My Fake Heiress Sister Is Obsessed With Me

A TV accident hospitalized superstar Scarlett Howard, revealing a secret: she wasn't a biological Howard. I, the girl from a poor town, was the real heiress.
The news exploded. The Howards welcomed me back on one condition: Scarlett and I star in a reality show. I expected a fight, but Scarlett was just obsessed with having a sister. I joined her, only to find her blinded by love for her cold fianc, who doted on others.
I went on the offensive. Scarlett was redeemed, gaining loyal fans. My design studio skyrocketed. My sweetheart, Liam, won my family over and started his company.
All was well, except for Scarlett's manipulative ex. Months later, he returned, claiming, "I see you as family, that's why I wasn't polite."
I feared she'd soften. Instead, she hit him with her bag. "Get away. Your germs are making my sister sick."

1.
Id spent over two decades working my fingers to the bone in a dirt-poor small town, and then, overnight, I was transformed into Chloe Howard, the long-lost heiress to one of the wealthiest families in the city of Aurelia.
The Howards descended upon my tiny design studio like a whirlwind, their tears flowing as they told me I was their real daughter.
They brought me into their world, showering me with money, jewels, and property. But before the official family banquet, they made a hesitant request: they wanted me to appear on a reality show.
"The show is a joint investment between our family and the Crawfords," my new mother explained. "Your sister Scarlett shes a famous actress, but her public image isn't the best. Now that this secret is out, the online hate has gotten so much worse."
I listened, nodding along. "So, you want me to go on the show and play happy families with her? Put on a display of sisterly bonding to quiet down the media storm?"
My mother looked down, shamefaced. I waved a dismissive hand. "What's the big deal? You've given me a fortune in cash, jewelry, and real estate. A little reality TV? Im definitely coming out on top here."
My mother let out a visible sigh of relief.
But then, I leaned in, rubbing my hands together. "Just one question," I whispered. "Do I get paid for this?"
She blinked, and I hurried to explain. "It's just I'm a fresh graduate trying to get a startup off the ground. Cash is a little tight, you know?"
I wasn't lying. I was desperate for money. My design studio was brand new, only staying afloat because of the money Id saved from part-time jobs and scholarships in college.
A good chunk of it had come from my boyfriend, Liam. He was a recent graduate too, with dreams of his own. But we were both from humble beginnings, with barely two pennies to rub together.
"Chloe," he had told me, "the design industry is brutal. You're young, you have to strike while the iron is hot. Let's get your studio launched first. My dreams can wait."
I was a painter and a designer; my dream was to have my own fashion label. Liam was a computer science prodigy whose dream was to create a one-of-a-kind indie game.
But he put his dream on hold for me. He poured every cent we had into my studio, and to give me a safety net, he chained himself to a desk job, becoming a corporate drone.
So now, being a Howard honestly, I wasn't thinking much about family ties. I was thinking about grabbing every opportunity I could. How often does one get a chance to legally cash in without any moral strings attached?
Hearing my question, my mother immediately handed me a credit card.
"Chloe, there's a million dollars on this."
My eyes widened. A million dollars! That was a number Liam and I couldn't even fathom.
"Mom, you're literally my savior. Don't you worry, I'll give an Oscar-worthy performance on that show."
The words were barely out of my mouth when she handed me a second card.
"I know you have a boyfriend, and that youve been supporting him. This is for him. Have him join you on the show. Itll be good to have someone you trust by your side, so you wont feel bullied."
I was so moved I could have dropped to my knees.
Now Liam's game studio could become a reality too. His dream and my dream, coming true together.
Giddy with excitement, I clutched the two cards and went to call him. But as I was dialing, I saw herthe famous Scarlett Howard.
She was on the phone, her eyes brimming with tears, arguing with someone.
"It's our families' money backing this show! The Howards are major investors! I will not have you bring Amber on set!"
Her voice was sharp, laced with the unshakeable authority of someone who had never been told no.
I was just marveling at the sheer force of a true heiress when her tone crumbled in the next second. She was crying now. "Fine, fine, I agree, okay? Just please, don't talk about breaking off the engagement."
I pursed my lips. Well, damn. Looks like the princess was hopelessly in love.

