The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

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 pointed at Sasha's handbag and continued, "That's a high-quality counterfeit. It only costs 300 dollars. The rhinestones on her necklace are from a warehouse. They only cost 15 dollars a pound. As for her father, who's supposedly a coal mine owner…" I pulled out my phone and read aloud the information that my butler had just sent to me. "Dominic Fitch is currently two million dollars in debt. In fact, his name is on the list of untrustworthy people. Sasha—or rather, Sarah Fitch, as per her full name. She's currently unemployed and specifically targets rich men in many dating circles. Is she the so-called heiress of a rich family that you speak of?" Charlie felt as if he had been struck by

Timothy dared not offend me. Just as he was about to speak, Preston's arrogant laughter interrupted him. He looked at me with disdain, pointing at the slight tear in my clothing. "A so-called heiress is wearing bargain clothes from a thrift store, hoarding garbage bags, living in a rented apartment, and sharing meals to save money. This is the first time I've seen anything like it!" Preston knew me well and quickly exposed my spending habits to everyone present. What he didn't know was that I had done it all deliberately.

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

He pulled her behind him and pointed an accusing finger at me. "What's with the sarcastic tone, Millie? If you didn't take Sienna's place and steal her identity, do you really think that you would be standing here in your tailored clothes right now? You stole everything that you have now from Sienna. How shameless do you have to be to keep antagonizing her?" The crowd began discussing among themselves again as they shot looks of disdain and contempt at me. "I really wonder where this fake heiress is getting the confidence to act so arrogantly. If I were in her shoes, I would have made myself scarce ages ago."

As she got out of the car, she leaned close to my ear and whispered in an eerie tone, "Faye Lockman, if your classmates found out you're just a fake heiress who has been lying to them all along, I wonder what they would think of you." The comment section came alive again. "Tanya is pretty cunning. She can't get the upper hand at home, so she's shifting the battlefield to the school instead." "Tanya is amazing at manipulating public opinion. Back in middle school, she drove someone who bullied her to the point of dropping out. The fake heiress is done for." They chatted away, discussing my tragic downfall. I said nothing and simply walked toward the classroom with my backpack.

He must have flown all night. "I heard you found your family and took over the company," he said with that stupid lazy smile, as I motioned for him to sit down. "The whole Paris circle is talking. 'The Laurent Princess went home and ate her biological family alive ‘ Sophia called me. She said you might need a friend who isn't trying to marry you or invest in you." He joked. I gave him a look and he grind. He sat down, looked at my office, and whistled.

That inadequacy that her presence always reminded me of my origin. “What were you doing in his house? That picture was taken in the training ground in their castle. I know because I've been there many times.” My breath sank. Have I been caught? Oh goddess…this can't happen. How was I supposed to explain why a Heiress was doing tutoring work? How was I supposed to explain my presence in Zane's house? ‘Stay calm, remember you are Elysia Vale,’ my wolf reminded me. But that did nothing to stop the dampness that started to clog my palms.