The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

When my billionaire birth parents tried yet again to bring me home, I shook my head without hesitation. As someone practically born with dollar signs in her eyes, I loved money more than just about anything. But even I knew better than to walk straight into the drama of a filthy-rich family. “I may love money more than life itself, but there’s no way I’m stepping into that mess. Knowing my luck, I’d walk away without a dime and get screwed over by the fake heiress instead.” My parents immediately protested. “Xena has always been such a sweet, sensible girl. She’d be too busy spoiling you to ever hurt you.” Since they clearly didn’t believe me, I pulled a

That distance had kept him safe—until tonight. Dave, as always, played the messenger. "You'll find exactly what you're looking for in this basement," Dave assured the man on the screen. The old voice on the other side chuckled with satisfaction. "Excellent. Once the auction ends, get her up to the hill." Dave nodded respectfully. "And about what you promised me…" "It's done. She's just a fake heiress. I still don't understand why you people value her so much. She nearly ruined everything this time—make sure it doesn't happen again."

“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

“Tell me she’s lying.” He didn’t hesitate. “She’s not.” My chest tightened. “So everything… was fake?” Vincent leaned back against the couch, his expression completely indifferent. “The ceremony was real enough,” he said. “Just not legal.” I stared at him, unable to process how easily he said it. “Why?” My voice cracked despite my effort to stay strong. “Why would you do this to me?” He didn’t answer immediately. Rumbidzai did. “Because you were convenient,” she said smoothly. “You cooked, you cleaned, you took care of the house… and most importantly—” She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “You raised my son.”

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

There was a trace of mockery on their faces. “Maxine, the audacity of you to show up! You’ve been kicked out, and you are still putting on airs. Don’t you feel embarrassed?” “Exactly. Look at this party; it’s obvious who the real daughter is. And you? You spent years building their empire for nothing. You’re left with nothing.” “Why not ask me for help? Maybe I can get you a job. Our company happens to need a receptionist. You have a decent face. Stand at the front desk for eight grand a month. What do you say?”

Something felt off to me, but I still held onto the belief that he was my good friend and therefore I shouldn't doubt him. That was until I pieced together from the subtle details of Lenny's Instagram that his so-called girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend were one and the same. According to Irene, she came from a wealthy family and had grown up abroad. But I knew that none of it was true. I wasn't sure whether Irene was her real name or not, but she was nothing more than a phony pretending to be a rich, beautiful heiress. The car and houses were all borrowed, and her generosity was also an act.

Jasmine thanked him, turned, and walked outside the company. "That's Jasmine. Do you know about the fake heiress case six years ago? It was all over the news; it was all about her." "She's the woman who swapped her life with a real heiress for over twenty years, a thief with a criminal record, and only a high school diploma." "How dare she show her face at Stellar Enterprises?" Jasmine kept her head down. These people were talking as if they didn't care if she could hear them. "I heard she knows how to please men. Apparently, among the rich upper class in the

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.