Novel & Cerita True And Fake Heiress

The banquet did not end because of this episode. Instead, it became even livelier. However, I knew Sienna would never let this go. Soon enough, new pop-up messages appeared. [The Harlow parents are actually giving the family heirloom to the fake heiress!] [My God, they're not even pretending anymore. They favor the real heiress openly but secretly prioritize the fake heiress in everything?] [I feel so bad for her! She should just destroy the heirloom. After all, it'll become the key weapon the fake heiress uses to bring her down later.]

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

I held my doll tightly and curled up right beside my only ray of light. Although I used to be the well-cared-for daughter of the Nilson family, I wasn't actually a spoiled woman. In fact, I was quiet and reserved, known in our circle as a well-behaved lady. Xavier often said that I was boring to be around, as I provided no excitement. Everyone in Hesselton knew that Sophia Nilson was Xavier Gubbens' fiancée, a girl he'd picked out himself when he was a child. No one believed that the bold and outspoken Xavier would like someone as quiet as me.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

"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

He continued, "You think you stepped into someone else's world… someone else's identity… to save me." My fingers tightened around his. "But you're not fake, Julia. You never were." My heartbeat stopped. "You… you're scaring me," I whispered. He took a shallow breath. "You're not the daughter of the woman who raised you."His voice shook. "Your biological mother was Sophia Bennett." The name hit me like a punch.Sophia Bennett.A legend.A missing icon of the business world.The real heiress whose disappearance changed everything. My voice cracked. "No. Dad… Dad, that's impossible. Sophia Bennett died years ago. It was all over the news."

She tried again and again, but every attempt failed. "She was acting so big just now, and she can't even pay 700 grand?" "She's a fake heiress, and even her card's fake, too?" "With nothing to back it up, she still dared to pass as an heiress. That's bold!" The whispers closed in around her, each one sharper than the last. Violet's face flushed red. She finally looked at me, anger burning in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word. If she did, everyone would know she hadn't just stolen my identity, but she had been using my credit card, too.

"You impostor! How dare you try to act like you're the real thing? Do you want me to kill you?" I was slapped so hard that I couldn't think straight. The bodyguard, Wayne Perry, was looking at me with such hatred and disgust that it was as if he believed I was the actual impostor. I opened my mouth with difficulty and said, "Didn't Fred tell you earlier? Candace is lying!" Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!"