Novel & Cerita The Fake Heiress' Fight

She tried again and again, but every attempt failed. "She was acting so big just now, and she can't even pay 700 grand?" "She's a fake heiress, and even her card's fake, too?" "With nothing to back it up, she still dared to pass as an heiress. That's bold!" The whispers closed in around her, each one sharper than the last. Violet's face flushed red. She finally looked at me, anger burning in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word. If she did, everyone would know she hadn't just stolen my identity, but she had been using my credit card, too.

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow

It was a prop, expertly made—a hidden catch on the side that, when pressed, turned the blade retractable and harmless. "Liars! You're all liars! I'm the real heiress! I'm the one fate chose!" She looked half out of her mind, waving the fake dagger and lunging straight at me. Vera, standing off to the side, had been enjoying the show for a while now, and her hands had been itching for it. With one clean, practiced move, she twisted Ivy's arms behind her back, slammed her to the ground, and pinned her there with a knee to the spine.

He explained. “No way, so everything from his first meeting with her was also part of your plan?” Sofia underestimated these guys. In the beginning, she thought she was going to do her revenge plan in a simple manner, all calculated by her. However, these guys’ methods turned out to be more brutal than what she had expected. “Yes, exactly. Everything that happened between Andre and Layla was nothing but staged scenes we have created to seize her downfall.” “I never have any feelings for that woman, you know. She is unbearable at times. She has a pretty good body, though, I enjoyed that for real, but that’s about it.” Andre explained as he poured a drink for himself and started drinking.

I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation. But as I sat there, my mind flashed back to the day they orchestrated my downfall. Emily and Jessica had been so convincing, so cunning. They had handed me a plane ticket to the USA, claiming it was for my benefit, to start fresh after everything that had happened. I had trusted them—foolishly, naively. It wasn’t until I arrived at the airport that I realized it was all a lie. The ticket was fake. I’d been humiliated, left stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back. And then they had taken everything that was mine.

“She used to be the Harlow family’s heiress, but even as a teenager, she was involved with all kinds of men and caught some… unsavory diseases. The rumors spread everywhere. When her true identity as a fake heiress was exposed, she repeatedly targeted me, the rightful heiress. It’s a miracle I even survived her schemes.” She feigned a bitter smile before pressing on. “When her true colors were revealed, she was kicked out of the family. But that wasn’t enough for her. Having stolen eighteen years of my life, she still refused to let go. She clung to my fiancé for years, living off him, using him, and taking advantage of him in every way.” Yvonne’s voice lowered, her words sharper. “Eventuall

She turned towards the fake heiress. “How does it feel barking orders when in fact you are a fake?” Yuna’s breath hitched. “Wh… what are you talking about? I don’t understand,” she stammered, walking over to the door, but Ji-ah grabbed her hand, yanking her backwards. “Isn’t that crown heavy… I mean, it’s not yours to begin with.” “Don’t push your limits, Willa,” Aria snapped. “Oh wow, so now you don’t want to be the thief?” Ji-ah said.

He only knew that the real and fake heiresses had returned to their biological families, but he had not paid attention to the story beyond that as he was busy making a living. “The fake heiress died, and the head of the Fisher family is also dead. The real heiress is said to be returning everything to the previous matriarch’s line, but the new head hasn’t officially taken over yet. These wealthy families will do anything for power and profit, you know.”

“After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out. “I’ll marry Peter, and everything will be just like in the dream.” After saying that, she suddenly messed up her hair, let water drip down her body, reddened her eyes, and rushed out. I sensed danger and hurried after her. The moment I stepped out, four or five reporters blocked the door with cameras and recorders. Flash after flash lit up both of us. So she had already set a trap, and she had been waiting for me to fall for it. Vicky turned back with a triumphant smirk, then instantly switched into a dramatic victim.

"Listen up—even if you're back now, this family and the engagement with the Frosts can only be mine! Trash like you from the sticks are only worthy of worshiping the ground I walk on!" As soon as she finished, she suddenly threw herself backward with a dramatic gasp. "Ah! Jemima, why did you push me?" The fake fall was smooth and practiced, like she'd studied thousands of trashy fake-heiress melodramas. Too bad it was me she was trying to mess with. The instant her back hit the ground, I drew in a breath, gathered all my strength, and let out a scream ten times more tragic than hers. "Ruth! What's wrong?"