The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

I let out a cold laugh. “You idiots! Don’t think that you can acquire the James Corporation by spreading rumors and slandering me! “Take a few pills and go to sleep if you want to keep dreaming.” Before they could even react in anger, I swiftly ended the call. The Internet was demanding that I, the fake heiress, leave the James family and hand over the position of heir to the real one. As the public outcry reached its peak, I finally made my move.

"Listen up—even if you're back now, this family and the engagement with the Frosts can only be mine! Trash like you from the sticks are only worthy of worshiping the ground I walk on!" As soon as she finished, she suddenly threw herself backward with a dramatic gasp. "Ah! Jemima, why did you push me?" The fake fall was smooth and practiced, like she'd studied thousands of trashy fake-heiress melodramas. Too bad it was me she was trying to mess with. The instant her back hit the ground, I drew in a breath, gathered all my strength, and let out a scream ten times more tragic than hers. "Ruth! What's wrong?"

"This isn't ours! Our shop is the most upscale bridal boutique in Ausville. People like you don't belong here. Get out, or I'll call the police!" Crossing my legs elegantly, I cast a disdainful glance at Rosalie and said slowly, "Call the police? Sure, let's have them decide who's impersonating me, who destroyed my receipt in broad daylight, and who's slandering me." As I spoke, I pulled out my phone, ready to dial. Aspen's expression shifted, and she screamed, "Alice Lowe! Don't you dare!" Why wouldn't I dare? There was nothing I wouldn't dare to do when dealing with a wannabe imposter!

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

“Why are you calling him Mr. Caleb? You should call him your precious son.” As he joked, he kept watching my face, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t say anything. But our classmates crowded around us, gasping and shouting. Phone cameras were already raised, their lenses flashing under the lights. “Oh my God, Caleb Moore, isn’t that your family’s housekeeper, Mrs. Zimmer?” “The real heir and the fake heir have been right next to us this whole time?” “Hurry, record this!” Countless looks of disgust landed on me. It was as if I really were the fake heir from some drama, the one who had stolen someone else’s place and used his parents’ love to get away with anything.

Jasmine thanked him, turned, and walked outside the company. "That's Jasmine. Do you know about the fake heiress case six years ago? It was all over the news; it was all about her." "She's the woman who swapped her life with a real heiress for over twenty years, a thief with a criminal record, and only a high school diploma." "How dare she show her face at Stellar Enterprises?" Jasmine kept her head down. These people were talking as if they didn't care if she could hear them. "I heard she knows how to please men. Apparently, among the rich upper class in the

princess" title with Alicia. - The birthday banquet was a grand affair. Everyone came to catch a glimpse of the Rodney family's long-lost second daughter. Dressed in a custom-made gown by Chester, Alicia played her role to perfection as the dazzling, untouchable heiress of the Rodney family. While pretending to help me change into my dress, she leaned in, eyes bright with smugness, and whispered in my ear, "So what if you're the biological daughter, Eliza? You're just the second child—barely relevant. I'm still the one Mom and Dad adore most. You want to play dirty little tricks? Eliza, you've got a long way to go."

"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..."

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

On my birthday, the family's fake heiress threw herself into the sea. She left a suicide note saying she was giving me back my rightful place in the family. I'd already spent every day in the Carter house walking on eggshells, and in a single moment her death dropped me straight into hell. My parents hated me. "We brought you back into this family and gave you everything. Was that still not enough for you? Why couldn't you let her stay?" My brother blamed me. "You were raised in foster care like some wild animal. You don't belong in this family at all. Chloe was the one who begged us to bring you home. Don't you have an ounce of gratitude?" Not one of them mentioned that my life of suppo