The False Heiress Trap Novels & Stories

“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

For no one of them can know. “Let’s go.” With his command as his servants’ heed to it immediately. He fakes a smile as he looks out of the plain glass window of his carriage where they please and the happy victim of his waves her temporary goodbye at him. To the innocence that she bears, how naïve and foolish her reincarnated nature turns out to be. She watches the carriage go to its way with the Prince she claims him to be. To the box and the gift that is left for her. She held it tight in her arms without knowing that she had just steps inside the trap where she could not escape from.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

She stood up slowly, looking down at them like a queen looking at lowly servants who had betrayed her. "And let me warn you... if even a single cent is missing after the deadline... I will not hesitate to hand all the evidence over to the authorities. You will not just lose your wealth. You will spend the rest of your lives behind bars. Do I make myself clear?" Danilo and Drake stood frozen, pale as ghosts, unable to say another word. The lies died on their tongues. They realized too late that the 'foolish heiress' they had mocked earlier was the most terrifying judge they had ever faced.

Your office. Twenty minutes later, Jayson burst through Allen's door like a man on fire. Tall, thin, always impeccably dressed, but today his tie was loose and his hair disheveled. "We have a problem." He tossed a tablet onto Allen's desk. "Look." The screen showed news headlines refreshing in real time: "Billionaire Heiress Claims Ex-Partner Stole Her Ideas" "Jones Family Fortune Backs Lawsuit Against Carter Enterprises" "Did Tech Mogul Build Empire on Girlfriend's Work?"

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Margaret burst in, her eyes instantly turning venomous when she saw Isabella on the floor. "You bitch!" Margaret pointed at me. "You want to get rid of Isabella's child so your little bastard can be the only heir? I never should have let you stay in this attic!" "I didn't push her!" "She tried to push me down the stairs!" Isabella wailed. Margaret immediately took out her phone. "Dr. Johnson? Get to the Blackwood estate. Now."

Everyone could not believe it, the 20% who did not support him, smiled within theirselves, they knew the chairman could not have made a mistake of giving everything to his cousin. “This is not true!! I’m very sure she paid him to tell such a lie!!? George spoke up and some supported him. “Yes, we need proof that this is fake and yours is real,” the chairman of the occasion said. Milana smiled “Okay” She turned to the wide screen on the platform "Play it” she said and an audio was played when George was with the lawyer and another audio was played when the lawyer was written the fake will” Everyone gasped in shock, so is it true? They all said to themselves. The people

I was working a part-time job at the cafeteria to make ends meet and was in the middle of disposing of greasy kitchen waste. Sally’s eyes were red as she pulled me into her arms without hesitation. She did not even care how filthy I was. She told me I was the Cannon family’s lost daughter and that I was her precious girl. My body went rigid, and my mind was completely blank. It took me a while to believe in this sudden, unbelievable “fortune.” It was precisely because of their seemingly unconditional love and desire to have me back that I never suspected that, beneath their gentle facade, lurked such a vicious scheme.

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s

On my birthday, the family's fake heiress threw herself into the sea. She left a suicide note saying she was giving me back my rightful place in the family. I'd already spent every day in the Carter house walking on eggshells, and in a single moment her death dropped me straight into hell. My parents hated me. "We brought you back into this family and gave you everything. Was that still not enough for you? Why couldn't you let her stay?" My brother blamed me. "You were raised in foster care like some wild animal. You don't belong in this family at all. Chloe was the one who begged us to bring you home. Don't you have an ounce of gratitude?" Not one of them mentioned that my life of suppo