Novel & Cerita The Fake Heiress Turns Out To Be A True Tycoon

Her smile disappeared. She answered. “Hello?” A man's voice came through. Calm. Deep. Controlled. “Miss Lin.” “Who are you?” “My name is Gu Yichen.” Lin froze. The name was impossible to misunderstand. Gu Group. The billionaire CEO. One of the most powerful businessmen in Shanghai. “Why are you calling me?” “I'd like to meet you.” Lin frowned. “Why?” “I have something to discuss with you.” “What?” There was a brief silence. “You'll understand when we meet.”

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

Once the contract was announced, Young Group's stock would likely rise several percentage points, giving Katarina another chance to make a large profit. That was why no matter how hard Finella looked, she could not uncover the details. She pressured Sydney instead. After forcing her way back onto the estate for breakfast, Sydney started looking for an opening. She followed Katarina and Hunter closely. Katarina was a real heiress, while Sydney was only pretending to be one. Around Katarina, Sydney behaved almost like a servant, praising her constantly, picking up tennis balls, and offering to bring drinks. Katarina accepted the attention because it fed her vanity. Even the supposed eldest dau

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.

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

“You stole his company, his mansion, his legacy—everything—and you want to pretend you deserve it?!” The comments were rolling in faster than Alaya could even read: "Wait… Alaya owns the Westwood mansion??” “Isn’t she the girl he cheated with?” “This is so messy " “Janelle’s so brave to confront her like this!” “She forged the will?!? She’s disgusting!” Janelle shoved the phone closer to Alaya’s face, the front camera inches from her skin. “Admit it! Admit you faked everything!” Alaya had had enough.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

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.

‘What if she was faking it? I hesitated for a moment, then reached for the bag lying by the curb. I opened it, searching through the contents: a few clothes, some crumpled bills, and random stuff—no gun. My eyes lingered on the money for a second longer than they should’ve. Damn. She looked like she was on the run from something—or someone—but I couldn’t just take it. I zipped the bag up quickly and shoved it into the passenger seat beside me. She was either a runaway or travelling pretty light. Worst case scenario, she was a thief.

It was the spelling of that company’s name. Amanda:I think he preys on the innocent. He finds these corporations and swallows them up, then he turns around and ‘makes them better’ for more profit. He’s basically buying and flipping houses, except he’s buying and flipping businesses. It’s kind of heartless and gross.