The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Novels & Stories

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

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?]

I was seven the first time I pulled a trigger. From 550 yards away, I killed a pirate who was hijacking a shipment. I grew up by the water, and two families claimed me as their daughter. The first was the Salvatore family. Their fake heiress wanted me to take the fall for her on a trafficking charge. I put her in federal prison instead. Life without parole. The second was the Vasiliev family. Their fake heiress got on her knees and swore she wouldn't compete with me. Then she paid someone to kill me. I sent her and the money to the bottom of the harbor. It took a third DNA test for anyone to realize I was the biological daughter of the Macchetti family. The old crime family that controlled a

When my billionaire birth parents tried yet again to bring me home, I shook my head without hesitation. As someone practically born with dollar signs in her eyes, I loved money more than just about anything. But even I knew better than to walk straight into the drama of a filthy-rich family. “I may love money more than life itself, but there’s no way I’m stepping into that mess. Knowing my luck, I’d walk away without a dime and get screwed over by the fake heiress instead.” My parents immediately protested. “Xena has always been such a sweet, sensible girl. She’d be too busy spoiling you to ever hurt you.” Since they clearly didn’t believe me, I pulled a document from my pocket titled “

In front of me was an opened booklet which I ignored and reply to her. "Don't be too judgemental, Ms. Davis. I will soon be your Fiance." Smilingly, she nodded but seems she was forcing the smile. It looked more artificial on her face than the one I secretly saw her sprout. "Err— Yes, our deal is sealed so far you read through the contract and sign it." She said and eyed the booklet that was spread open in front of me. A weird snicker escaped from my lips as I read the Contract heading. 'CALL FOR CONTRACT: MAFIA HEIRESS'S FICTITIOUS FIANCE'

I was watching the heiress, dressed in a shade of yellow so garish, my fingers itched to tear it off and reveal the naked skin I’d seen last night at the hotel. “What is this?” she seethed, glancing pointedly at the unfolding interrogation. Her made man stood stiff behind her, ready to put a bullet in me if things escalated. “Your arms dealer sold me high-grade fakes. And now he’s going to pay.” Her eyes widened, like she’d just remembered what world she lived in, before the cool mask slid back on. A near-pout tugged at her lips. I stared at it, wondering how she’d taste.

They sat in the suite on the second floor, waiting for that expectant moment. Papa barked into his walkie-talkie, "Get that traitor out here now!" It was then that the iron cage was pushed onto the stage, only for it to be completely empty inside. The host of the auction ran onto the stage in a panic, yelling, "S-She's gone!" Papa stood up with a start. "What do you mean? You bunch of useless bastards! How did you lose her?" Just as chaos began to ripple through the hall, the auction doors creaked open, and a single spotlight fell on the doorway. I proceeded forward with measured steps while I linked my arm with Tiziano's, wearing a sleek black gown and a pair of high heels.

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

He complimented my appearance, praised my taste in fashion, and even when I finished my lunch, I heard him murmur from outside the door, "Ms. Hudson, you have such elegant manners while eating. I really should emulate you!" He followed me around like a shadow while the rest of the office watched with curiosity. "Annabeth, you're back already? Just what kind of connections do you have?" Several people gathered around, fishing for answers, but I only smiled in response. The company had already split into two factions. One group, led by Mitchell, openly curried favor with me. The other still believed Yvette was the true heiress and waited for her triumphant return. "Annabeth, you framed the cha

She lunged at me like a madwoman, but the police restrained her firmly. The guests all took a huge step back, afraid of getting caught up in the chaos. As for the socialites and wealthy women who had just joined Vanessa in humiliating me, their faces turned deathly pale. They looked like they wished they could disappear into the ground. None of them had imagined that the "Mrs. Whitmore" they had tried so hard to flatter was nothing more than a fraud with a fake certificate, while the "housekeeper's daughter" they had trampled on was the true heiress of the Whitmore family.