The Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

I let out a cold laugh. “You idiots! Don’t think that you can acquire the James Corporation by spreading rumors and slandering me! “Take a few pills and go to sleep if you want to keep dreaming.” Before they could even react in anger, I swiftly ended the call. The Internet was demanding that I, the fake heiress, leave the James family and hand over the position of heir to the real one. As the public outcry reached its peak, I finally made my move.

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS

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.

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

Her voice trembled as she whispered to herself, “It can’t be… It just can’t.” The screen glowed in front of her….a family tree, decades old. LANCASTER FAMILY HOLDINGS. Arthur Lancaster – Founder and Chairman. Margaret Lancaster – Deceased Unlisted child – Female (Presumed unborn dead). Her hands shook as she scrolled. She could barely read through the blur of tears. “Hidden heiress… daughter presumed dead in an accident twenty-four years ago.” Her throat closed. “That’s me…” she whispered, voice breaking. She closed her eyes, breathing unevenly. “So all my life, I’ve been living under a fake name. A fake story. A fake past.”

Anything that could give us traction and open doors that would otherwise remain closed to us. For Vivienne, it was easier. She pretended to be the sister of her boss's late wife, who had passed away years ago. And somehow, her boss ended up falling in love with her. As for me? I decided to fake being the heiress of the Raven family. And somehow, our little lies worked. Now, the two of us were swimming in money. Seeing her standing there, I instantly got to my feet and rushed toward her. “Vivi!” I threw my arms around her in a warm hug.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

The Clarks finally see the fake heir for what he is! [A no-name college for a nobody. Perfect fit. The Clarks could've raised a dog for ten years and it probably would've turned out better. How is the fake heir this stupid?] I listened quietly to every cutting remark, but didn't respond. Fifteen hundred wasn't an amazing score, but it wasn't bad either. Still, if the fake heir wasn't the best one in the room, if I wasn't the so-called main character these comments kept talking about, then nothing I did would ever matter.

"Mia, this is like if Shakespeare and a soap opera had a baby and then that baby did cocaine. This is beyond dramatic. This is operatic." Despite everything, I found myself smiling. "You have such a way with words." "It's a gift," she said modestly. "But seriously, what the actual fuck is happening? How does someone just fake their death and then waltz back into society as a completely different person?" "Money," I said simply. "Enough money." "And Taylor? How did that manipulative bitch go from convicted felon to billionaire heiress?" "DNA testing, apparently. Turns out she's the biological daughter of Marcus Field."

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."