Novel & Cerita The False Heiress Trap

“And whose fault is that? You are incompetent. She could do it, so why couldn’t you? She makes one call, and MC rushes to work with her. You’re useless. I should never have brought you back! I should never have switched you in the first place!” Hearing that, Lilian was immediately enraged. “You were the one who switched me! You made me stay in the countryside all those years, living in hardship, while some impostor got to be the princess. I’m going to kill you!” Lilian lunged at Alex, and they started clawing at each other. They both forgot the security camera mounted right above the stairwell. The entire scene was broadcast live. Jack and Lauren flew into rage when they saw it. They rushed

My heart raced at a dangerous, traitorous speed. I stared at his retreating back the clumsy, exaggerated steps, the way he swung his arms like a little boy. It was too perfect. Too deliberate. A masterpiece of deception. Father thought he had sold me to a fool. Clara believed she had mocked a tragedy. The entire elite world whispered about the broken Thornhart heir who needed a nanny instead of a wife. But as I pressed trembling fingers to the place his hand had seared, I knew the truth with chilling clarity. I hadn’t been sold to a boy.

He was wrong, and my wolf beneath the skin simmered with irritation, claws flexing just under my nails. Ryan looked at me, calm as ever, and spoke loudly. "There's only one true heiress, yes, but Mrs. Frost gave birth to Serena Frost in the hospital-then, through a cruel twist of fate, the child was swapped. Eighteen years later, she's finally back. The woman before you is the one who lived eighteen years as the false heiress, enjoying privileges she never earned." The doorman's jaw dropped. "So that's why… I thought she was a shameless fraud from the moment I saw her. Turns out she is-and had the audacity to pretend for eighteen years!"

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Jasmine thanked him, turned, and walked outside the company. "That's Jasmine. Do you know about the fake heiress case six years ago? It was all over the news; it was all about her." "She's the woman who swapped her life with a real heiress for over twenty years, a thief with a criminal record, and only a high school diploma." "How dare she show her face at Stellar Enterprises?" Jasmine kept her head down. These people were talking as if they didn't care if she could hear them. "I heard she knows how to please men. Apparently, among the rich upper class in the

“It's just unfair to the ladies. Why don't you pick one, Lucas Harrison? I'd choose the pregnant one who will soon give you an heir, and save Heidi the trouble of having to fall into traps.” “You mean Tracy's illness was faked and she set Heidi up?” “It's obvious…” Killian leaned forward, placing both palms on the desk, giving him a serious look. “You will be surprised how dangerous a woman can be.” Lucas sat down and brought out his phone to dial Heidi's number with the new SIM card. Killian might be right. The Central was wide and vast. Wasn't it too much of a coincidence for Heidi and Tracy to be in the same place at the same time?

He asked, mused. It wasn't something that was new in town. Just the previous month,the entertainment and business news reported of a second generation heiress who was kicked under the bus by her boyfriend. She had actually named her boyfriend as the co-owner of every asset she had, including her family business. At the end of the day,the rumoured boyfriend send her to prison after forging her signature and took over the company. In this corrupted world, would anyone be ready to take such a risk? " I trust you." Mira said .

That I was a heiress, a Carter in fact. “Exactly.” He snorted. “Six years, and you couldn’t even let me touch you without freezing up. You think a man can live like that?” My throat burned. “You said you understood…” “I lied,” he cut in coldly. “You made me feel like some charity project. Always acting like you saved me because I was ‘cut off’ from my family. You thought that made you special, didn’t you?” “What are you talking about?” I whispered. Camilla smiled, her voice dripping fake sympathy. “Oh, honey. He was never cut off. That’s just what he told you so you’d keep wiring him money.”

It's not his fault if his parents look like an ogre that made him like one. Agnes moved forward to keep Amira from his sight. She's doesn't trust this man especially she saw the mark on his left shoulder. She knows where he came from. You can only have that mark if you're a criminal in the Oregon Kingdom. "Don't trust him, my lady! This man is from the deserter Kingdom, Oregon. He may be a trap!" She told Amira with her commanding tone. Baldwin is getting impatient and about to lose his hope to save his friends especially the dragon prince.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t