The False Heiress Trap Novels & Stories

"So that's what happened! He sold himself to save the company? No wonder the real eldest son backed out. The fake heir pulled the ultimate pity play and stole his fiancée!" "I knew Ms. Moore would never willingly give up the Shane family. Turns out she got trapped by this manipulative little green tea man." "Now this is getting interesting. The real heir versus the scheming fake heir who clawed his way up. What a mess." The reporters' cameras swung wildly between Christine, Michael, and me, desperate not to miss a single micro-expression. Christine's face had gone beyond merely ugly. I tightened my grip on Haylee's hand and smiled brightly at her.

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.

"Guards! Throw her out of the Jensen residence!" Meanwhile, Sienna continued fanning the flames of his ire. "I guess I'll see you in court since you refuse to obediently cough up the money." The crowd voiced their own opinions as they attempted to throw me out of the Jensen residence. "Get out of here, you shameless, fake heiress!" "The butler has already proved that you're lying. I can't believe that you think that you can still put up an act." "You just don't want to pay them back because you owe them too much money, right? That's why you're pretending to be clueless and claiming that you're not Millie. Do you take us for fools?"

As if blaming him for letting things slip out of control. So they knew each other. Of course they did. These two men, who, on the surface, had nothing to do with one another, had joined forces behind my back—all for the sake of a fake heiress. Together, they had destroyed my previous life. The next second, Dominic yanked my arm hard. "Eliza, are you out of your mind?! You're wearing muddy shoes! That car's worth millions—what if you damage it? Can you afford to pay for it?! Don't go causing trouble just because you got carried away. I'm not going to clean up your mess!"

"She despised our poverty, so she ran off to the city to be with another man. "I came here to take her back. We really love her, and we even kept the leftover food from her last meal before leaving." Halle began to act pitifully again, pretending like she was wronged. But the police didn't take the bait and soon exposed her lies. As a result, Halle and Dennis were arrested. I cried to the police, "You have to protect me! This crazy woman says I'm her daughter-in-law and wants her son to rape me!

“Paid my way in? She’s going that far?” Paul nodded, holding up his phone where a fresh headline had appeared. The words blared: "Pregnant Suzanne Langford Lands Lead Role in ‘The Heiress Escape’ – Is This the Studio’s Strategy or Just a Scandalous Coincidence?" “The way it’s worded,” Paul continued, “it makes it sound like your pregnancy was the deciding factor, and that the studio is using you for the public sympathy angle. She’s trying to twist the whole thing—like you’re some kind of pawn. And her fans are already eating it up.”

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

"Of course they don't know each other. The fake heiress lost her Westbridge University spot, so now she's resorting to cheap tricks to seduce Spencer. She's downright shameless for always trying to steal the real heiress' man." Me? Trying to seduce Spencer? What an absurd, pathetic assumption. I straightened the desk that had been kicked askew expressionlessly and erased the butterfly doodle with my eraser. Then, under the mix of sympathetic, scornful, and gloating stares, I walked out of the class with my head held high.

Me, Andrea Vale, pretending heiress turned contract mistress, getting fed strawberries on a billionaire’s lap like some twisted fairy tale. The other part is already counting down the hours until he comes home. And wondering exactly what kind of “test” a man like Tristan Hale has in mind for tonight.

The man she believes to be her lover, the one she trusts with her body and soul, is an imposter. A wave of fear and betrayal washed over her, threatening to consume her entirely. “What the fuck are you doing?” The man on top of her, his malicious grin widening, confirms her worst fears. "Oh, my dear Elizabeth, you've been deceived all along. You were never meant to be with the man you thought you were. It was all a wicked game." Elizabeth's heart pounds in her chest as she frantically tries to catch up with Dominic, her pleas echoing through the hallway. Her desperation grows as she sees him reaching his car, his determination is evident in every stride.