True And Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

“Arianna… have you seen the news?” My steps slowed. “What news?” She hesitated, then turned her phone toward me. My stomach dropped before I even read it. “HEIRESS TIED TO BUSINESS EMPIRE THROUGH CONTRACT MARRIAGE SCANDAL” My name wasn’t written clearly, but it didn’t need to be. The story was already shaped. Already sold. My fingers tightened around my bag strap. “This is fake, it can be true.” Chloe shook her head. “It’s everywhere. Social media, blogs… even local news outlets are picking it up.”

Corvin met them in the courtyard with an armed escort, which told me immediately that we weren't in a position to assume all travelers were friendly. "I'm Vex," one of the women said, pushing back her hood to reveal dark skin, braided hair with silver threads running through them, and scars that ran down one side of her face. "We're scouts from the southern expedition. We were sent to check on the mountain settlements, see if anyone had survived the initial attacks." "From where?" Corvin asked carefully. "From Karenthel. There's a functioning government still there, or at least there was when we left two weeks ago. The city held against the initial assault, and they've been organizing some k

Then he turned, and took the other girl's hand. "Welcome home. My true bride." That was all he said. The hall exploded. "This is unreal. She doesn't actually think Lord Alexander loved her, does she?" "A fake trying to marry into a vampire House." "No noble blood, just a regular human. What is she even?" The voices cut into my ears like knives. The people who'd flattered me, who'd fawned over me, who'd tried to get close to me, every one of them stood with my family and the man I'd grown up with and helped shove me into hell.

"The gala... you... you left the floor..." "The gala doesn't matter!" she sobbed, leaning over him, her hot tears falling onto his bare chest, mixing with his sweat. "Your grandfather knows, Alexander. He found the real birth certificates in my uncle's safe. He knows I'm the true heiress. If you stay on this table, he’s going to use the merger clause to destroy you tomorrow morning. You have to stop the extraction. You have to save yourself!"

Something felt off to me, but I still held onto the belief that he was my good friend and therefore I shouldn't doubt him. That was until I pieced together from the subtle details of Lenny's Instagram that his so-called girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend were one and the same. According to Irene, she came from a wealthy family and had grown up abroad. But I knew that none of it was true. I wasn't sure whether Irene was her real name or not, but she was nothing more than a phony pretending to be a rich, beautiful heiress. The car and houses were all borrowed, and her generosity was also an act.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

“I don’t know what she is after. But one thing is certain, she isn’t as timid and ignorant as she appears. There is no need to rush. Let her try and see whether the Roy family is really that easy to run.” Then, Lea nudged me. “Your man is here to see you.” I looked up. It was Gregory. The moment I saw him, I snorted. “He isn’t here for me. The engagement between the Pratt family and the Roy family hasn’t been called off yet. The one he is going to marry is Lilian, not me.” Lea clicked her tongue. “If he really had that little judgment, he wouldn’t have held his position for this long. Look, he is coming over.”

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.

The world was collapsing, and my so-called husband and groom was practicing the art of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Madam Helena stepped forward, her poise like a blade, sharp and regal. “Denver, do not stagger out like some injured bull. This is your family’s shame, not ours. If your family wasn’t so despicable, we wouldn’t be here cleaning the mess. Providing us a fake bride? Denver, how dare you belittle my West family?” I gasped, just like everyone else. A fake bride? Mia was fake? My brain went blank for exactly three seconds. Then, like a badly tuned radio, my thoughts came crashing in with static – a fake heiress of a fake Harrington?

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”