The False Heiress Trap Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

“I didn’t realize it would bring shame. For that, I apologize.” “ I’ve never even spoken to you! I didn’t even know you exist!”Alana’s voice cracked, her knees were giving out. Her strength slowly fading away from the shit that was unfolding. A second man behind him stepped forward and opened a polished wooden box. Inside was a rattle. Silver , Inlaid with what looked like small aquamarines. “A gift,” Thorne said. “My child will have a place of honor in Glimmering Hollow.” Alana’s knees buckled slightly as her body swayed. She caught herself, blinking rapidly. “None of this happened. They’re making it up. I swear to the moon, they’re lying!”

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

I was about to grab the report Casper had just thrown at me when I suddenly saw words floating above Jenny's head. [Finally, this is not the same old real versus fake heiress story. After the female lead goes back to her rich family, she is going to start a romance with the imposter son.] [Real heiress versus imposter son heir. I love this pairing choice.] I was so shocked I stumbled back, and the bullet comments on Jenny's head vanished. I rubbed my eyes, stepped forward again, and the comments reappeared. [So, this is the real heiress's unlucky little victim?]

The nanny's family eventually noticed that the Coxes had started to suspect them. So they moved up their plan, kidnapped the real family of three, and took their place. Then, in order to get the billion-dollar estate, they started searching for the heiress. They figured that as long as the heiress was killed as well, the inheritance would belong to them completely. The transfer agreement I signed was fake. It was just a prop to fool everyone into thinking they truly loved the heiress.

“After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out. “I’ll marry Peter, and everything will be just like in the dream.” After saying that, she suddenly messed up her hair, let water drip down her body, reddened her eyes, and rushed out. I sensed danger and hurried after her. The moment I stepped out, four or five reporters blocked the door with cameras and recorders. Flash after flash lit up both of us. So she had already set a trap, and she had been waiting for me to fall for it. Vicky turned back with a triumphant smirk, then instantly switched into a dramatic victim.

“It’s a small error… probably just an oversight.” Julian’s gaze was sharp. “Or… someone wants you to think it’s a small error.” Elena’s stomach tightened. For the first time since returning home, she realized that reclaiming her place in the Hartwell empire wouldn’t just be about public appearances or board approval. There were hidden forces at work, and some of them were more dangerous than she had imagined. Far away, Sophia returned to her cell, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips. With Hale as her informant, the plan had already begun. Elena’s first steps as the true heiress were being monitored, manipulated, and challenged.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

“If Queen tries to get clever and keep the girl for herself, remind her who really pulls the strings.” Carlson’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “She won’t. And if she does, she will wish she had stayed in her gilded cage.” The maid reappeared with a tray of fresh fruit, lowering it silently onto the table. She bowed and retreated as quickly as she’d come, closing the heavy doors behind her. And in that locked room of glass and shadows, the trap for Oswald Escobar grew teeth.

Temptresses who wanted nothing to do with his child, women who wanted to sink their claws and fangs into his body and economy, then sucked him dry. He had been vigilant, he had observed them all. He had even set traps, traps they all fell into. He had gotten his fill of fake, deceitful women. However, this Hailey seemed different. Not that he trusted her, but, for these few hours he had spent in her presence, he observed she was not entirely like the others.