The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

She turned towards the fake heiress. “How does it feel barking orders when in fact you are a fake?” Yuna’s breath hitched. “Wh… what are you talking about? I don’t understand,” she stammered, walking over to the door, but Ji-ah grabbed her hand, yanking her backwards. “Isn’t that crown heavy… I mean, it’s not yours to begin with.” “Don’t push your limits, Willa,” Aria snapped. “Oh wow, so now you don’t want to be the thief?” Ji-ah said.

"Looks like the fake heiress is about to soar into the heavens. If she manages to marry Mr. Quill, even the true heiress will have to keep her head down around her." A look of smugness flashed across Belinda's face when she heard the crowd's comments. She stood up, her face flushed as she said, "Since Mr. Quill has booked out the venue, drink up, everyone!" She deliberately paused before turning to look at Ivory. She smiled sweetly and said, "You, too, Ivy. I won't treat anyone differently." Her words earned her another round of praise. Everyone complimented her for being kind while making snide remarks about Ivory, saying that she wasn't half as cultured as a fake heiress.

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

“Paid my way in? She’s going that far?” Paul nodded, holding up his phone where a fresh headline had appeared. The words blared: "Pregnant Suzanne Langford Lands Lead Role in ‘The Heiress Escape’ – Is This the Studio’s Strategy or Just a Scandalous Coincidence?" “The way it’s worded,” Paul continued, “it makes it sound like your pregnancy was the deciding factor, and that the studio is using you for the public sympathy angle. She’s trying to twist the whole thing—like you’re some kind of pawn. And her fans are already eating it up.”

I took her to the hospital, and when I heard she lost her memories, I was momentarily thrilled. I thought I could finally use her as a pawn to get what I wanted. But when I saw her, I decided to test her intelligence to see if she was genuinely suffering from amnesia. To my surprise, she was pretending. So, I had to switch plans and resort to blackmailing her. I dropped her picture, my eyes scanning the calendar on my desk. My court case was approaching quickly. I needed to speak with Evelyn to be fast with her revenge plan. With my court case around the corner, I required her full attention. Once that was taken care of, I would decide what to do with her.

"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 day Nathan's company went public, he came to the Bennett estate exactly as we'd agreed. Everyone assumed he was finally going to marry me. But the fiancée he brought with him was Vanessa. "I run a public company now. I need a wife who can stand beside me in front of a camera. "Vanessa is the Bennett heir, and she runs her own charity foundation. She's a better fit for the role than you are." He placed the keys to a Manhattan apartment in front of me. "After all these years together, I'm not going to leave you with nothing." He had no idea. Vanessa was just the baby the Bennett family had mistakenly taken home twenty-two years ago. I was the one they'd found and brought back. The real Ben

“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

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.

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.