The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

An Ashbourne property had changed hands within months of my mother's death, buried deep enough that a daughter looking fifteen years later would never find it, would give up long before reaching this exact page. Eleanor dies. I get declared unstable. I disappear into a hospital no one visited for fifteen years, not once, not a single card or phone call in all that time. Claire becomes the Grant heiress in my place, wearing a name and a life that had never belonged to her, stepping into rooms that should have been mine to walk into. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, quietly, methodically, an Ashbourne asset changes hands, moved by someone who understood exactly how much attention a gr

One moment he'd study how steep the stairs were, the next he'd tap the edge of a step with his toe, muttering to himself the whole time. I leaned against the living room wall with my water and watched with real interest. [Here it is! The classic stairs tumble!] [I'll guess: the fake heir pushes the real one, gets caught by the parents, and gets disowned on the spot!] [Wrong read up there. Clearly the real heir's about to stage a fall and pin it on the fake one!] [Anyone want to bet when this fake heir takes his fall? It's finally happening! My heart's racing!] So that was it. I pushed up my glasses, finally understanding. It seemed Chelsea's lecture hadn't sunk in at all.

On my birthday, the family's fake heiress threw herself into the sea. She left a suicide note saying she was giving me back my rightful place in the family. I'd already spent every day in the Carter house walking on eggshells, and in a single moment her death dropped me straight into hell. My parents hated me. "We brought you back into this family and gave you everything. Was that still not enough for you? Why couldn't you let her stay?" My brother blamed me. "You were raised in foster care like some wild animal. You don't belong in this family at all. Chloe was the one who begged us to bring you home. Don't you have an ounce of gratitude?" Not one of them mentioned that my life of suppo

I’m the reincarnation of a lucky charm. As long as I’m happy, my whole family prospers. To keep me smiling, my billionaire grandfather built me a palatial bedroom and hired a whole team of housekeepers and nannies just to keep me company. Then, on the day the long-lost real heiress was finally brought home, everything changed. Holding a livestream rig, she stormed straight into my room and sneered at the camera, “Everyone, this is the fake daughter who stole my place and lived my life of luxury for eighteen years! “She knew I was coming back and still tried to fool everyone with this ridiculous nonsense about being some kind of lucky-star reincarnation? Fine. Today I’m exposing her for who s

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

“Fine. But you’re staying here tonight.” Bella nodded. She knew she couldn’t escape the deadline forever. At 7:42 p.m., Bella slipped into the bathroom with her phone. A new message appeared. Eight o’clock. The old warehouse on Creek Road. Come alone. She stared at it. Another message followed. If you don’t show up, we’ll send the pictures to your billionaire fiancé. Let’s see how long he’ll keep pretending to love you. Bella’s blood ran cold. Pictures?

To make a quick buck, I set up a barbecue stall at the National Day parade. All of a sudden, bullet comments started floating before my eyes: “Look at our heiress out here grilling meat! Does MC have any idea the money she breaks her back to earn a month can’t even cover the impostor’s afternoon tea?” “What’s she to do? Fate can be a bitch. Girl got her life stolen for twenty years.” “You’re getting picked up by your wealthy family tomorrow! Fight for what’s yours! Get your life back! Your parents’ love, your brothers’ support, and your fiancé’s heart!” “Got my popcorn. I’m ready for the showdown!” My hand froze. I was a rich heiress? And my wealthy birth family was coming to find me tomorro

Serafina Moncrieff built a perfect life on a foundation of dangerous lies. To save her mother’s life, she forged a ten-million-dollar paper empire, pretending to be the untouchable heiress Manhattan believed she was. But when her mother dies and her fraud is exposed in a single night, Serafina loses everything. No money. No reputation. No way out. Her caller is Lucian Kensington—the city’s most ruthless billionaire lender. He owns her debt, her secrets, and her future. Instead of throwing her into a federal cell, Lucian offers a brutal bargain: become his fake fiancée for one year to secure his family inheritance, and he will wipe her slate clean. Trapped in his Greenwich estate, Se

Juan remained silent, and Garland guessed, "I bet it's your wife. Shelia, that fake heiress?" Juan paused from lifting his cup. The recent scandal involving the Blair family's fake heiress rocked Seamar City. The real heiress had been involved in prostitution and imprisonment, while the fake heiress had married Juan, causing a massive uproar. Garland continued, "It really is her? I heard she's a killer and has impersonated others multiple times. How could you like someone like that?" "It's not her," Juan finally said. "Not her? Then who? Are you having another affair?" Garland asked, his eyes widening. Suddenly, there was a loud crack as Juan's cup shattered in his hand.

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."