True And Fake Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS

“Come on, this is Evander we’re talking about. The guy’s a business genius—he’s not gonna back the losing side. Chloe stares at him like a lovesick puppy, but he’s got his eyes on ‘nobody’ Esther? Yeah, she’s not a nobody. He must know she’s the real deal.” In just a few short minutes, various media platforms sent the news skyrocketing as if on a rocket to the clouds. And just like that, the truth was out. #ForsakenDaughterTurnsOutToBeHeiressOfWorld Mogul Victor Davenier #FakeHeiressRealBossLady ***

“I’m so glad you could join us, and I see you’ve brought Alpha Landry with you as well. Now he can see for himself who the better Luna is.” “My mate would never choose you over me,” I said through my teeth, both my wolf and magic flaring at the very thought. “You are nothing but a thief and a liar, and the truth will come out soon enough.” She let out a breathy laugh and shook her head. “I’m not the one who lies. You literally told everyone that you are the true Blackwell heiress when that isn’t the truth,” she said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and batting her lashes at me. “You are just a nobody orphan without a family. I’m the true heiress, and I have my brother here to

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.

He must have flown all night. "I heard you found your family and took over the company," he said with that stupid lazy smile, as I motioned for him to sit down. "The whole Paris circle is talking. 'The Laurent Princess went home and ate her biological family alive ‘ Sophia called me. She said you might need a friend who isn't trying to marry you or invest in you." He joked. I gave him a look and he grind. He sat down, looked at my office, and whistled.

But everyone knew exactly what she was about to say. Wayne looked into her eager eyes and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. More than anyone, he knew the truth. From beginning to end, Fiona was the victim. Every accusation and incident were a setup. However, he was afraid of marrying a fake heiress with no blood ties to the Hart family would cost him influence and support. So, time and time again, he chose to stand with the real heiress. It was the safest choice; the winning choice. The thought that he had nearly led those men to destroy Fiona with his own hands sent a chill through him.