Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company
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Introduction
“Did you really think we’d never find out you faked the DNA test?” My mother’s voice cut like a blade. “You’ve been impersonating our real daughter all along.”
The irony was suffocating. They were the ones who stormed into my peaceful life, insisting that I was their long-lost child—no proof needed. And now they dared to call me the fraud.
“Since Camille has finally returned to where she belongs,” my father declared coldly, “it’s time for you to crawl back into whatever shadow you came from.”
Then came the final blow. My husband of five years didn’t even hesitate.
“I’ll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don’t make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife.”
Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. The woman who stole a life that was never hers.
But they forgot one thing: I never needed them.
Before I was George Ashton’s wife, I was Mirena Sterling—the Investment Queen. The woman who broke Wall Street records before she turned twenty-five. A racing champion. A tech prodigy.
I walked away from all of it. Gave up my empire. My crown. My name. All for a man who threw me away like garbage the moment someone “better” came along.
Big mistake.
On the night they cast me out, soaking wet and humiliated, I ran into the last person I ever wanted to see.
“Look at you now, Mirena,” Alexander Pierce murmured, watching me with those piercing eyes. “The woman who once ruled the financial world. Reduced to this.” He tilted his head. “And for what? Love?” A dark laugh. “Pathetic.”
My former rival. The man who spent years trying to beat me—and never once succeeded. Now he stood before me, a Wall Street titan, watching my downfall with hungry satisfaction.
He thought he’d seen the last of me.
He was wrong.
The game was simple now: drop the dead weight, reclaim what’s mine, and remind everyone why they feared my name.
Within months, I was back. Every market moved when I breathed. Every headline screamed my return. The Sterlings came crawling, begging for mercy they’d never shown me. And George? He watched in horror as I bought his most prized company without blinking.
The divorce he’d so eagerly signed? His greatest regret.
“Mirena, please,” he begged, groveling at my feet. “Give me another chance.”
I didn’t even look at him. “Sorry, darling. I don’t recycle trash.”
But what I didn’t expect was him.
Alexander Pierce dropped to one knee in front of me—the man who had once mocked my fall, now looking up with something raw and undisguised in his crimson gaze.
“I knew you’d take back everything they stole,” he said, voice low. “Now…” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Take me too.”
Chapter 1
Mirena Sterling had always dreamed of the spotlight—of loving and being loved in return.
But she never imagined the universe would grant that dream in such a cruel way.
Now, standing at the center of what should have been her birthday celebration, Mirena felt the world tilt. Reporters swarmed, thrusting microphones and recorders toward her from every direction.
"Mrs. Ashton, is it true you're not the Sterlings' real daughter?"
"Did you steal Camille Sterling's life all these years?"
"Did you deceive George Ashton into marrying you by pretending to be the Sterling heiress?"
Questions hammered at her from all sides. Mirena parted her lips, but the words stuck in her throat, choked by confusion and disbelief.
Not their real daughter? Stolen someone else's life?
Her mind spun. With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, tucked into the small of her back. She had to know what was happening—had to hear the truth from her parents.
But as she pressed the phone to her ear, her composure shattered.
"The number you have dialed is not available at this time…"
The automated voice echoed like a death knell.
Not available?
Her heart hammered. Frantic, she dialed her husband's number.
One ring—then straight to voicemail.
A cold knot tightened in her throat. She stared at the screen, disbelief washing over her.
This couldn't be happening. Not her parents. Not George.
They had planned this birthday together. Just this morning, George had promised—finally—to celebrate with her publicly, for the first time since they'd married. There was no way he would…
A burst of static cut through the noise. Mirena turned as the grand screen at the front of the hall flickered to life, flashing to a news broadcast.
Her breath caught.
There they were—her parents—smiling warmly beside the young woman who had appeared at their doorstep just a week earlier.
Camille.
Her father's voice filled the now-silent hall, crisp and clear.
"Today, after years of searching, Griselda and I are overjoyed to announce that we have finally found our true daughter—Camille Sterling!" He beamed, interlacing his fingers with Camille's and raising their joined hands high.
Mirena's vision sharpened. A bitter taste rose in her throat.
Their true daughter?
Then what did that make her?
Years ago, they had come to the orphanage where she lived and claimed her as their own. Now, they stood on live television, declaring a stranger who had appeared out of nowhere just a week ago as their real child—while she was nothing but an impostor?
