True And Fake Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

and that she was the successor of Grand Epoch Capital, which just happened to be the company's biggest investor. In addition, combined with Julia's arrogant attitude and her head-to-toe luxury brands—which I could tell were knockoffs, though regular people never noticed—it worked perfectly with her lies. After all, as long as one appeared sufficiently confident, even a fabricated persona could trick others. That was precisely why the whole group was dogpiling on me at that moment. I sneered as I quickly typed out the message. "If she's the actual heiress, then we're really screwed. If you're all so eager to bootlick and power-trip, then don't blame me for not playing nice.

Why don't we throw out this outsider together, as a family? She thought she could sway Mom and Dad again, but Dad merely regarded her coldly as she acted out. "Who told you Rosalyn is an outsider?" Phoebe was stunned. "Isn't she the fake heiress of the Sherwood family? It was written clearly on that paternity test report!" Mom stepped forward and linked her arm through mine, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She glanced at the crowd and at a completely frozen Phoebe before addressing everyone. "Rosalyn Sherwood is the true heiress of the Sherwood family."

She shouted. The people in the Hellos Kingdom mourned the suicidal death of their Queen. Because Thalia was the second blood of the Herlom family, the head adviser of the said kingdom proclaimed her to be the acting queen since her daughter Hydra was still incompetent to be on the throne because of her age matter. "Hail be the queen!" All of them bowed and kneeled as the senior adviser Walter place the crown on her head. Thalia gets what she wanted. She ruled the Hellos Kingdom for seventeen years. Because of her illness, she died at 38. Princess Hydra was soon declared as the new Queen of the Kingdom. People again was so happy that the real queen was now sitting on the throne.

I died on the day they thought I eloped. Three years ago, Alex's seriously ill mother wanted to see me one last time. Alex's mother was also my adoptive mother. She cared for me for over 20 years before the Horner family found me. I anxiously rushed to the hospital with Alex, only to be stopped by the fake heiress, Kelly Horner. In a moment of panic, I yelled at her, and she tumbled down the stairs. My parents happened to witness this upon returning home. Unable to explain myself and only wanting to see my adoptive mother, I left home without explaining.

“Why would anyone care about me?” “Because,” he said slowly, “you are my only heir.” My heart skipped a beat, only heir. Meaning— Everything The wealth The empire The power All of it… Would come to me. “I don’t want it,” I said instinctively, the words slipping out before I could stop them. It was too much. Too sudden. Too overwhelming. His eyes softened. “You may not want it,” he said gently. “But others do.” A cold realization settled over me. This wasn’t just an inheritance. It was a battlefield. “You don’t have a choice anymore, Daphne,” he added quietly. “The moment that test came back positive… your life changed.” I looked away, my hands clenching slightly.

She denied that she didn't create the pictures but she knew it was fake and someone sent it to her anonymously. She admitted that she thought I had something to do with the fake Lucia for scamming her. I checked my social media platform for comments. People who were criticizing and insulting me yesterday, are now insulting Prissy. Calling her names. I mean, why would I help scam her, I am a multibillionaire heiress with a generational wealth. Prissy deserves whatever comes her way. “Turn off the TV,” I ordered the maid. I walked to my bathroom to clean up.

When I first entered the story, the system had informed me that this was a tale of a fake heiress. Gus was the male lead, and the genuine heiress, Suzie Clark, was the female lead. I was merely the phony heiress who desperately tried to steal the male lead away from the true heiress. To avoid being ousted from the wealthy family, I had made an effort to befriend the true heiress on her first day back, striving to become Suzie's best friend. That night, as we shared the same bed, I shyly confessed my feelings. "Suzie, I like Gus. What do you think of him?"

Every question on the college entrance exam was one I had seen before. After I handed in my papers, I was the first to rush out of the examination hall. I said to the reporter who was interviewing me, "The questions aren't hard. I hope I'll go to the same school as him!" After I said that, someone yelled, "Cut! Thanks to our generous boss, everyone will get five hundred dollars in tips!" Everyone cheered as my mother slowly walked over. "After you returned to us, you've always scored better than Courtney, and she's been depressed because of it. She said that her entire life was built on a lie. "So, for you—our biological daughter—we built an exact replica of an examination hall and s