Novel & Cerita The Fake Heiress Turns The Tables

“You really don’t know who you’re talking to, do you?” She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh, I do. You’re Jessica Alcott, the spoiled heiress everyone’s too scared to tell the truth to.” That did it. I picked up the nearest glass of wine and raised it slowly to my lips, pretending to take a sip. But before she could blink, I tilted my wrist and poured it on her instead. The red liquid splashed across her cream dress, staining it instantly. “Oops,” I said sweetly. “My mistake.”

The girl who had worn Aria’s name like it was hers. And for the first time— she looked uncertain. Good. Aria walked forward. Slow. Controlled. Each step deliberate. Each movement calculated. Until she stopped directly in front of her. Silence stretched. Heavy. Then— the fake heiress laughed lightly. “Oh wow… so it’s true.” Her voice wavered just slightly. “But honestly? This is kind of embarrassing for you, isn’t it?” Murmurs spread. “She hid who she was.” “She let all of this happen.”

“You can’t seriously be suggesting a fake marriage, Michelle.” “Why not? Pretending this relationship was real has worked so far. Why stop now?” She asked, gaze unwavering. She was serious. “No,” I shook my head. “A fake marriage? That’s too far over the line.” The heiress stood, coming around the island as she spoke. “Will your father peacefully accept losing his chance to build a permanent connection with Hughes Industries?” She asked, voice harsh and unbending. “My parents will be disappointed, but they’ll easily find another wealthy heir to make their son-in-law.”

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

The sound of the vase shattering and my furious roar echoed through the entire hall. Hearing what I said, the crowd burst into mocking laughter. "She must be really sick in the head. First she pretended to be the richest woman's granddaughter, and now she's claiming to be the heir of the company? That's beyond ridiculous." "Exactly. Even if she was the richest woman's biological granddaughter, it's not like a woman would ever inherit the company. After all, the richest woman has two grandsons."

“After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out. “I’ll marry Peter, and everything will be just like in the dream.” After saying that, she suddenly messed up her hair, let water drip down her body, reddened her eyes, and rushed out. I sensed danger and hurried after her. The moment I stepped out, four or five reporters blocked the door with cameras and recorders. Flash after flash lit up both of us. So she had already set a trap, and she had been waiting for me to fall for it. Vicky turned back with a triumphant smirk, then instantly switched into a dramatic victim.

The night before our exam scores came out, the fake heiress said it to my face, in front of everyone. "Claire, I hear you're supposed to be some kind of star student. Why don't we compare?" What she didn't know was that I'd known for a long time she was bound to a score-transfer system. In my last life, she set the terms of the bet and had our scores read out in front of that whole room. I became the joke of the city, and the mob online finished me off. "Let's compete fairly. Only the best of us deserves the Bennett name." "When you lose, you give up climbing for good — and I might still find you work as a cleaner." I frowned and waved her off. She only pushed harder. "Unless the sc

"Looks like the fake heiress is about to soar into the heavens. If she manages to marry Mr. Quill, even the true heiress will have to keep her head down around her." A look of smugness flashed across Belinda's face when she heard the crowd's comments. She stood up, her face flushed as she said, "Since Mr. Quill has booked out the venue, drink up, everyone!" She deliberately paused before turning to look at Ivory. She smiled sweetly and said, "You, too, Ivy. I won't treat anyone differently." Her words earned her another round of praise. Everyone complimented her for being kind while making snide remarks about Ivory, saying that she wasn't half as cultured as a fake heiress.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

“Elena, you are being too polite. Do people like her even need to look in the mirror?” The mockery from the group made Sophia fear a sense of joy. She added with sarcasm, “You girls might not know, but she is Renea Morris, the fake heiress of the Morris family.” “So she is that shameless fake heiress. No wonder she doesn’t have any sense of embarrassment.” Renea took them as a rabid dog who liked to bite recklessly. She couldn’t be bothered to retaliate. “Stop right there.” Sophia looked blocked Renea’s path. She was infuriated at getting, ignored by Renea.