The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I smiled faintly, raised my glass, and continued my introduction to the guests. The banquet ended smoothly. Everyone now knew that the Hartley family's biological daughter, Amanda Hartley, was intelligent and gracious. And that imposter? She was just a lunatic who spread lies about others. From now on, she'd spend the rest of her life haunted by those very lies. I strode forward and pushed open the villa doors. In the warm glow of the lights, Mom and Dad came walking toward me. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Amanda, happy birthday!"

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

I had a strange habit: everything I responded to somehow ended up going nowhere. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an electric scooter and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest and promised, "Don't worry. I'll tell you if anyone comes!" Then I turned around, crouched by the side of the road, and watched ants carry food. Twenty minutes later, both he and the stolen scooter were being loaded into a police car. Later, I got kidnapped. The kidnapper told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, sir!" Then I stuck my head out the car window and waved at the pedestrians. "Hi, everyone! This stranger says I have to be quiet!" Three blocks later, more tha

A knock sounded suddenly on the locked windows startling me. Zane. “Not coming down?” he asked, squinting. I gathered myself and dragged myself down from the car. Immediately I stood in front of the castle, my stomach knotted tight. Just then, Zane's mother came out of the castle. “Elysia Vale,” she called, a welcome smile spreading on her face. “Good day Ms Beatrice Hawthorne.” I dipped my head respectfully. “Come my dear.” She motioned me to step onto the shining marble floors that felt almost sinful to match on it.

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

“Tell me she’s lying.” He didn’t hesitate. “She’s not.” My chest tightened. “So everything… was fake?” Vincent leaned back against the couch, his expression completely indifferent. “The ceremony was real enough,” he said. “Just not legal.” I stared at him, unable to process how easily he said it. “Why?” My voice cracked despite my effort to stay strong. “Why would you do this to me?” He didn’t answer immediately. Rumbidzai did. “Because you were convenient,” she said smoothly. “You cooked, you cleaned, you took care of the house… and most importantly—” She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “You raised my son.”

Jessica's expression shifted from terror to blank disbelief. She stood up, walked over to Jeremy, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face against his chest. "Jeremy, I only did it because I loved you too much. "I'm a fake heiress. Before Madison came back, everyone said we were the perfect match. But the moment she returned, everything changed. I was afraid you'd forget me. I was afraid no one would want me anymore. I did those things because I loved you too much."

Anything that could give us traction and open doors that would otherwise remain closed to us. For Vivienne, it was easier. She pretended to be the sister of her boss's late wife, who had passed away years ago. And somehow, her boss ended up falling in love with her. As for me? I decided to fake being the heiress of the Raven family. And somehow, our little lies worked. Now, the two of us were swimming in money. Seeing her standing there, I instantly got to my feet and rushed toward her. “Vivi!” I threw my arms around her in a warm hug.

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

"So that's what happened! He sold himself to save the company? No wonder the real eldest son backed out. The fake heir pulled the ultimate pity play and stole his fiancée!" "I knew Ms. Moore would never willingly give up the Shane family. Turns out she got trapped by this manipulative little green tea man." "Now this is getting interesting. The real heir versus the scheming fake heir who clawed his way up. What a mess." The reporters' cameras swung wildly between Christine, Michael, and me, desperate not to miss a single micro-expression. Christine's face had gone beyond merely ugly. I tightened my grip on Haylee's hand and smiled brightly at her.