The Fake Heiress Stole My Life Novels & Stories

Agatha said with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Sarah frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked them. Agatha increased her smile, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We presented the elders with a fake heirloom. The real one is still out there, and if Lunaria finds it, she'll become the heir." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine as Lillian pulled out a necklace. "This is the fake heirloom," she said, holding it up. But as soon as Sarah saw the necklace, she let out a scream.

She could feel it deep in her soul. “What is the matter? Is everything okay? Are you feeling sick? “She asked, concern edged on her face. “It is nothing serious, sweetie. since my long-lost grandchild has been found. I need you to come and witness the biggest day of my life. There is a special banquet prepared for the purpose of making her the heiress of my fortune. She is my eldest granddaughter and I want to leave everything to her “ Caroline’s face became dark with worry. she couldn’t sit back and watch the fake granddaughter claim what didn’t belong to her.

She's just trying so much to sound normal and polite right now, but I can still sense the underlying cold tone. “How's the kids and everyone else?" I asked again. She tensed up a bit as I asked that question, but she answered anyway. “They’re very good, thank you." She answered. "So what were you saying you came to see Eugene for?” I asked her, starting the conversation. "I need your help with something.” "Go ahead, I'm all ears,” I said. "Eugene isn't the real heiress, she's impersonating someone. She’s using Mr Lancster’s failing health as a cover for now, he doesn't even know that a strange person is impersonating the heiress he chose,” She said.

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

“Amelia, what are you trying to do now?! “The test results are in, and you still can’t accept it? You’re not my granddaughter; Kimberly is! How dare you steal what belongs to her?” I smiled serenely. “If what you’re claiming is the truth, then why would I, the fake heiress, be afraid to go live? Could it be that there’s something wrong with your evidence? “I don’t care for other people’s possessions, but no one is going to take what belongs to me. Grandmother, just sit back and watch tonight’s live stream carefully.”

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"

I don't even get to sit in my car when notifications start bombarding my phone. I unlock my phone and freeze at the messages. Fake identity: Aria Sterling exposed as heiress, Zara Winterborn. Billionaire Adrian Leighton’s ex-wife returns from the dead. As I read, more notifications keep flooding in. Elite Scandal: Winterborn heiress hides secret child and fakes death. Truth exposed. The headlines keep getting more and more cruel. My hands tighten around the phone as my heart tries to burst out of my chest. No. This can't be happening right now. The media is already dissecting the story.

“And whose fault is that? You are incompetent. She could do it, so why couldn’t you? She makes one call, and MC rushes to work with her. You’re useless. I should never have brought you back! I should never have switched you in the first place!” Hearing that, Lilian was immediately enraged. “You were the one who switched me! You made me stay in the countryside all those years, living in hardship, while some impostor got to be the princess. I’m going to kill you!” Lilian lunged at Alex, and they started clawing at each other. They both forgot the security camera mounted right above the stairwell. The entire scene was broadcast live. Jack and Lauren flew into rage when they saw it. They rushed

My heart raced at a dangerous, traitorous speed. I stared at his retreating back the clumsy, exaggerated steps, the way he swung his arms like a little boy. It was too perfect. Too deliberate. A masterpiece of deception. Father thought he had sold me to a fool. Clara believed she had mocked a tragedy. The entire elite world whispered about the broken Thornhart heir who needed a nanny instead of a wife. But as I pressed trembling fingers to the place his hand had seared, I knew the truth with chilling clarity. I hadn’t been sold to a boy.