The False Heiress Trap Novels & Stories

After all she was the Heiress just as he mentioned. Lydia caught the flicker of satisfaction in Natasha's eyes. The worry from a moment ago evaporated, replaced by a barely noticeable cold, triumphant smugness. "Lydia, what on earth is happening here?" her mother demanded with a hostile frame or.Same way she did at the near end at the precinct. "How did you get out? Tell me you didn't actually break out of detention illegally."

"Don't touch me, Astrid. Did you really think what we had could lead to something more? You're lucky I didn't get what I wanted from you before today. Sadly, you were such a prude. By the way, I will be marrying the heiress. Fiona is the heiress." My heart sank. I I felt like the world was drifting from my control. I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge that Adrian, Fiona, the people I trusted with my life. They had turned on me so badly without any remorse. "Fiona," I mumbled, my lips parting as I glanced at her. "You're my sister. How could you do this to me, Fiona?" "Oh, please, Astrid. Adopted sister. That counts, right? And you've always had everything for yourself, right? It's my turn

I answered. "What's happening here?" I heard Allison's voice so we looked up at her. "Is it true that Stella was being harassed last night?!" Mommy asked Allison with an angry voice. "What?! I didn't know that. I bought her from Eli. Didn't I tell you to watch over Stella?" Allison asked with a worried voice. "Yes but-" "My ghad, Eliana! Your sister is your responsibility! Why did you abandon it?!" Mommy said angrily to me.

The drive to the hotel is tense for some reason, and my intuition insists on the possibility of a trap. What if I was wrong? My last experience trusting a woman almost cost me my head, and I wasn’t entirely sure that the heiress felt as strongly for me as I did for her. I did threaten to kill her, openly covet the hotel, and blackmailed her into a marriage I have no intentions of letting her out of. She’d be a damn good actress if it turned out to be a trap. I could see her plotting to the end with Devries, ending my reign to seize control of my routes and assets.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

"It’s a traditional honor for the new bride. You can’t refuse, or it will insult the family and the deal." Determined to be the perfect asset, Lila had followed a silent maid through a labyrinth of stone corridors, only to find the courtyard abandoned. She had spent the night lost in the sprawling estate, redirected by staff who seemed to be under specific orders to keep her moving. By the time she realized she’d been led into a trap and found her way back to the suite, the world had shifted.

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

and that she was the successor of Grand Epoch Capital, which just happened to be the company's biggest investor. In addition, combined with Julia's arrogant attitude and her head-to-toe luxury brands—which I could tell were knockoffs, though regular people never noticed—it worked perfectly with her lies. After all, as long as one appeared sufficiently confident, even a fabricated persona could trick others. That was precisely why the whole group was dogpiling on me at that moment. I sneered as I quickly typed out the message. "If she's the actual heiress, then we're really screwed. If you're all so eager to bootlick and power-trip, then don't blame me for not playing nice.