The False Heiress Trap Novels & Stories

Keyboard Overkill

They knew exactly who I was. "Is that the little charity case he’s been keeping hidden away in his penthouse?" another woman mocked, laughing softly behind her lace fan. "She actually thought she deserved to be his Heiress . How pathetic. A nameless, penniless nobody thinking she could ever match a titan like Malakai Thorne. She was nothing but a temporary pet, and she actually thought she was special." The cruel laughter pressed in on me from all sides. The walls of the ballroom felt like they were collapsing inward, suffocating me. The velvet mask on my face suddenly felt like a tight, choking noose.

I wasn’t sure how she could have found out, but it was possible that she had at least an inkling that I wasn’t really the princess. She was testing me, wasn’t she? Trying to see if I would crack and fall from grace. Well, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. This banquet needed to be perfect. No one could know the truth. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the nearby window and spotted the brooch tied to a ribbon around my neck—the royal heirloom. It had to be worth a lot of money. “I have something,” I blurted out, touching the pendant. “A royal heirloom—a brooch. It’s probably worth a lot, and the King is apparently looking for it.”

She frowned as she wondered whether Eve killed Lilian by accident or if it was intentional. “No,” Tracy replied. “Then…” Lilian started speaking but then glanced at Alaine. “If you aren’t her sister, why are you calling her mother, mom?” “Oh,” Tracy replied, understanding what was happening. “Well, she is a fake heiress. Do you get it now?” Tracy said, stunning everyone. “Tracy,” Alaine said in a low yet commanding tone, as she didn’t like Tracy’s words. Tracy turned to her mother, her eyes staring at the woman with no ripple of emotions. “What? She stole my life. What is there to hide? People will find out sooner or later, or…”

I would never let go, not this time. I reached out and hooked my arm through his, pulling him closer. "Don't worry. I won't lose." Just then, from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Sienna in a dark corner, glaring at us with pure venom. Before my eyes, the pop-up messages appeared again. [Don't fall into Drake Weston's trap so easily!] [This is all a setup Drake designed for you. At your engagement party, he'll get together with the fake heiress and completely betray you. Callum will be drugged by Drake while trying to protect you and violated by others. You must protect Callum at the engagement party!]

“Don’t make a scene.” A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. “A scene?” I turned slowly, my eyes locking with his. “You just handed my life’s work to Celeste and tossed me aside like I am some piece of garbage. And you’re worried about a scene?” Damian stood beside him, arms crossed, his face unreadable. Celeste, of course, was smirking, enjoying every bit of my humiliation. “You should be grateful,” Celeste purred, stepping forward. “You were only ever a placeholder, Scarlett. You kept my seat warm, but now the rightful heir is back.”

“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.

She reread the last paragraph she'd written: "The problem with lies is that they breed. One small deception requires another, and another until you're surrounded by a web of your own making—a web that traps you more effectively than any prison." Too on the nose, perhaps. She deleted it with a grimace. Her phone buzzed with an incoming text. Jane again, her third message today: ‘Not enough! The housekeeper says nothing's changed since the party. Need more chaos. Remember our deal….$50K more when he files for divorce.’

She fell into my trap faster than I expected. Not satisfied, she also got carried away by the idea of an apartment in an upscale neighborhood to pretend to have a status she no longer possesses. Instead of investing the money in something that could help her in the future, like her own business, she chose an apartment that she couldn't even afford the condominium fees for without a well-paying job. Two million dollars were tempting for someone who had lost everything, but principles should prevail. Rachel didn't hesitate and moved forward. Now it was time to face the consequences. Shirley came up with the idea for the app, and I took advantage of the scheme and had it created specifically fo