Unveiling The True Heiress Novels & Stories

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

“They share the same birthday because they were switched at birth. The real heiress lost everything, became an orphan at five, and spent ten years in an orphanage before being found. And yet, every year after that, she was pushed into the background while the imposter stole the spotlight!” “Right! And at that same party, the fake heiress ‘accidentally’ fell into the pool with her! In her own family’s pool! I’m starting to think she pushed Fiona in on purpose!” “They claimed the real heiress tried to end her life, but if she truly wanted to, she would’ve done it long before now! Why on her birthday of all days? And she’s wheelchair-bound—how could she possibly harm a fully abled adult? Clearl

Marcus continued, “we had already discovered that you were not the real daughter of this family. You were nothing but a fraud. God only knows how long you were planning to keep this secret.” He glanced at Adrian coldly. “And the funniest part is that you two along with Adrian knew the truth the entire time.” The whispers among the crowd grew louder. Rosey felt as though the walls were closing in on her. Marcus raised his hand slightly, signaling for silence. “Anyway,” he said smoothly, “without further delay, allow me to introduce the real heiress of this family.” He turned toward the crowd with a proud smile. “Ladies and gentlemen… Please welcome Zara Johnson.”

Cameras flashed, reporters whispered among themselves, and several investors nodded approvingly. Just as I stepped backstage, away from the public’s eyes, Theodore annoyingly followed. I pretended not to notice him as I walked through the hallways that led to the backrooms. “Rhonda!” he growled as he came to block my path. I came to a stop. “What is it?” I shot my brow up. “You?” his expression was a mixture of anger and disbelief. “CEO of Evergreen?” “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I am Mr. and Mrs. Vance’s granddaughter,” I stepped forward, gritting in his face. “I am not the gold digger you assumed me to be. I am an heiress. A rich, powerful one.”

Plus, it’s obvious she so conveniently twists the truth just to appear less evil, and that makes her confession disgusting to me. Surprisingly, Grandma Regi is the one to break the silence, and it's shocking to see the look of disappointment on her face. “Rhea, did it at any point cross your mind that Jess is the Hamit-Beta heiress? How could you think such a thing of her? Why would you think she is capable of harming you?”

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

“Excellent choice, sir. You’ll make quite the impression.” As I paid for the suit and left the store, my thoughts drifted back to the Johnson family. Kenneth Johnson’s daughter, once thought to be dead, was about to reappear in front of the world. The paparazzi would undoubtedly have their cameras ready, broadcasting every moment live. Who was this mysterious daughter? How had she stayed hidden for so long? And why now, of all times, was she being introduced to the world? The questions piled up in my mind, refusing to give me peace. My thoughts then shifted to Richard Garrison, the wealthiest young bachelor we all knew.

“Do you really have to go? Why?” Heaving a sigh, Steffy looked at her sincerely. “I can’t explain everything but the truth is, I am an heiress, and I have responsibilities. And one of these responsibilities is—it’s all that I can say to you, Marie Joyce. You really shouldn’t be involved.” “You are an heiress? What does that mean?” Marie pressed on. “I can’t really tell you.” Marie felt her chest tightening and her stomach flipping. ‘Of course, you won’t tell.’ She sank to her chair while she unmindfully tugged and twisted the tips of her curls.

It was shocking. Someone hurriedly asked, "May I ask what the reason is for disowning them?" Everyone wanted to know the reason. If Leah revealed it, it would surely make headlines. However, Leah had no intention of answering. Instead, she held Jade's hand tightly and announced to the media, "Jade is my only granddaughter." This move dropped everyone's jaws. An adopted child had become the Severin heiress. The reporters were all buzzing with discussions, speculating about the reasons behind it. Leah had made up her mind not to speak, though, leaving them puzzled.

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