The Fake Heiress Turns Out To Be A True Tycoon Novels & Stories

By morning…The entire city knew my name. Morrison heiress returns. Neil Morrison’s daughter appears after years in hiding. The new face of a billion-dollar empire. The headlines were everywhere and Vincent Carter was about to get what was coming for him. I stood in front of the glass windows of the Morrison headquarters, the city stretching beneath me. Different view, different life. “Everything is ready,” Brian said behind me. I didn’t turn. “Walk me through it again.” “No loopholes,” he said. “No delays. By the time the market opens—Carter Technologies is no longer his.”

Then he turned, and took the other girl's hand. "Welcome home. My true bride." That was all he said. The hall exploded. "This is unreal. She doesn't actually think Lord Alexander loved her, does she?" "A fake trying to marry into a vampire House." "No noble blood, just a regular human. What is she even?" The voices cut into my ears like knives. The people who'd flattered me, who'd fawned over me, who'd tried to get close to me, every one of them stood with my family and the man I'd grown up with and helped shove me into hell.

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.

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

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.

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.