The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

“Absolutely not.” His brow arched. “Why not?” I sat up slowly, heart pounding in my chest. “Because it’s too risky. You know I’m not really their daughter.” I’d faked it. Every test, every story. All those years ago, I had slipped in with forged results and stolen truths—blood that didn’t belong to me. Blood that belonged to her. Celeste. She was the real heir. The real Lancaster girl. And if anyone dug too deep… if the wrong match ever surfaced...

With careful movements so I wouldn't disturb the children, I crept out to the living room and opened the news app. The headline made my breath catch: "Swiss Heiress Sophie Field Arrives in New York with International Legal Team, Claims Billions Stolen Through Identity Fraud." Brief but devastating.

"She did. The kidnapping was a misunderstanding. However, I'd like to report her for intentional assault and the attempted theft of high-value property. There are plenty of witnesses and surveillance footage to back it up." Seeing a chance to redeem themselves, the crowd rushed forward to testify on my behalf. Yvonne panicked at the thought of going to prison. "I didn't! I didn't steal anything!" I took my bracelet back from her hand and gestured to the stones. "Each of these diamonds is worth one hundred million dollars. Yvonne, you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison."

I smiled faintly, raised my glass, and continued my introduction to the guests. The banquet ended smoothly. Everyone now knew that the Hartley family's biological daughter, Amanda Hartley, was intelligent and gracious. And that imposter? She was just a lunatic who spread lies about others. From now on, she'd spend the rest of her life haunted by those very lies. I strode forward and pushed open the villa doors. In the warm glow of the lights, Mom and Dad came walking toward me. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Amanda, happy birthday!"

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.

“Look at this thread.” On the screen was a popular post in a forum, the headlines blaring in red. “Truth revealed! Fake heiress claims family wealth and pushes real heiress to despair with parents’ help!” Tammy recounted her harrowing story in first person, penning her grief vividly. According to her, she was separated from her parents for twenty years. Following her return to the family, she realized that home was dominated by an adopted imposter. Since the fake heiress was a menace, Tammy installed cameras in the house, but the camera shorted due to the fake heiress’ tampering. Heck, the imposter even tried to drown her in a hotel swimming pool.

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

Below it— Her face. Clear. Unmistakable. Not the quiet version of her. Not the hidden one. The real one. And beside it— Another image. Lena. Smiling. Posing. Living a life that was never hers. Aria’s grip tightened slightly on the phone. Scrolling. Fast. Too fast. Each headline worse than the last. “FAKE HEIRESS DECEIVED ELITE CIRCLE” “REAL BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER HUMILIATED IN HER OWN SCHOOL”

But as I brushed past him, someone grabbed my arm again. Wayne did his best to hide it, but I still caught the emotion lurking in his eyes. It was fear, almost panic. Then he masked it with anger and shouted at me, "What nonsense are you talking about?! You were always jealous that Lily was the real heiress of the Hart family! You've been targeting her ever since she came back! "You keep saying you're leaving, but where exactly do you think you can go?" His voice grew sharper and harsher. "Don't forget who you are. You're nothing more than a fake heiress with nowhere to belong! If you want to leave, then take off that dress first. The Hart family paid for it."