The Fake Heiress' Fight Novels & Stories

Sobbing, she begged a doctor, “Doctor, I’m just a helpless, pitiful girl. Without resorting to a little self-sacrifice, how could I possibly get accepted into the Harlow family? Please, give me something to induce a brief state of shock! “Doctor, I truly love Mr. Harlow. Given my background, becoming his lover would elevate my social standing. Even though he already promised to marry me, I still believe I need to take things further to ensure he always feels guilty toward me. Please, help me! “If I can fake my death just once, Mr. Harlow will spend the rest of his life believing he owes me everything!” What a clever scheme. She didn't just deceive Victor and me; the entire Ashford social eli

That distance had kept him safe—until tonight. Dave, as always, played the messenger. "You'll find exactly what you're looking for in this basement," Dave assured the man on the screen. The old voice on the other side chuckled with satisfaction. "Excellent. Once the auction ends, get her up to the hill." Dave nodded respectfully. "And about what you promised me…" "It's done. She's just a fake heiress. I still don't understand why you people value her so much. She nearly ruined everything this time—make sure it doesn't happen again."

“This relationship is fake, remember? I needed a distraction for my brother, and you needed to look taken. The performance is over for the night.” I freeze against the leather cushions, the lingering warmth of the orgasm turning to instant, freezing ash in my throat. “Wait… what? But we–” “I won’t be your first mistake,” Damon continues, casting a brief, cold look down at my crumpled black dress before turning toward the exit curtain. “I’m an exiled prince with a border war to fight, and you are a freshman student who needs to pass her spring evaluations. I’m cruel enough to take it further than that. Go back to your dorm.”

" I slipped my phone into my pocket and regarded my so-called fiance, whose understanding of the law was nonexistent. "So if someone tries to stab me and I dodge, resulting in them striking a wall and injuring their hand, I'm the one at fault here?" I asked. Carlo was rendered speechless. He could only glare at me. Silvia, despite having only a minor scrape, made a scene by using a wheelchair. The entire famiglia acted as her devoted entourage on the way back home. In order to comfort Silvia, Mamma retrieved the famiglia heirloom from the safe. It was a red diamond necklace that was meant to be for me, her biological daughter.

I closed my eyes, savoring this happiness that was soaked in blood yet incredibly secure. The drama of the real and fake heiress had finally ended in my total victory. This is my ending. It isn't a fairy tale. But I am the one and only Mrs. D'Angelo, the Queen of the underworld. (The End)

"I’ve always known that. I know you don’t really like me." "That’s not..." "You look at me like I'm a chore you're forced to complete. And I know you probably disliked me even before you met me," she continued, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady. "Because of what you might have read about me, What people said 'The rebellious heiress'. I know you had your opinion formed already." His jaw tightened. He looked at her for just a brief moment, something unreadable flickering across his eyes. He didn't offer a defense or an explanation, he just turned back toward the door.

When she considered it all perfect, she smirked and Sank into the chair position in front of it. Then without hesitation, she pressed Go Live. A smile spread across her lips—slow, deliberate, lethal as she spoke. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she said smoothly into the camera. “My name is Mirena.” She tilted her head slightly and her eyes gleamed. “Mirena Sterling, as you all already know and today, I’m going to tell you the story of the Fake Daughter. So, go grab a bucket of popcorn and lock in, because,”

Agatha said with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Sarah frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked them. Agatha increased her smile, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We presented the elders with a fake heirloom. The real one is still out there, and if Lunaria finds it, she'll become the heir." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine as Lillian pulled out a necklace. "This is the fake heirloom," she said, holding it up. But as soon as Sarah saw the necklace, she let out a scream.

Alex said, his voice firm, but Ethan just chuckled. "Give me a better lie," Ethan sneered, but Alex's expression remained resolute. "I'm serious," he said. Ethan sneered again, pointing the gun at Alex. "Kneel down," he ordered, but Alex nodded and slowly knelt. In a swift motion, Alex grabbed Ethan's leg and yanked him to the floor, sending the gun flying. The two men clashed, fists flying as they battled for dominance. Alex landed a solid punch to Ethan's jaw, but Ethan retaliated with a vicious blow to Alex's stomach.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.