2.
The Howards knew what they were doing. They hyped the show by teasing the first on-air meeting between me and Scarlett. The "Real and Swapped Heiresses: First Encounter" gimmick sent the show's popularity soaring before filming even began.
As part of the strategy, they made sure Scarlett and I never met beforehand. The first time we laid eyes on each other was the day the cameras started rolling, live.
The moment the broadcast went live, the viewer count skyrocketed past a hundred thousand.
The real and fake heiresses meeting live? This is gonna be good.
Spicy! With Scarlett's temper, she's probably going to tear the new girl apart on sight.
A high-society catfight? I'm here for it.
Scarlett is 100% going to bully the real heiress.
Now that the real one's back, that imposter Scarlett can finally get lost, lol.
Anyone who hates Scarlett is in for a treat today.
The Howards are probably ditching Scarlett to launch the real daughter's career.
Or maybe the real one is ugly, and they're using her as a prop to make Scarlett look better.
The internet was a cesspool of speculation. Meanwhile, I was staring at my own reflection, feeling a little dazed.
"Do I really have to dress this cutesy?"
My outfit was a full-on dopamine-dressing explosion, complete with pigtails. I wouldn't have even dressed this young and sweet back in high school.
My mother said nothing, simply adding two more adorable clips to my hair.
Liam, on the other hand, couldnt take his eyes off me.
"Your mom has great taste. You look so cute," he texted me, followed by a couple of spicy emojis.
Yep. The campus legend and academic god was, in private, a total flirt. I was used to it.
I stepped into the camera frame, my stomach churning with nerves. First time on TV, and a live broadcast at that.
Liam took my hand and twisted the cap off a bottle of water for me. Having him there instantly calmed me down.
I was taking a sip when Scarlett arrived.
And she wasn't alone. With her was her fianc, Gunther Crawford.
The Howards and the Crawfords had an arranged marriage, one of those old-family-pact things. My mother had told me Scarlett had been obsessed with Gunther since they were kids, to the point of sheer foolishness. Shed even broken into acting just to be closer to him.
And standing next to Gunther was another woman, one I recognized. Amber, a rising starlet who had been making headlines lately. She was the reason Scarlett and Gunther had been fighting on the phone earlier.
The three of them walking in together was like watching a soap opera unfold in real-time.
As they approached, I quickly stood up to greet them. The word "Hello" was still on my lips when Amber stepped in front of me, a saccharine smile on her face.
"Looks like Mrs. Howard really went all out for your big meeting. She knows how much Scarlett adores cute things, so she dressed you up like a little doll."
It sounded like a compliment, but the subtext was venomous. She was pointing out that my own mother knew Scarlett better, and was manipulating me to win Scarletts favor.
The online comments immediately lit up, saying the Howards cared more about the fake heiress than their real daughter. Some predicted Scarlett would use this to gloat about how much our parents loved her. Others expected me to blow up and assert my rightful place.
They were all wrong.
Scarlett completely ignored Amber. She rushed straight toward me and cupped my face in her hands.
"You must be my little sister, Chloe! Oh my god, you're so adorable! And your cheeks are so squishy!"
Liam looked pained and started to step forward, but he checked himself, realizing it wasn't his place. His hands just fluttered uselessly in the air.
But I didn't need his help. I threw my arms around Scarlett.
"Big sister, you're so beautiful! And you smell amazing!"
Hah. Sorry to disappoint anyone hoping for a catfight.
I've always had a soft spot for gorgeous women. And Scarlett was breathtaking, like a goddess straight out of an anime.
I was already smitten.

3.
From that first moment, Scarlett and I were inseparable.
It was Liam who finally broke our sisterly bonding session by clearing his throat and introducing himself.
"I'm Liam. Chloe's boyfriend, and her childhood sweetheart." He said it with a chest puffed out with pride, his eyes locked on me for that last part.
Scarlett's face lit up like her favorite ship had just set sail. Completely ignoring Gunther and Amber, she grabbed my arm, her eyes sparkling with gossip.
"How long have you two been together?"
"How did you meet?"
"How long have you known each other?"
She fired off the questions, and Liam answered each one. "Chloe and I were neighbors. We've known each other since we were born. We started dating after high school graduation."
"Twenty-five years," he added, "and we've never been apart."
Scarlett sighed, her eyes filled with envy. "That's so lovely. Childhood sweethearts, just like us."
At that moment, Gunther finally spoke up. "Hello. I'm Gunther, and this is Amber."
I tilted my head, my expression a mask of pure innocence. "Hi! Are you two a couple, too?"
It was a direct hit. Scarlett's face darkened, but not at me.
"My sister asked you a question. Are you a couple?"
Amber flushed and fidgeted. Gunther just frowned. "Scarlett, don't make a scene. You'll give people the wrong idea."
"Oh! You're not?" I chimed in. "My bad! You two just seemed so much closer than Liam and I, I just assumed. So sorry."
I wasn't in the entertainment industry. I was a newcomer, the long-lost daughter who knew nothing. It was perfectly normal for me to be clueless, right?
My words hit their mark. Gunther immediately took a step away from Amber, creating a very deliberate distance between them.
Scarlett looked pleased, and when she turned back to me, her eyes were practically glowing.
"Come on, I brought you presents! Let's go see."
She had no time for Gunther and Amber now; her world revolved around her newfound little sister.
She led me to her room and threw open a suitcase. Inside was a top-of-the-line creative suitea powerful laptop and a professional-grade drawing tablet.
"I heard you're an artist, and that you do digital work, so I got you the best gear."
My eyes went wide. This was equipment I could only have dreamed of before.
"Sister, you are officially the best big sister in the entire world. I love you to death."
My praise made her preen. If she'd had a tail, it would've been wagging furiously.
"There's more! These two suitcases are full of clothes, dresses, and shoes I bought for you."
She opened another suitcase, and my jaw dropped. Staring back at me was the one-of-a-kind white dress from my studio's collection that was auctioned off just a few days ago.
"Sis, you were the one who bought this dress." I was genuinely shocked.
Scarlett was even more surprised. "Wait, don't tell me... you designed this?"
I nodded, a new wave of affection washing over me as I looked at her.
"Sis, you're my soulmate."
Wait, this has to be scripted, right?
This feels so fake. Who are they trying to promote here?
This is NOT how this was supposed to go.
That dress is gorgeous! Link, please!
So the real heiress is a designer, and the fake one bought her design without knowing? OMG, the drama!
Totally scripted! 100%!
"My little cupcake sister, you're a genius!"
Scarlett jumped to her feet and started rummaging through her purse.
"Here! Beauty club memberships, gym passes, VIP cards for every top restaurant in the city, and a black card with no spending limit. They're all yours!"
I stared at the thick cardholder she shoved into my arms, my eyes practically glowing with greed.
"Sister," I breathed, "you're a legend."

