The Fake Heiress' Fight Novels & Stories

The cheers continued as Raven frees herself from the heiress's grip, she tripped her leg and the heiress fell to the ground, what continued was a series of attacks, even when the heiress hit her , Raven didn't stop attacking until the latter admitted defeat. " The eldest miss of the Smith family wins" Once again, an heiress from Green city had defeated someone from Havilah. " That was great, I knew you were going to win" Meek said quietly immediately Raven stepped down. " Thank you, know it all, why don't you predict the winner of the next fight" " Are you sure, if I guess correctly, you owe me a gift" Raven nodded " Alright, just guess it correctly" The two heiresses were from Havilah city,

"I bought this with my allowance. You won't dislike it, right, Nev?" Batting her eyelashes, she abruptly swung the rattle toward my face. In the blink of an eye, a sharp spike on its edge went straight for my eye. I lifted my eyelids disdainfully. [Seriously, this stunt again? Out of the eight worlds I fought my way through, five fake heiresses pulled this same stunt. Is your manual for stirring up trouble wholesale from the same supplier?] Even though this body was sluggish, my combat instincts were still intact. I swung my chubby little arm and smacked the rattle aside. The sharp spike grazed right past my cheek.

Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your attitude, are you planning to hit my brothers next? "Where did this barbaric woman come from? Solving everything with fists and violence!" Just like that, with a few careless words, she painted me as some crude country bumpkin—and for a moment, I was genuinely stunned. Yet, the surrounding guests began to praise her in unison. "Now that's the bearing of a true heiress! I knew Mrs. Thompson would never find someone to impersonate the real one." "And Camellia clearly cares for her brothers—she's a good sister. That authority token in that woman's hand must be fake!"

"This is our biological daughter, Amanda Hartley." The guests turned their attention to me, unable to hold back their admiration. "Didn't they say she grew up in the countryside? You'd never guess it. She's beautiful and so well-mannered." "She's so much better than that imposter they had before." "Well, of course. That girl was a fake! She has no class at all!" Surrounded by chatter, I picked up the microphone and prepared to introduce myself. "Amanda Hartley, go to hell!" Suddenly, a knife came flying straight at me. A nearby security guard reacted instantly, kicking the attacker to the ground and pinning her down.

She clearly refused to believe I could actually be the real heiress. Then William walked straight through the crowd and stopped in front of me. “Are you okay?” I shook my head and pointed at Freya. “She pretended to be me. She said she was your sister, and she even spread rumors that I was your mistress.” William’s sharp gaze immediately swept toward her. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.” He frowned, trying to remember. But he had met too many people, and for a moment, he couldn’t place her. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter who you are. You have no right to impersonate my sister.”

Chapter 60 Gideon "Fight!" A young lady came running into the ballroom screaming. Amelie and I both rushed out to the back garden where the young she-wolf directed the fight was happening. As I rushed outside, I found an interesting sight. James, Riley, and Harlow are fighting off seven other Alpha and Beta Heirs. Three of them were already on the ground reeling in pain. It's a three-on-four-fight when I see the glint of metal in one of their hands as he charges for James. Ulv took over before I could react and leaped from the stairs and tackled the kid to the ground.

She denied that she didn't create the pictures but she knew it was fake and someone sent it to her anonymously. She admitted that she thought I had something to do with the fake Lucia for scamming her. I checked my social media platform for comments. People who were criticizing and insulting me yesterday, are now insulting Prissy. Calling her names. I mean, why would I help scam her, I am a multibillionaire heiress with a generational wealth. Prissy deserves whatever comes her way. “Turn off the TV,” I ordered the maid. I walked to my bathroom to clean up.

Although she had never turned tail from any fight before, in that moment where she realized she’d be getting more than just bruises or broken bones, she knew running would be a wiser choice than meeting them head on. However, as she ran up the stairs, the four had already recovered from her intimidation and immediately pursued her. “Motherfucking movies,” she thought to herself. “A one-on-one fight against a group doesn’t happen in real life. I’m fucking suing those directors.” As she finally reached the top, she made way to the door. But to her dismay, the door was locked when she turned the knob open. And when she turned around, the four were already on both sides. Fakey and Gollum ran up

"Seriously? Someone named Vickie popped up claiming to be the real heiress. No one said Debra isn't." "Oh," Garland exhaled in relief. "So, that chick is a fake?" "Fake," Debra said firmly. Liza tilted her head. "Why are you so sure? What if she's legit?" "Girl, you're smarter than this." Erica rolled her eyes. "It's an obvious scam. No one's buying it." "Then why bother?" Liza pouted. "If everyone knows she's fake, why embarrass herself?" Debra explained, "Truth doesn't matter. She wants the title, not assets."

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s