Reborn The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

Hailey blinked once to process the question and blinked again once she understood where he was coming from. "No. No, I didn't! I am telling the truth. In my first life, my stepsister killed me, and I believe I was given a second chance. It sounds crazy, I know, but that's my story." She wrung her fingers, avoiding his gaze. Nolan was not yet convinced, and she sounded like someone who had just returned from a psychiatric hospital. However, he could see her determination to make him believe her. Nolan looked at her quietly as he formed his perception of her. Hailey Lincoln was, in summary, a very unconventional woman. Her hair was mussed against her face, but she was probably unaware of it, a

he inquired, motioning for her to come forward. Closing the door behind her, Rebecca hesitated before she spoke, choosing her words carefully. "Doctor, I find myself in a delicate situation, and I need your assistance. The king is desperately searching for his mate, Adriana, who has fled the castle. I need you to fake a pregnancy report for me so that I can convince the king that I am carrying his child. This way, he will make me his Luna instead of Adriana." Dr. Harrington's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her, shocked at her words. "Rebecca, I can not engage in such deception. It goes against my principles as a doctor and as an honorable individual." Dr Harrington said as Rebecca

"Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't stop, and all Esme could do was listen to someone else go on and on about it. When do you plan on releasing the new season two content for the other book? You know, the one called Reborn Queen?" "Reborn Queen?." Esme inquired with astonishment. If Emma is thinking that she has authored a book with the title "Reborn Queen," she must be mistaken. "Are you trying to tell me that you have complete

A flicker of warmth before the cold reclaimed her. She hated that thought. But she couldn’t shake it. So she threw herself into the work instead. Into calling old contacts, drafting proposals, reinventing herself again as Emma Vale, private consultant extraordinaire. If she stayed busy enough, maybe the ache would be dull. Maybe.

That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role. Ariella Kane didn’t need an invitation to walk into a lion’s den. She was raised by wolves. Her eyes scanned the room. Melody Monroe. There she was—wearing silver, radiant, already surrounded by people. Fake smile, fake laugh, fake warmth. Melody could charm a priest into sinning, and no one ever saw the snake underneath the sequins. Not yet. Ariella gave her a soft smile across the room. Melody blinked, then tilted her head in faint confusion.

"How did you manage to stay?" Vita pointed at Laurel. "She just cried in front of the bodyguards and lured them away." Then she looked at Rebecca. "She drew a birthmark on her lower back and said she was the real heiress. She threatened that if they delayed her family reunion, she would make them regret it. Those people had no idea what the real heiress situation was, so they believed her and let us in." Finally, she flexed her arm. "And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out."

"The child is simply unlucky. He ran into a polar bear while playing, and half his organs were eaten… If the injuries were not so severe, to the point that his breath is nearly gone, the family's medical skills might have saved him. It's too tragic. He's only seven." "Condolences…" At that moment, a clear voice rang out. "I'll save him!" A young woman stepped forward. She wore a moon-white robe. Her dark hair was pinned up, revealing an exceptionally beautiful and elegant face. At the sight of that face, Isolde's heart skipped a beat. She bore a 40% resemblance to her. Mimi whispered in her ear, "She is Aurelia Valeciel." Aurelia Valeciel was the fake heiress who had replaced Isolde's identi

"More than life itself." "And she's dead." "Yes." I backed further away from the throne. My heart hammered in my chest. "Is that why you brought me here? Because I look like her? Because you want to pretend I'm her?" "You are her," Silas said, moving closer. "Reborn. Returned to claim what was stolen." "I'm not her!" I screamed. The ruins shook with the force of my voice. "I'm not some dead queen! I'm Evangeline!"

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Her lips curved. “You already know.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not real.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the cold marble. “You think Rebirth was just a project name?” she asked softly. “It was a prototype. You were the first.” My heart stopped. “What are you talking about?” She tilted her head, studying me like a scientist would a lab rat. “You think you got away from the Marvells because they pitied you? You think you escaped because you were lucky?”