Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

"You've been given another shot at life. However, for your revenge to be more purposeful, the body you are currently in, isn't yours. You've possessed the body of a very weak Luna who was killed by her enemy in the pack. While you are having your revenge, you must focus on not getting killed the second time." Then it faded... ..... "Are you awake now?" A voice tugged at my consciousness. I opened my eyes, my gaze landing on a masked figure.. Looking closely, I gasped. "Alpha Kaden?" I questioned with an iota of doubt. "Did falling from the stairs induce amnesia?" He asked with a chuckle. I shuddered. What was this? I had been reborn. However, not as Reene but Alpha's Kaden mate? The weak Lun

Then, he said coldly, "You know, I never would have married you if my grandfather wasn't seriously ill back then." Daniel's grandfather, George Winston, got critically ill three years ago. It was his dying wish to see Daniel get married. Actually, this marriage was never hers, to begin with. Rebecca had been switched at birth. When she was 18, she was told that the real daughter, Jessica Brown, had returned. She then became the fake daughter who was forcibly occupying Jessica's home. Everything Rebecca enjoyed should have been Jessica's. This included the love of her parents, her doting brothers, and even the marriage with Daniel that was decided at birth.

"So what if it was? No matter what I say, Dad, Mom, and Johnny will always believe me unconditionally. I'm the most beloved daughter of the Sterling family. As long as I'm here, you'll never get anything!" "You think I care about being the Sterling family's heiress?" "Oh drop the act already. If you didn't, why did you come back with me? Fine, I'll tell you the truth. I'm a transmigrator. You were supposed to return to the Sterling family five years ago based on the original storyline. Do you know why you didn't? It's because of me! "I spent five years reshaping my fate, making sure everyone trusts and depends on me. This time, I'll rewrite my destiny as the fake heiress!"

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.

At the same time, the live comments streamed past my eyes. "This fake heiress is disgusting. She's been reckless with herself and is now trying to pass off her baby onto the real heiress!" "Yvonne, don't trust her! Go to the hospital and get your uterus removed so Melanie's baby can't get inside you!" I shivered and pulled my hand away. "No, thanks. I'm not interested in that kind of stuff." Melanie's smile turned smug. "Really? Are you sure? This new guy's way better than any man you've known. I promise, once you try him, you'll never forget it."

Judy Cassatt was too delighted that her voice came out loud and sharp. Everyone in the room froze. Nate Kieran, My husband, stood right beside me, and the moment he heard her, rage shot straight through him. "What street thug? Who are you cursing?" he snapped. But I only stared at the soft, warm child in my arms, my mind drifting. I had actually been reborn—reborn on the very day my sister switched our babies. In my previous life, she coveted the millions my husband and I would one day leave behind. So she secretly swapped our sons.

“That was the only way I could protect my baby. To live a lie to keep her safe.” I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming once on the table, the gun still resting between us like a silent witness. Her story was wild, but in her eyes, they didn’t belong to a liar. So I returned with Liora in my arms, not as her mother. I buried Helena, took on a new face, name, and stepped back into her life as nothing more than her nanny, Helen.

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

"Knew from the start you had that noble vibe—you were born for this life!" Watching old classmates, acquaintances—even some who used to brush her off—now falling over themselves to flatter her in the comments, Rachel's ego was riding high. But soon, something more twisted crept in. These online praises weren't enough. She craved more. She needed to see, face to face, just how miserable that fake heiress Clara Howard really was now. She needed to show Clara who the real queen was—and who was just a pathetic copy, barely clinging to the ashes of her old life.