Novel & Cerita The Fake Heiress Stole My Life

"This was planned from the beginning. Martha didn't mix us up by accident. She did it on purpose and even used witchcraft to mask our bloodlines so you'd never sense the truth." Vivienne looked worse than Martha now, her face twisted and her whole body trembling. "You... what did you do to them? You used witchcraft on them, didn't you?" She lunged toward my parents, screaming. "Mom, Dad, don't listen to her! I'm your daughter! She used the Exchange Crystal to steal your love for me!" But they looked at her like she was a stranger. "You stole Elara's identity for eighteen years, and now instead of being grateful you act like this? I can't believe we wasted our time on you."

The day Nathan's company went public, he came to the Bennett estate exactly as we'd agreed. Everyone assumed he was finally going to marry me. But the fiancée he brought with him was Vanessa. "I run a public company now. I need a wife who can stand beside me in front of a camera. "Vanessa is the Bennett heir, and she runs her own charity foundation. She's a better fit for the role than you are." He placed the keys to a Manhattan apartment in front of me. "After all these years together, I'm not going to leave you with nothing." He had no idea. Vanessa was just the baby the Bennett family had mistakenly taken home twenty-two years ago. I was the one they'd found and brought back. The real Ben

After a difficult labor took the life of my first son, I spent another three years undergoing IVF before finally giving my husband, Caspian Wyndham, a daughter. Unable to resist, I sent Caspian a photo of our daughter while he was still on his way back to us. But I had barely put down my phone when a livestream notification popped up. "Teaching My Fellow Girls How to Become Mothers Pain-Free, Live!" The blogger never showed her face, but her voice was unnaturally gleeful. "Six years ago, I personally created a new identity for my boyfriend and sent him off to save a depressed heiress. "Once they got fake-married and had a son, we planned to stage complications during labor, then have

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

On the third day after the wealthy Silva family took me back, the fake heiress pushed me off the twenty-eighth floor. As I plummeted toward the ground, I was so thrilled that I actually applauded her. I was a little zombie who had been stuck in the mortal world for three hundred years. Food tasted like nothing. Sleep brought no comfort. Even a little sunshine made me emit smoke. In my next life, all I wanted was to be an ordinary person who could enjoy fine food and sleep in on lazy mornings. The Grim Reaper had told me that as soon as this body was well and truly dead, I could be reincarnated. As such, I tried hanging myself, jumping into rivers and even sneaking into a crematorium to

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

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

“We’ll say the trauma changed your features. That your mother hid you away. The key is the diary. The monarch of Vespas lost a daughter once. He’ll want to believe he found her.” Aretha laughed, bitter and sweet all at once. “So you want me to go from fake heiress to fake royalty?” Almay stepped closer, placing the diary in her daughter’s hands. “I want you to take what should’ve been yours. What she stole. All those years we clothed her, fed her, raised her. And she repaid us by taking our shares, throwing Gerard in prison, and walking off with your life.”

I didn’t need Vanessa to finish the sentence to know where she was going with it. She stepped back, shaking her head as if I disgusted her. “A fake will always be a fake. Do you really think a few fancy words in front of a big shot will change anything? Will Valen Gravestone even remember your name when he leaves? No. The world will only see me, Vanessa Cardwell, the real heiress as the face of this merger. And you?” She tilted her head mockingly. “You’re nothing.” My voice was ice. “Get out.”

"This isn't ours! Our shop is the most upscale bridal boutique in Ausville. People like you don't belong here. Get out, or I'll call the police!" Crossing my legs elegantly, I cast a disdainful glance at Rosalie and said slowly, "Call the police? Sure, let's have them decide who's impersonating me, who destroyed my receipt in broad daylight, and who's slandering me." As I spoke, I pulled out my phone, ready to dial. Aspen's expression shifted, and she screamed, "Alice Lowe! Don't you dare!" Why wouldn't I dare? There was nothing I wouldn't dare to do when dealing with a wannabe imposter!