True And Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

Keyboard Overkill

Agatha said with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Sarah frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked them. Agatha increased her smile, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We presented the elders with a fake heirloom. The real one is still out there, and if Lunaria finds it, she'll become the heir." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine as Lillian pulled out a necklace. "This is the fake heirloom," she said, holding it up. But as soon as Sarah saw the necklace, she let out a scream.

“Absolutely not.” His brow arched. “Why not?” I sat up slowly, heart pounding in my chest. “Because it’s too risky. You know I’m not really their daughter.” I’d faked it. Every test, every story. All those years ago, I had slipped in with forged results and stolen truths—blood that didn’t belong to me. Blood that belonged to her. Celeste. She was the real heir. The real Lancaster girl. And if anyone dug too deep… if the wrong match ever surfaced...

I tucked my suit well and stepped closer to the duo irritating couples as they may claim to be. “You better tell the police who you really are because I married you as a cafe staff only for you to claim to be Mr Clark’s daughter.“ “I am my father’s daughter, I am the heiress of the Clark’s group. If I am not the rightful heiress then who is. I made you who you are. I am the jewelry Queen, my father made sure everyone recognized me so if I am not the rightful Heiress of the Clark group, I ask again who is?” She asked, looking at everyone till all eyes looked at a woman by the door.

"The child is simply unlucky. He ran into a polar bear while playing, and half his organs were eaten… If the injuries were not so severe, to the point that his breath is nearly gone, the family's medical skills might have saved him. It's too tragic. He's only seven." "Condolences…" At that moment, a clear voice rang out. "I'll save him!" A young woman stepped forward. She wore a moon-white robe. Her dark hair was pinned up, revealing an exceptionally beautiful and elegant face. At the sight of that face, Isolde's heart skipped a beat. She bore a 40% resemblance to her. Mimi whispered in her ear, "She is Aurelia Valeciel." Aurelia Valeciel was the fake heiress who had replaced Isolde's identi

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.

He only knew that the real and fake heiresses had returned to their biological families, but he had not paid attention to the story beyond that as he was busy making a living. “The fake heiress died, and the head of the Fisher family is also dead. The real heiress is said to be returning everything to the previous matriarch’s line, but the new head hasn’t officially taken over yet. These wealthy families will do anything for power and profit, you know.”

“Look at this thread.” On the screen was a popular post in a forum, the headlines blaring in red. “Truth revealed! Fake heiress claims family wealth and pushes real heiress to despair with parents’ help!” Tammy recounted her harrowing story in first person, penning her grief vividly. According to her, she was separated from her parents for twenty years. Following her return to the family, she realized that home was dominated by an adopted imposter. Since the fake heiress was a menace, Tammy installed cameras in the house, but the camera shorted due to the fake heiress’ tampering. Heck, the imposter even tried to drown her in a hotel swimming pool.

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

I smiled faintly, raised my glass, and continued my introduction to the guests. The banquet ended smoothly. Everyone now knew that the Hartley family's biological daughter, Amanda Hartley, was intelligent and gracious. And that imposter? She was just a lunatic who spread lies about others. From now on, she'd spend the rest of her life haunted by those very lies. I strode forward and pushed open the villa doors. In the warm glow of the lights, Mom and Dad came walking toward me. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Amanda, happy birthday!"