The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

Tammy pointed at the menu like some tacky nouveau riche. The server looked at me politely. I nodded. “Go ahead.” Tammy turned to me smugly, “I hope you don’t mind, Scarlett. I lived a hard time at the orphanage for two decades. I’m not asking for too much, am I?” “Not at all, so long as you can finish the food,” I said indifferently. Throughout dinner, Tammy kept feeding John and Catherine with her warped logic. “Mom, Dad, you have no idea how terrible fake heiresses are. They act all sweet while transferring the assets behind your back. You might want to keep a close eye on the family money and property.”

As she got out of the car, she leaned close to my ear and whispered in an eerie tone, "Faye Lockman, if your classmates found out you're just a fake heiress who has been lying to them all along, I wonder what they would think of you." The comment section came alive again. "Tanya is pretty cunning. She can't get the upper hand at home, so she's shifting the battlefield to the school instead." "Tanya is amazing at manipulating public opinion. Back in middle school, she drove someone who bullied her to the point of dropping out. The fake heiress is done for." They chatted away, discussing my tragic downfall. I said nothing and simply walked toward the classroom with my backpack.

Her face was a mask of contempt. "Lorenzo? He's a nobody. Hasn't even locked down his place in the family yet," she sneered. "Why would I waste my time? The real prize is the Volkov heir. When I'm Mrs. Volkov, a guy like Lorenzo won't be worthy of shining my shoes." The room erupted in gasps. I stared at the screen, unable to believe it. But it kept playing. The next clip showed her faking a heart attack to scam some other rich guy out of a sports car.

The sound of the plastic hitting the bottom echoed like a gunshot. "The marriage was a fake. The watch was a fake. And your 'love' was the biggest fake of all." Julian’s face twisted in a mix of rage and shame. "Fine! You want to play it this way? You think you’ve won? You’re just a woman with a big bank account now. You think the other families will just let a 'hidden heiress' take over? They’ll tear you apart!" "Let them try," Elena said. "But they’ll have to get through the board meeting first. Which starts now. Marcus, show Mr. Vane to the service elevator. I believe he has an appointment at the unemployment office."

She tried again and again, but every attempt failed. "She was acting so big just now, and she can't even pay 700 grand?" "She's a fake heiress, and even her card's fake, too?" "With nothing to back it up, she still dared to pass as an heiress. That's bold!" The whispers closed in around her, each one sharper than the last. Violet's face flushed red. She finally looked at me, anger burning in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word. If she did, everyone would know she hadn't just stolen my identity, but she had been using my credit card, too.

I gritted my teeth, feeling a tearing pain that drenched me in sweat, followed by a sudden sense of relief. I trembled, reaching down, and to my shock, I felt my baby's head. I looked up, my eyes pleading, toward the fake heiress. "The baby's head is out! Please help me call a doctor. If you let my child be born safely, I'll give you anything, even the title of the billionaire's daughter…" The fake heiress approached me with a cold stare. She pinched my face to aim it at the screen, her voice dripping with malice as she asked, "Do you all want to see the spawn of a mistress being born?"

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]

Her deceit was exposed, and she was caught red-handed before being slapped by the real heiress. The real heiress was none other than Neve, and the person getting slapped was Jade. No wonder Bella had said this scene had been specifically prepared for her. No wonder the assistant's expression had been off. No wonder the usually closed and strict production was bustling with activity today. Everything had been schooled by Bella to humiliate Jade in public. "She’s trying to play tricks on me, huh." Jade smirked, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. Putting down the script and sitting back in her seat, she acted as if nothing had happened.

"How did you manage to stay?" Vita pointed at Laurel. "She just cried in front of the bodyguards and lured them away." Then she looked at Rebecca. "She drew a birthmark on her lower back and said she was the real heiress. She threatened that if they delayed her family reunion, she would make them regret it. Those people had no idea what the real heiress situation was, so they believed her and let us in." Finally, she flexed her arm. "And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out."