The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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!"

"I knew it! I knew that ingrate Naomi had no good intentions!" She clutched her chest with a handkerchief, looking furious. "To avoid coming home and to make us feel guilty, she actually conspired with outsiders to stage a pity act! You photoshopped this photo, didn't you? Only a lowlife like you would come up with such a despicable scheme!" I floated in the air, looking at the mess on the floor. My heart felt like it was being shattered. That was the offering Alex had saved up for days to buy for me. That was the photo he wiped clean countless times every day.

~The Fake Daughter Of The Sterling Family~ Her finger twitched around the phone and her expression hardened the moment the thumbnail loaded, display a picture of her with an arrow pointing directly at her face, with the words FAKE DAUGHTER plastered beside it. Against her better judgement, Mirena's fingers moved and played the video. Camille appeared on screen almost immediately. Her eyes were red and her voice trembled as she spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen,” She began, emotion perfectly measured. “Today, I’m going to tell you the truth hidden behind the curtains. Today, I’m going to expose who the fake daughter of the Sterling family really is!”

he said, each word carved from steel,"you will all be fired before you finish your lunch." Hands shook. Phones lowered. Screens were frantically cleared. But the damage was done. Everyone had seen Kai's arm around me. Heard him claim he was my fiancé. Seen Alan's reaction. To them, the dots were already connected. Julia Carter — the fake heiress begging for financial help — was now suddenly in the middle of a love triangle between her boss and a new auditor. Scandal.Louder than ever.Heavier than yesterday. Kai realized it too. "Jules…" he whispered, regret flooding his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pull you into more trouble."

Next, he shifted his attention to Sharon, who could only bite the bullet by saying, "Right. This is Mr. Dominic Lane, the head of the Lane family from Nord City. This is his wife, Ms. Eva." After learning that Mia was the true Ms. Lane, Sharon hadn't gone outdoors. The sheer thought of Mia attending today's party caused too much anxiety for her to get a good night's sleep last night. Sharon was fully aware of how badly she had treated Mia in the past, looking down upon Mia for not having any power or influence. Now, karma was here to collect its debt. Maya was the fake heiress, and Mia was the real one. Claude added, "You're not finished yet. The most important person here is our precious si

My knees threatened to buckle and shame warred inside me, making both felt like poison. “You see, the jewelry box didn't open. And that makes her not your sister.” Tricia mocks and if the students laughed. A few cheered as if the day’s entertainment had been completed. The principal's expression tightened, pleased to see order restored to her neat world. “Well, the jewelry box must be broken like I earlier suggested. And that is why Tricia, the true Belfort Heiress, couldn't open it. For Yvonne, there was no way it could open it because she isn't anything close to a heiress, she is just faking it all”

Below the stage, Nick and my stepmother stood slack-jawed, the color draining from their faces until they looked cadaverous. The hall, which had been stunned into silence a moment before, now erupted into a roar. "Oh my God—what play is this? Who is the real heiress?" "Jessica is the true heiress? She's been treated so unfairly!" "The Wheaton family is monstrous—using their daughter as a bargaining chip and treasuring an impostor?" Amid the chaos, I lifted the microphone. "Carrie." Carrie whipped her head toward me, eyes blazing. "There's one more thing in the box."

He pulled her behind him and pointed an accusing finger at me. "What's with the sarcastic tone, Millie? If you didn't take Sienna's place and steal her identity, do you really think that you would be standing here in your tailored clothes right now? You stole everything that you have now from Sienna. How shameless do you have to be to keep antagonizing her?" The crowd began discussing among themselves again as they shot looks of disdain and contempt at me. "I really wonder where this fake heiress is getting the confidence to act so arrogantly. If I were in her shoes, I would have made myself scarce ages ago."

Before I could linger in that feeling, someone burst into the room and shattered the moment. The giant screen behind the stage flickered to life. Footage from the orphanage began to play. “I’m the real Bailey heiress! She’s nothing but a scheming fake!” Cassie strode into the venue with her chin held high. The desperation from earlier had vanished. She thought that showing my shameful side to everyone would grant her heiress position back. Unfortunately for her, the staff answered to Ann. The USB drive had been swapped, and the video playing on the screen starred none other than Cassie herself.

That distance had kept him safe—until tonight. Dave, as always, played the messenger. "You'll find exactly what you're looking for in this basement," Dave assured the man on the screen. The old voice on the other side chuckled with satisfaction. "Excellent. Once the auction ends, get her up to the hill." Dave nodded respectfully. "And about what you promised me…" "It's done. She's just a fake heiress. I still don't understand why you people value her so much. She nearly ruined everything this time—make sure it doesn't happen again."