Is Eliza a chess piece used by the real Reborn to fool people?” Chester thought he was smart, but he realized he was becoming confused.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

I'm reborn? "YOU ARE SELFISH AND DESPERATE, BRIANNA!" My lips were parted as I lifted my face to look at Cain. He was angrily looking at me. His face and neck were red and his eyes were dangerously sharp. My forehead creased. What did I… Right! Amber pulled me to the water when she saw Cain coming and pretended that I'm drowning her. "YOU ARE CRAZY, BRIANNA! FIRST, YOU USED YOUR MONEY AND CONNECTION TO EXHAUST HER WITH PROJECTS SO SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO COME BACK TO THIS COUNTRY. NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL HER?"