True And Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

But everyone knew exactly what she was about to say. Wayne looked into her eager eyes and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. More than anyone, he knew the truth. From beginning to end, Fiona was the victim. Every accusation and incident were a setup. However, he was afraid of marrying a fake heiress with no blood ties to the Hart family would cost him influence and support. So, time and time again, he chose to stand with the real heiress. It was the safest choice; the winning choice. The thought that he had nearly led those men to destroy Fiona with his own hands sent a chill through him.

He continued, "You think you stepped into someone else's world… someone else's identity… to save me." My fingers tightened around his. "But you're not fake, Julia. You never were." My heartbeat stopped. "You… you're scaring me," I whispered. He took a shallow breath. "You're not the daughter of the woman who raised you."His voice shook. "Your biological mother was Sophia Bennett." The name hit me like a punch.Sophia Bennett.A legend.A missing icon of the business world.The real heiress whose disappearance changed everything. My voice cracked. "No. Dad… Dad, that's impossible. Sophia Bennett died years ago. It was all over the news."

he pointed, "— I went to choose it with her. It just ended up on your hand." My tears hit the floor. Mom rushed the steps and grabbed Vivien's wrist. Her voice shook. "Have you lost your mind? She's your sister." Vivien pulled her hand away and let out a short, cold laugh. "Sister? She took my life from me for twenty-six years, Mom. I'm just taking it back." "Don't forget — she was the baby the hospital handed to the wrong family. She's the impostor." Vivien's words dug in, clean as a blade.

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

She tried again and again, but every attempt failed. "She was acting so big just now, and she can't even pay 700 grand?" "She's a fake heiress, and even her card's fake, too?" "With nothing to back it up, she still dared to pass as an heiress. That's bold!" The whispers closed in around her, each one sharper than the last. Violet's face flushed red. She finally looked at me, anger burning in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word. If she did, everyone would know she hadn't just stolen my identity, but she had been using my credit card, too.

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"

His face was a mixture of fury and confusion, he didn’t know what make of the entire situation. Were the pictures real or fake ? “ Bring her forward.” Alana steeped out saying it’s true , Kayden shielded her claiming they were fake , the only way to find out was asking the source. “ Silvia you witch , what is the meaning of this!” His mother questioned. Silvia just burst out in laughter like she had just heard a joke. “ This …. This your beloved Alana Winters or should I say stripping Luna,” she continued to laugh. “This is your sweet dear Luna , yessss she bend and twisted for money and fulfilled the desire of men. How disgusting, this is the person you want to lead you as your Luna huh ? N

Ford to brief him on the situation and mention the USB drive. He chuckled warmly on the other end of the line, his voice full of affection. "As long as you're happy, Ally! Adrian deserves whatever's coming for him!" Since Mr. Ford was so supportive, I decided to go all in. The next day, the internet did a complete 180. Yesterday's hate campaign against me mysteriously vanished, replaced by a new trending topic that dominated the list. #AdrianFordCaughtCheatingWithFakeHeiress

An Ashbourne property had changed hands within months of my mother's death, buried deep enough that a daughter looking fifteen years later would never find it, would give up long before reaching this exact page. Eleanor dies. I get declared unstable. I disappear into a hospital no one visited for fifteen years, not once, not a single card or phone call in all that time. Claire becomes the Grant heiress in my place, wearing a name and a life that had never belonged to her, stepping into rooms that should have been mine to walk into. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, quietly, methodically, an Ashbourne asset changes hands, moved by someone who understood exactly how much attention a gr

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