The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

"Stranger? That man has been your hidden spouse for a very... very... long time." She interrupted me quickly. "You are so lewd but small-minded, Don! The only hidden SPOUSE I have is YOU! How can you leave me to another man to take up that role?" "Melissa, that was in the past... He was... but now, he has shown his face to you as your real fiance. The one in front of you is fake. Are you feigning sober? He is the Heir with the widest community! He has everything! And now... he has you! Why still feigning pretense when you..." I gulped down my voice. The eyes she has for Ezio at the Mall and that on the dancing floor did say it all...

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

“She used to be the Harlow family’s heiress, but even as a teenager, she was involved with all kinds of men and caught some… unsavory diseases. The rumors spread everywhere. When her true identity as a fake heiress was exposed, she repeatedly targeted me, the rightful heiress. It’s a miracle I even survived her schemes.” She feigned a bitter smile before pressing on. “When her true colors were revealed, she was kicked out of the family. But that wasn’t enough for her. Having stolen eighteen years of my life, she still refused to let go. She clung to my fiancé for years, living off him, using him, and taking advantage of him in every way.” Yvonne’s voice lowered, her words sharper. “Eventuall

She had expected to feel triumphant—she had just legally secured the financial freedom she'd always wanted. Instead, she felt hollow. Empty. The enormity of her deception pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. Her phone buzzed with a text from Jane: ‘Congratulations, Mrs. Blackwood. The performance of a lifetime has just begun.’ Lyra looked out the window as Manhattan's skyline gave way to the tree-lined highways leading to Long Island. To Ryker's estate. To her new prison of luxury and lies. The marriage certificate in her handbag felt like it was burning a hole through the expensive leather. On paper, she was Jane Blackwood now.

"I-It's all fake! It's a setup. The footage is doctored!" Carlo was still trying to defend Silvia. "You've actually stooped so low that you'd forge evidence just to save yourself, Rosina! You're utterly pathetic!" I merely sneered and played the next file. It was an audio file of Papa and Mamma conspiring against me in the study. "If we were to sell Rosina at the underground auction, we would be able to acquire the necessary capital to offset our current deficit while simultaneously giving Silvia the satisfaction she wants."

Jasmine thanked him, turned, and walked outside the company. "That's Jasmine. Do you know about the fake heiress case six years ago? It was all over the news; it was all about her." "She's the woman who swapped her life with a real heiress for over twenty years, a thief with a criminal record, and only a high school diploma." "How dare she show her face at Stellar Enterprises?" Jasmine kept her head down. These people were talking as if they didn't care if she could hear them. "I heard she knows how to please men. Apparently, among the rich upper class in the

"Didn't you hear? She was lost for years. That means the current one isn't his real daughter." "I see. I should introduce myself to the real heiress then." Camila's expression soured as she overheard the gossip. "Now please welcome both my daughters to the stage!" As Dad finished speaking, applause thundered through the room. Camila stepped onto the stage under everyone's gaze, but I was nowhere to be seen. Gradually, the guests grew restless again. "Where's Mr. Clark's real daughter?" "I heard the girl the Clarks found used to dig through trash for food."

The nanny's family eventually noticed that the Coxes had started to suspect them. So they moved up their plan, kidnapped the real family of three, and took their place. Then, in order to get the billion-dollar estate, they started searching for the heiress. They figured that as long as the heiress was killed as well, the inheritance would belong to them completely. The transfer agreement I signed was fake. It was just a prop to fool everyone into thinking they truly loved the heiress.