True And Fake Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He married one of the richest heiresses in the country, and he had no fucking clue. Fuck! How could he be so blind? And stupid? The more he found out, the more he realized he had never known Elena at all. She had lied to him. She had kept this part of her life a secret from him. She had fooled him into thinking she was just another struggling actress trying to make it big in the industry. But no, she was an heiress. An heiress of one of the largest business empires in the country. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"I suspect that you're just baiting us. Why can't you talk about this? Is it about Giselle or the heiress?" "I'm guessing that Giselle is the real long-lost heiress. I'm basing this off the years I've spent reading novels." "You and I have the same interests! That's always how it goes in novels." "If Giselle really is the heiress of an elite family, then she's the ultimate winner in life! I can't even begin to describe how jealous I am!" "Exactly! A prestigious family background, outstanding looks, a successful career, and a lover from another elite family? Those are the usual setups for main characters in novels! I didn't think that they existed in the real world either! Wow, I'm dying from

One moment he'd study how steep the stairs were, the next he'd tap the edge of a step with his toe, muttering to himself the whole time. I leaned against the living room wall with my water and watched with real interest. [Here it is! The classic stairs tumble!] [I'll guess: the fake heir pushes the real one, gets caught by the parents, and gets disowned on the spot!] [Wrong read up there. Clearly the real heir's about to stage a fall and pin it on the fake one!] [Anyone want to bet when this fake heir takes his fall? It's finally happening! My heart's racing!] So that was it. I pushed up my glasses, finally understanding. It seemed Chelsea's lecture hadn't sunk in at all.

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

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!” Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants. Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery. Later, I was kidnapped. The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!” Then I rolled down the window and waved at everyone outside. “Hi! My uncle told me not to make any noise!” By the time we’d driven three bl

The night before our exam scores came out, the fake heiress said it to my face, in front of everyone. "Claire, I hear you're supposed to be some kind of star student. Why don't we compare?" What she didn't know was that I'd known for a long time she was bound to a score-transfer system. In my last life, she set the terms of the bet and had our scores read out in front of that whole room. I became the joke of the city, and the mob online finished me off. "Let's compete fairly. Only the best of us deserves the Bennett name." "When you lose, you give up climbing for good — and I might still find you work as a cleaner." I frowned and waved her off. She only pushed harder. "Unless the sc

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

But with her current reputation and with a child in her belly, becoming his wife was her only path. She could not fall out with him. She also understood that he was treating her this way because he had begun to suspect her. Of course, Sydney knew she had not saved Channing. She also knew who had truly saved him. The girl was the McQueen family's little princess and the real heiress of the McQueen family, but she had been born unlucky…. No one even knew whether she was still alive. Sydney had heard Gordon talk about the misfortune befell upon her. The reason she could impersonate her with peace of mind was that the real heiress could no longer appear. Most importantly, the McQueen family woul

The hatred in their eyes was cold enough to cut. "Grand Reunion: Billionaire Heiress Returns to York Group After 15 Years." Headlines like that dominated every major media outlet. "This storyline is ridiculously satisfying. It's a hundred times better than a TV drama." My story spread across the country almost overnight, becoming everyone's favorite topic of conversation as they commented. "This is better than television!" "The real daughter fought her way back with brains, and the fake heiress got exposed. It's like a real-life Cinderella story!"

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.