Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to formally reintroduce the situation. Ten minutes ago, all of Ethan's assets were legally transferred or used to settle his debts. "That means the actual controller of the Hart Group, as well as the owner of all his real estate and movable assets, is now me—Celia Jennings." I paused, sweeping my gaze across the stunned faces in the audience before finally resting on Sophie's pale, terrified expression. "In other words, this grand wedding—the millions spent on the venue, this priceless custom-made gown, this five-million pink diamond ring, even the red carpet beneath your feet—every cent of it was paid with my money.

"I'm not who I used to be. I haven't been for a long time now." ​"No. You're someone else entirely." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Someone who built an entire life out of the worst thing that ever happened to her, and made it into something nobody can ever take from her again." ​She had died once, poisoned by the people who were supposed to love her most. ​She had come back rich in the one thing money could never buy the first time around—people who stayed. ​She was Reborn Rich. ​And this time, nobody was ever taking any of it from her again. THE END

"Mom, Selena has suffered so much over the past ten years. Just let her in." My head throbbed, and my neck still ached from the zombie bite. Giselle Foster stood at the doorway. In my last life, she had made Mom and Dad choose between us, but this time, she showed no trace of resentment at my claim to the family. I instantly knew she had also been reborn. In my last life, I came to my family with a DNA report that exposed the daughter they had nurtured for years as an impostor.

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

My SAT score was over 1500, yet I never received an acceptance letter from Lintdon University. Instead, I was admitted to a vocational college. Meanwhile, Megan Foster, the school beauty who had scored just one point below me, was accepted into Lintdon. I remembered that she'd been sitting right beside me when the school had us set the passwords for our college applications. I couldn't help but suspect that she'd stolen my password and changed my college preferences. I reported the matter to the police, but they uncovered solid evidence that proved she hadn't done it. The entire internet accused me of staging the whole thing to gain fame and make money by livestreaming product sales.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

In my past life, after being taken back into the Horton family, I choose to study medicine so I can look after Willow Horton—the fake daughter who is frail and sickly. But she pretends her illness gets worse and slanders me. She says that not only am I unable to save her, but I also want to snatch everything she has. My fiance, Jason Fuller, fully believes her and joins forces with the Hortons to kick me out. Not long after, I contract tuberculosis and die on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was brought into the Horton family at five years old. Jason stands before my birth parents, pointing at me as he says, "Mr. and Mrs. Horton, make no mistake. This gir

"Celeste! You'll come to a bad end! Just you wait! I won't let this go! I'm the real heiress! I'm the real—" There was a lot buried in what Ivy had just screamed. My mother hadn't caught it, but I—a well-read woman in my own right—understood perfectly. Ivy had been reborn. Well, wasn't that something. A story about a real heiress and a fake one had just turned into a story about a reborn real heiress running into a transmigrated fake one. Talk about a plot twist. … After a few days locked in her courtyard, Ivy seemed to have learned her lesson.

Charles nodded thoughtfully, "but she wasn't. There was something about Taylor that got him interested in her, she was different, since the first time he saw her at the airport. And it was more than her beauty, it was the way she carried herself, dominant, and the mysterious air she always had around her, her intimidating aura yet elegance in whatever she did, showed she was born with a silver spoon. She was like a puzzle, he couldn't crack, which only made him more interested in her, and the urge to want her to be his became greater" "Who knows maybe the other information in her bio is also fake", Alexander said as he finished his glass pouring himself another round. "I doubt it". "Why?"Ale