The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

“As the Cooper family’s real heiress, I spent twenty years living like a poor girl. I never blamed my parents, and I never resented Jade for taking my place, but she still tried to steal my marriage. “When I refused, she framed me for kidnapping. It was only because my parents fought to get me out that I’m standing here today. I’ve had enough. I’m going to show everyone who she really is!” With that, she clapped her hands. Across the street, the mall’s giant screen flickered to life, playing an explicit video of me with the driver. “How… how could this happen? That was evidence the driver risked his life to give me. I meant to show it to everyone, but I didn’t expect Jade to…” Yuna covered h

"Back you up? As if you're worth that effort!" Little did they know that Larissa was not just some maid's daughter. She was the heiress of the wealthiest family on the globe, the Shaws. In my previous life, I only found out as I was dying that she had fallen for me at a childhood party. Knowing I was promised to others, she bravely defied her family to get close to me by pretending to be someone she was not. I would not make the same mistake in my new life. Holly and her cronies would get what was coming to them.

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]

Ruth dropped to her knees and put on her best pitiful act. "Mom, please, give us your blessings. Micah and I grew up together. Our feelings for each other run deep…" Mom shook all over with rage, too angry to get a single word out. I watched this ridiculous scene and tightened my grip on the baseball bat. I laughed derisively and said, "Micah, you're seriously out of your mind." I swung the baseball bat hard into his shin, my expression instantly turning into one of grief. "She's a fake heiress, but you're a true heir! How can you screw your own parents over for an outsider? You've let this vixen scramble your brain!"

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

"I didn't mean to ruin my sister's engagement banquet." The tears spilled over while she was still talking. And the eyes around the room shifted, one by one. "So she's the real heiress?" "Then what does that make Elena?" "A fake. That's all." The whispers were getting louder, sharper. I couldn't breathe right anymore, and without thinking, my hand tightened on Alexander's. Like he was the last thing keeping me from going under. "Alexander." My eyes were already burning. You promised me. You said you'd marry me no matter what happened.

She frowned as she wondered whether Eve killed Lilian by accident or if it was intentional. “No,” Tracy replied. “Then…” Lilian started speaking but then glanced at Alaine. “If you aren’t her sister, why are you calling her mother, mom?” “Oh,” Tracy replied, understanding what was happening. “Well, she is a fake heiress. Do you get it now?” Tracy said, stunning everyone. “Tracy,” Alaine said in a low yet commanding tone, as she didn’t like Tracy’s words. Tracy turned to her mother, her eyes staring at the woman with no ripple of emotions. “What? She stole my life. What is there to hide? People will find out sooner or later, or…”

The day I came home as my parents' long-lost daughter, a pain-link system connected us. Whenever I got hurt, my parents and two older brothers would suffer the same injuries and feel the same pain, no matter how far apart we were. At first, I thought I'd imagined it. Then, while looking through an old photo album, I cut my right index finger on a page. Before Mom could press a tissue to it, her own fingertip began to bleed. Dad and my second brother Leo Hartley stared down at identical cuts on their hands. Even my oldest brother, Ethan Hartley, called before he got home to ask why his finger had suddenly started bleeding. The next afternoon, I arrived early for the welcome-home party my pare

I was abandoned at a werewolf orphanage the day I was born. But one look at me was all it took for a witch to predict that I'd grow up rich. After I posted a notice searching for my birth family, the second- and third-wealthiest werewolf packs came forward and took me in, one after the other. When the first pack's fake heiress forged messages to make it look like I'd leaked pack secrets to a rogue, I turned the tables by uncovering evidence of the rogue's crimes. My adoptive father, Alaric Sterling, rewarded me with control of three mineral veins. When the second pack's fake heiress slit her own wrist and accused me of draining her wolf power, I used the moment to reveal my healing gift. Thi

I clung desperately to her hand, whispering for her to stop, but she frantically yanked my child out of my body. The moment my baby left me, I collapsed into unconsciousness. When I opened my eyes again, the fake heiress was holding my newborn high, smiling wickedly at me. "Look who's awake! Next, we'll livestream this little monster's demise." "Don't…" I scrambled toward the fake heiress, but she crazily let go of her grip.