4.
For the rest of that first day of filming, my sister was practically my shadow.
Even Liam started to get suspicious.
"Do you think she's just putting on a show?" he murmured to me later. "You know, all sweet for the cameras, but then she'll turn on you when they're off."
I smirked, gesturing vaguely toward one of the cameras. "Still live, you know."
"I never talk about people behind their backs," Liam stated, matter-of-fact. It was true. He was brutally honest, never one for scheming or gossip.
So I gave his question some serious thought.
"Honestly, I think my mom just knows her really, really well." I propped my chin in my hands, posing like a flower. "After all, who could possibly resist a cute little cupcake like me?"
Liam swallowed hard, nodding emphatically.
"Right. Your sister clearly has impeccable taste."
"And so does Mrs. Howard, of course."
His gaze was so intense it could have melted steel. It was obvious he was a huge fan of my new sweet-and-sassy look. I wasn't even trying, and he was completely hooked.
"But are you okay with it?" Liam asked, his voice gentle.
We were always like thisno hidden feelings, no dancing around issues. We asked things directly, unwilling to let small misunderstandings fester into real problems. His eyes were soft with concern.
I shook my head. "Not at all. I mean, sure, she's my biological mother, but she spent twenty-five years raising my sister. It's only natural they know each other inside and out. It's just like us, right?"
A faint blush crept up Liam's neck. Just then, my sister peeked her head around the corner.
"You two are so adorable together."
"I ship it so hard."
Seeing her, Liam made an excuse and slipped out.
Scarlett immediately sat down in front of me. "It's obvious he's crazy about you."
I smiled shyly. She took my hand, her expression turning guilty.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, Chloe. Your life should have been better."
I just laughed it off.
"Sis, you really don't have to apologize. Sure, my life was tough financially, but it was happy. I mean, I met Liam, didn't I?"
He was my soulmate. I couldn't imagine life without him, and he couldn't imagine it without me.
"I graduated from a top university, started my own studio right after my youth was full of wonderful memories. Besides being poor, there was nothing bad about it. Being poor is only a tragedy if it makes you bitter. And trust me, I'm not bitter. I got lucky."
Scarlett pulled me into a fierce hug. "Don't you worry. From now on, your life will be even better. Big sister's got your back."
I nodded firmly into her shoulder. "And I'll always have yours, sis."
That night, Scarlett and I shared a room, staying up late talking. As a result, we were both yawning our heads off when we came downstairs the next morning.
Liam looked from me to her and back again. "You know, you two actually look a little alike."
"Get out of here," I scoffed. "If I looked like my sister, I'd be drooling in my sleep every night."
Even without a stitch of makeup, Scarlett was dazzling. I had to hand it to my biological parents; they'd hit the jackpot with her.
"Chloe, if you'd grown up with the Howards, with money for all the best treatments, you'd be just as beautiful," Amber said, descending the stairs in a full face of immaculate makeup.
My sister's head snapped toward her, disgust written all over her face.
"You have money for treatments, and I don't see you turning into a supermodel."
The comeback was so brutal, I had to physically stop myself from grinning. No wonder my sister had such a bad rap in the industry. That mouth was a weapon.
"Scarlett, why are you so hostile towards Amber? She was just trying to comfort your sister. Why would you attack her for that?" Gunther stepped in, defending Amber.
My eyes shot wide open, and I turned to Liam.
He immediately held up his hands as if taking an oath. "Just so you know, I will never defend another woman over you. I'm on your side, unconditionally. Always."

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