True And Fake Heiress Novels & Stories

"Elizabeth, I won't let you talk about Yvonne like that. She's nothing like you. She loves me for me. She was even willing to take out an eight-million-dollar loan for me before she knew I was wealthy." I let out a cold laugh. "Nicholas Hunt, you really are naive. Yvonne knew exactly who you were from the start. That's why she seduced you. "Why don't you take a look at her ex-boyfriends? Every single one is a wealthy heir. What makes you think you're the one exception she made for love? You're an idiot."

As if blaming him for letting things slip out of control. So they knew each other. Of course they did. These two men, who, on the surface, had nothing to do with one another, had joined forces behind my back—all for the sake of a fake heiress. Together, they had destroyed my previous life. The next second, Dominic yanked my arm hard. "Eliza, are you out of your mind?! You're wearing muddy shoes! That car's worth millions—what if you damage it? Can you afford to pay for it?! Don't go causing trouble just because you got carried away. I'm not going to clean up your mess!"

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 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

“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.

It was made to commemorate their collaborative brand's first appearance at Plavas Fashion Week. Hearing that only made Emily's eyes burn red with hatred. "The dress honestly looks pretty average." She came close to my ear, her voice low and sinister, sounding like a hissing snake. "But if it's yours, I just have to take it." The next second, she adopted a pitiful, tearful tone. Tilting her head, she threw herself into Derek's arms. "Derek, everyone says I'm a fake heiress and that I don't deserve anything…"

“You can’t seriously be suggesting a fake marriage, Michelle.” “Why not? Pretending this relationship was real has worked so far. Why stop now?” She asked, gaze unwavering. She was serious. “No,” I shook my head. “A fake marriage? That’s too far over the line.” The heiress stood, coming around the island as she spoke. “Will your father peacefully accept losing his chance to build a permanent connection with Hughes Industries?” She asked, voice harsh and unbending. “My parents will be disappointed, but they’ll easily find another wealthy heir to make their son-in-law.”

Once the child grew older and learned to weigh benefits and losses, the true heiress would eventually be brought back. Since Victoria's mother had resorted to something like memory loss and a stand-in replacement, then she didn't mind making the Kalen family messier—by adding a "true and false heiress" drama of her own. Jennie had said, "I'd really like to see it—facing a carefully raised fake heiress on one side, and a daughter who started life already behind on the other, how will she choose? "These two girls will certainly throw both the Kalen and Blakely families into chaos. Victoria thinks she can turn things around through her daughter? Heh… It's but a pipe dream."

She gently grasped Laura's hand, feeling somewhat moved. In the past, Dahlia and Dixie had ridiculed her behind closed doors. Yet, this time seemed different. Perhaps aware of her recent divorce from Timothy, they displayed a newfound audacity, boldly daring to mock her even in Laura's presence. However, Mia hadn't anticipated Laura's strong defense! "Mia, I've heard rumors that you're the true heiress of the Lane family, and Maya is just an adopted daughter. Is this true?" Laura inquired. Mia nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's correct."