The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

The perfect illusion. The perfect false heiress.

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.

"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."

"Damn. I didn't know rich people could apologize. I've actually lived long enough to witness it." "Feels fake, though. I bet he only asked her to come back because they ran out of options." "I feel bad for the true heiress. This family is evil." I ignored the noise. My gaze fell on the tea samples on the table, each sealed in a silver pouch. "Let's begin," I said calmly. The staff brewed the first sample and placed it before me. I lifted the cup and closed my eyes. In that instant, I felt the familiar, eerie sense of intrusion cruising through my nerves.

“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

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?]

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.