The Fake Heiress' Fight Novels & Stories

She exclaimed tht made my head hurts. "Oh really? A fake heiress you say?" I smirk when she bravely met my eyes. "Yes. You are just a fake one so you have no right to boast around like you own this place. Because you are not! What a spoiled! A fake heiress of Coleman's Family. HAHAHAHA I guess everyone would want to hear that." She said like taunting me. "What did you just say?" I asked with no humor in my face. Before She could talk more, I pulled her hair. I wanted to pulled all her hair from her head.

She saw Dana cozying up to a wealthy heiress and recently acquiring more designer handbags and cosmetics, which she proudly displayed in her college dormitory. "A wealthy heiress?" Mia asked. Mia's mind immediately jumped to Maya; she understood that Dana wouldn't act without a motive. Gina retrieved her phone. "I've even found some photos for confirmation. It's undoubtedly her, the heiress of the Lane family, the one who's trying to steal your husband." "Indeed, it's Maya." Mia instantly recognized Maya in the photos. However, Mia hadn't detected anything suspicious during this period, as Dana had always maintained the facade of being a supportive friend in her presence.

Although I couldn't win in a fight against him, at least my training allowed me to avoid all his moves. I threw my hands out and declared a temporary truce, at which point he snarled at me, "I'll definitely not forgive you if you harm Ms. Gardner!" His furious and flustered demeanor was rather amusing to me. Planting my hands on my hips, I mocked, "I already told you that I'm the heiress to the Gardner family, yet you refuse to believe me and insist on accepting a fake as your mistress. Could it be that I'm uglier than her?"

Keyboard Overkill

On my birthday, the family's fake heiress threw herself into the sea. She left a suicide note saying she was giving me back my rightful place in the family. I'd already spent every day in the Carter house walking on eggshells, and in a single moment her death dropped me straight into hell. My parents hated me. "We brought you back into this family and gave you everything. Was that still not enough for you? Why couldn't you let her stay?" My brother blamed me. "You were raised in foster care like some wild animal. You don't belong in this family at all. Chloe was the one who begged us to bring you home. Don't you have an ounce of gratitude?" Not one of them mentioned that my life of suppo

Just a little bit of alcohol and I'll be fine. I sneaked out without Ben or my bodyguards. Bodyguards will just a hindrance to me. I drive my own car while wearing my sexy spaghetti dress and high stiletto. I wore my sunglasses the moment I enter the bar. The people gave way to me because I know in one glance they will knew me. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn right?" "Yes...I heard that she got herself in trouble again," "Trouble? Again?" "Yeah...she had a fight with Lauren Hill. You remember the witness in Genalyn Carter's case?"

The world was collapsing, and my so-called husband and groom was practicing the art of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Madam Helena stepped forward, her poise like a blade, sharp and regal. “Denver, do not stagger out like some injured bull. This is your family’s shame, not ours. If your family wasn’t so despicable, we wouldn’t be here cleaning the mess. Providing us a fake bride? Denver, how dare you belittle my West family?” I gasped, just like everyone else. A fake bride? Mia was fake? My brain went blank for exactly three seconds. Then, like a badly tuned radio, my thoughts came crashing in with static – a fake heiress of a fake Harrington?

Her deceit was exposed, and she was caught red-handed before being slapped by the real heiress. The real heiress was none other than Neve, and the person getting slapped was Jade. No wonder Bella had said this scene had been specifically prepared for her. No wonder the assistant's expression had been off. No wonder the usually closed and strict production was bustling with activity today. Everything had been schooled by Bella to humiliate Jade in public. "She’s trying to play tricks on me, huh." Jade smirked, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. Putting down the script and sitting back in her seat, she acted as if nothing had happened.

“We traced an inactive trust account created by V. Drayke Holdings twelve years ago. Guess whose signature authorized its renewal last quarter.” “Charlotte’s,” I said. He nodded. “Alias confirmed. She’s financing her campaign through inheritance law, using currencies that don’t technically exist.” I faced him fully. “Then we fight her on the same ground. She thinks we’ll counter through code. We’ll counter through paper.” His brows rose. “You’re going legal?” “Legal and moral. If Victor Drayke wants to resurrect ghosts through clauses, we’ll drag those clauses into daylight.” I placed my hand on the sealed folder. “Tell Damien to keep decoding. Every record, every fund, every hidden ledger.

“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.”