The Fake Heiress' Fight Novels & Stories

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

"It means the baby is growing properly." She turns her cold gaze to me for just a moment before focusing back on Natasha. "It's wonderful that true love has finally won. That you've been proven to be the real heiress, the rightful one. Unlike some people who have been living fake lives, trying to steal what didn't belong to them for so many years." The barb lands exactly where Abigail intended, but I keep my hands folded in my lap, my plate untouched before me. Natasha plays her part perfectly, looking uncomfortable with the harsh implication. "Oh, Grandma, I don't want to take anything from anyone. I never asked for any of this."

When I first entered the story, the system had informed me that this was a tale of a fake heiress. Gus was the male lead, and the genuine heiress, Suzie Clark, was the female lead. I was merely the phony heiress who desperately tried to steal the male lead away from the true heiress. To avoid being ousted from the wealthy family, I had made an effort to befriend the true heiress on her first day back, striving to become Suzie's best friend. That night, as we shared the same bed, I shyly confessed my feelings. "Suzie, I like Gus. What do you think of him?"

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

“And whose fault is that? You are incompetent. She could do it, so why couldn’t you? She makes one call, and MC rushes to work with her. You’re useless. I should never have brought you back! I should never have switched you in the first place!” Hearing that, Lilian was immediately enraged. “You were the one who switched me! You made me stay in the countryside all those years, living in hardship, while some impostor got to be the princess. I’m going to kill you!” Lilian lunged at Alex, and they started clawing at each other. They both forgot the security camera mounted right above the stairwell. The entire scene was broadcast live. Jack and Lauren flew into rage when they saw it. They rushed

Anya shouted, "Hazel, come quick! Someone's fighting!" "No way. This is Nine Courts. Who'd start a fight here?" Hazel didn't believe it at first, until she came out to see for herself. She was shocked. There was a fight, and it was between two unbelievably gorgeous women. Zeke was behind the heiresses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the fighting ladies. 'They're gorgeous! The heiresses are trolls compared to them! Wait a minute. I know one of them!' The heiresses noticed that a moment later. "Wait, that's Ms. Stanton!"

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

As if blaming him for letting things slip out of control. So they knew each other. Of course they did. These two men, who, on the surface, had nothing to do with one another, had joined forces behind my back—all for the sake of a fake heiress. Together, they had destroyed my previous life. The next second, Dominic yanked my arm hard. "Eliza, are you out of your mind?! You're wearing muddy shoes! That car's worth millions—what if you damage it? Can you afford to pay for it?! Don't go causing trouble just because you got carried away. I'm not going to clean up your mess!"

"I didn't mean to ruin my sister's engagement banquet." The tears spilled over while she was still talking. And the eyes around the room shifted, one by one. "So she's the real heiress?" "Then what does that make Elena?" "A fake. That's all." The whispers were getting louder, sharper. I couldn't breathe right anymore, and without thinking, my hand tightened on Alexander's. Like he was the last thing keeping me from going under. "Alexander." My eyes were already burning. You promised me. You said you'd marry me no matter what happened.