The Many-faced Real Heiress Is Back Novels & Stories

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

“Our man spotted someone resembling her at a five-star hotel earlier today. He was certain when her best friend and secretary entered the hotel shortly after. She left the building again tonight, and he captured this.” Bianca gasped softly, but I didn’t acknowledge her. My mind raced. Arlene Gomez, alive? The woman everyone had assumed was dead after that fateful accident five years ago? I leaned back, a slow smirk curling my lips. “So, the prodigal heiress returns. How… entertaining.” Marco nodded. “It seems she’s been in hiding. Her sudden reappearance now is no coincidence.” “No,” I murmured, my smirk deepening. “This is no coincidence.”

"You want me to pretend to be you." "For one night. One gala. You smile, you stand next to him, you let people take pictures, and tomorrow I'm back and none of this ever happened." Isabella's hands were shaking slightly, and she pressed them flat against her thighs as if she could will them still. "We look enough alike. We always have, nobody’s going to be looking that closely at a fiancée they've met twice." "Why can't you do it yourself, Isabella. The real question. Not the gala — why can't you be in a room tonight."

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.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

Laura admitted quietly then shrugged, “nothing serious.” “Whoa,” I gasped. “I didn't realize you were…” She leaned forward, smiling wide, “into women? Don't worry, I'm also into men.” I don't know why that made me laugh, but it did. “So the heiress is your ex? Wow.” “She’s not my ex,” Laura replied. “We just fucked. I despise the Nepos who think money can buy them everything. They walk in expecting doors to open just because they were born lucky.” She sighed as she went on.

“ Hey, Maeve! You look so good! I missed you.” “ I missed you so much! “ Maeve cheered, then her gaze rested on me. “Hi Aunt Esther!” “ Hi Maya, what are you doing here?” Before Maeve could answer, Gianna stepped into view. She still looked as scary as ever, wearing heavy makeup that made her look like the queen of the coast, Emily secretly called her a witch when she was younger, and I didn’t blame her, Gianna scared everyone. She was the opposite of Robert, he was cool and calm while she was fiery and sharp-mouthed. The only thing that changed about her was her hairstyle, her hair was now short and tinted in a blonde collie, and she desperately wanted to look young forever

“But let me be very clear, this was not a mark of failure. And there’s nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, it was an act of courage. My daughter walked away from a situation that no person should ever have to endure. And for that, I am endlessly proud of her.” Elena’s lips pressed into a faint smile, her eyes glistening under the light. A soft murmur rippled through the crowd. They did not expect the Walkers to address Elena’s affairs. Yvette squeezed her daughter’s hand gently. “And now that we’ve cleared the air, I believe it’s time to let go of the past and focus on the present and the future.” The hall was still buzzing from the previous announcement when Dylan raised his glass ag

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.