The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

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.”

Duchess studied us for a long moment, then sighed. “She had a daughter who wanted nothing to do with the empire. Classic runaway heiress story. Fell madly in love with the gardener, ran off to live some simple fantasy life in Virginia farming and shit. They even moved to Paris eventually. My mother kept tabs on her for years. They were… close. But the girl changed everything—face, name, identity. Mom only ever referred to her as 3485. She was a ghost. The man used a fake name too. Only Miss Heiress runaway knew his real one.” “What was her name before she changed it?”Law asked.

“You can’t seriously be suggesting a fake marriage, Michelle.” “Why not? Pretending this relationship was real has worked so far. Why stop now?” She asked, gaze unwavering. She was serious. “No,” I shook my head. “A fake marriage? That’s too far over the line.” The heiress stood, coming around the island as she spoke. “Will your father peacefully accept losing his chance to build a permanent connection with Hughes Industries?” She asked, voice harsh and unbending. “My parents will be disappointed, but they’ll easily find another wealthy heir to make their son-in-law.”

"So that's what happened! He sold himself to save the company? No wonder the real eldest son backed out. The fake heir pulled the ultimate pity play and stole his fiancée!" "I knew Ms. Moore would never willingly give up the Shane family. Turns out she got trapped by this manipulative little green tea man." "Now this is getting interesting. The real heir versus the scheming fake heir who clawed his way up. What a mess." The reporters' cameras swung wildly between Christine, Michael, and me, desperate not to miss a single micro-expression. Christine's face had gone beyond merely ugly. I tightened my grip on Haylee's hand and smiled brightly at her.

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

“Paid my way in? She’s going that far?” Paul nodded, holding up his phone where a fresh headline had appeared. The words blared: "Pregnant Suzanne Langford Lands Lead Role in ‘The Heiress Escape’ – Is This the Studio’s Strategy or Just a Scandalous Coincidence?" “The way it’s worded,” Paul continued, “it makes it sound like your pregnancy was the deciding factor, and that the studio is using you for the public sympathy angle. She’s trying to twist the whole thing—like you’re some kind of pawn. And her fans are already eating it up.”

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

Jessica's expression shifted from terror to blank disbelief. She stood up, walked over to Jeremy, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face against his chest. "Jeremy, I only did it because I loved you too much. "I'm a fake heiress. Before Madison came back, everyone said we were the perfect match. But the moment she returned, everything changed. I was afraid you'd forget me. I was afraid no one would want me anymore. I did those things because I loved you too much."

Jane frowned, as if she was about to scold me for being jealous and overbearing the way she used to. But I cut her off first, my tone calm. "I know. I only married her because I took your place. She… was always supposed to be yours." Truth be told, I had long since come to terms with it. Marriages between wealthy families were never about individuals. They were about lineage, about alliances, about family standing. When my fake heir identity was exposed, Jane had immediately asked for a divorce. I had cried, made a scene, refused to eat, even threatened my own life with a blade—doing everything I could to force her to keep me as her husband.

and that she was the successor of Grand Epoch Capital, which just happened to be the company's biggest investor. In addition, combined with Julia's arrogant attitude and her head-to-toe luxury brands—which I could tell were knockoffs, though regular people never noticed—it worked perfectly with her lies. After all, as long as one appeared sufficiently confident, even a fabricated persona could trick others. That was precisely why the whole group was dogpiling on me at that moment. I sneered as I quickly typed out the message. "If she's the actual heiress, then we're really screwed. If you're all so eager to bootlick and power-trip, then don't blame me for not playing nice.