How?
Her heart pounded wildly. She tried her parents' number again. When it went unanswered, something inside her cracked.
Clenching her jaw, she held what was left of her composure together and pushed through the crowd. Ignoring the reporters, the flashing cameras, and the mocking stares burning into her back, she flagged a taxi and rushed to the news station.
Less than twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up. Mirena hurried inside.
She spotted her parents at once. But just as she opened her mouth to call out, her mother drew a familiar velvet case. When she opened it, Mirena's breath caught.
Inside lay the 70-carat floral diamond choker—the family heirloom.
The very gift her parents had promised her today.
Now, they were fastening it around Camille's neck.
Betrayal cut deep, but confusion and anger burned hotter.
She needed answers.
She took one step forward—
A hand seized her from behind, yanking her back violently.
Stumbling, she barely caught her balance. Whirling around, she glared at whoever dared manhandle her—
But the fire in her eyes died the moment she met her husband's cold gaze.
"George—" she began, relief trembling in her voice.
"What are you doing here?" His icy tone froze her in place, shattering the fragile hope that he had come to offer comfort.
"George," she tried again, her chest tight with pain as she searched his face. Not a trace of warmth looked back.
He stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "If you're here to ruin Camille's moment, I swear I'll make you regret it."
His words cut deeper than any blade. How could her own husband defend that… that impostor—instead of her?
Tears welled, but she forced them down. "George, how can you say that to me?"
"If you hadn't stolen Camille's life, she and I would never have been forced apart," he shot back, his gaze pure disgust. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? We could have been happy—if not for your scheming."
The accusation struck a raw nerve. Camille… turned out to be the shadow he could never let go. Mirena had believed it was just a part of his past, something that wouldn't touch their marriage. Now she saw the truth: he had always thought her deceitful. Unworthy.
"What's going on here?" Her father's voice cut in, cold and unfamiliar. The warmth he'd once reserved for her was gone—replaced by clear revulsion.
Mirena stood there, painfully aware of her faded dress, greasy hair, and bare face—the very picture of a worn-out housewife. Facing her, Camille glowed in a designer gown, her rich brown hair shining, her makeup flawless.
There was no question who looked like the true Sterling.
"Dad—" Mirena began, but he cut her off sharply.
"You have no right to call me that."
His cruel rejection pierced like a blade. "But before… you were the ones who—"
"Did you truly believe we would never discover how you falsified the DNA results?" Her mother's voice was sharp, unforgiving. "You illegally took her place!"
The words only left Mirena more bewildered. They had been the ones to come to the orphanage—they had insisted she was the daughter they'd spent years searching for.
Now they were rewriting history without a second thought?
"I illegally took her place?" She stared at these strangers who had once been her parents, disbelief hardening into anger. "I never wanted any of this. You begged me to come home."
"That was before we knew the depths of your deceit," Duncan Sterling cut in, his voice like ice. "You should consider yourself fortunate we aren't pressing charges."
"Do you have any idea how much pain your greed has caused our real daughter?" Griselda snapped, her gaze shifting to Camille and softening at once. "Oh, my poor darling."
"It's alright, Mom and Dad." Camille's voice was smooth as silk, sweetly innocent—a sound that grated on Mirena's nerves.
"Now that Camille has returned to where she belongs," her father declared, "it's time for you to crawl back to whatever shadow you came from."
"Out of respect for these past years—and at Camille's generous request—we will not pursue legal action. But don't you dare expect another cent from this family."
A bitter laugh nearly escaped Mirena. All these years, she had borne the Sterling name yet never truly enjoyed its privileges. Instead, she had sacrificed her own freedom—marrying a man she barely knew for the sake of their so-called "family legacy." Had they been blind to everything she'd given up?
As if the humiliation wasn't enough, George spoke again, cold and final. "I'll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don't make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife."
Then, in front of everyone, he took Camille's hand and led her away. As Camille passed, she "accidentally" bumped into Mirena, still reeling from the shock. Mirena stumbled and fell hard onto the floor.
No one looked back.
Only the echo of laughter and the relentless flash of cameras surrounded her.
Clenching her fists until her nails bit into her palms, she refused to let a single tear fall.
She pushed through the crowd of vultures, fleeing the hall—alone, exposed, but unbroken.
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