The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"You don't work here. You never did. You just lived here." "You... you can't do this to me!" she screamed, real tears now, not fake. Her perfect life crumbling in one signature. "I AM A WESTON! I AM!" "No," I said, walking to the door. "You were a placeholder. Your job is done. You can go back to being nobody now." I opened the boardroom door. And who was standing outside, leaning against the wall, holding two coffees? Ace Moore. He handed me one. "Thought you might need a real investor after you took over the company he said.

I didn’t need Vanessa to finish the sentence to know where she was going with it. She stepped back, shaking her head as if I disgusted her. “A fake will always be a fake. Do you really think a few fancy words in front of a big shot will change anything? Will Valen Gravestone even remember your name when he leaves? No. The world will only see me, Vanessa Cardwell, the real heiress as the face of this merger. And you?” She tilted her head mockingly. “You’re nothing.” My voice was ice. “Get out.”

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.

No excessive makeup. Yet the icy aura surrounding her made the entire ballroom feel suffocating. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor. And with every step— Selena’s face grew paler. “Ve… Vessara…?” Selena’s smile froze completely. Jason frowned immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Laurent abruptly rose to their feet. Whispers instantly spread throughout the ballroom. “Wasn’t she in prison?” “The fake heiress?” “She actually came back?”

She denied that she didn't create the pictures but she knew it was fake and someone sent it to her anonymously. She admitted that she thought I had something to do with the fake Lucia for scamming her. I checked my social media platform for comments. People who were criticizing and insulting me yesterday, are now insulting Prissy. Calling her names. I mean, why would I help scam her, I am a multibillionaire heiress with a generational wealth. Prissy deserves whatever comes her way. “Turn off the TV,” I ordered the maid. I walked to my bathroom to clean up.

He would only take action if the company's interests were involved. I inhaled before showing everyone my phone screen. "Are you sure that you still want to consider choosing Isaac over me, Grandpa?" Naturally, Mom had also seen the message on the screen. She crumpled to the floor and stammered, "T-That's impossible…" I scoffed as I swept my gaze over Mom's disbelieving expression, asking, "Is it really so hard for you to acknowledge my capabilities? A fake will always be a fake. No matter how hard you try to nurture him, he'll never be anything but a fake!"

I closed my eyes, savoring this happiness that was soaked in blood yet incredibly secure. The drama of the real and fake heiress had finally ended in my total victory. This is my ending. It isn't a fairy tale. But I am the one and only Mrs. D'Angelo, the Queen of the underworld. (The End)

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"