The Fake Heiress and I: An Alliance After the Truth

A month into my first semester, I was already financially independent.
Fetching water: $500. Grabbing packages: $500. Changing a duvet cover: 0-0,000. Providing emotional support for the queen bee: $2,000.
So when the campus king and his scholarship-case girlfriend showed up looking for a fight, I was the first one to step up.
You can insult me. But you will not insult my boss.
For my troubles, the queen bee gifted me the latest iPhone 17 Pro Max.
After graduation, while my classmates were clawing their way through recruitment season, I walked right into the Weasley Corporation headquarters by her side.
Then, the Weasley family found their real, long-lost daughter. The party they threw to welcome her was the talk of the town.
I found Victoria Weasley huddled in a dark corner, lighting a cigarette with a self-mocking laugh.
“I guess I’m not a Weasley anymore,” she said, her voice laced with bitter humor. “You don’t have to stick around.”
I just nodded and pulled a bank card from my pocket.
“Thanks to you, these past few years, I’ve bought a car, a condo, and I’ve got a little saved up.”
I met her gaze.
“So… want to burn it all down?”
…
Victoria’s head snapped up.
Her usually cool, imperious face was, for the first time in the seven years I’d known her, completely stunned.
Victoria Weasley was like most heiresses: beautiful and imperious.
The first time I saw her, during freshman orientation seven years ago, I was carrying a kettle of hot water. The queen bee acknowledged my friendly hello with a slight, regal tilt of her chin before thrusting another empty kettle into my hands.
“Fill this one up for me, too.”
I blinked, then rolled my eyes. I was about to tell her she was out of her mind when she pulled out a wallet, thumbed through a stack of crisp bills, and held out five hundreds.
“For your trouble.”
The thousand insults on the tip of my tongue vanished. I grabbed both kettles and scampered off like my life depended on it.
From that day on, it was $500 for water, $500 for takeout, and 0-0,000 for changing her duvet cover. Victoria was so lavish with her money that I sometimes felt guilty taking it.
She’d just raise an eyebrow and say coolly, “You do the work, I pay you for it. That’s how the world works.”
And so I became her most loyal lackey.
Correction: her most loyal assistant.
But Victoria was different from the other trust-fund kids. She’d gotten into Auden University as a state scholar. While others were at fashion shows and shopping sprees, she was already interning at her family’s company. In just a few years, she had propelled Weasley Corp to new heights—so successful that her own family began to see her as a threat.
Suddenly, fireworks exploded over our heads, forming the name "Lily" in the night sky. The name of the newly found “true” heiress.
The Weasleys were putting on this extravagant show to legitimize her.
Victoria and I exchanged a look. We both saw the same irony in each other’s eyes. Weasley Corp had just poured over a billion dollars into the new Northwood Project, and finances were tight. A city-wide spectacle like this had to have cost at least half a month of the entire company's budget.
After a moment of silence, Victoria stubbed out her cigarette and strode purposefully towards the brightly lit mansion.
A small smile played on my lips as I hurried to catch up.
I’d been to the Weasley mansion many times, but in the half-month since I’d last been here, it had been completely transformed. The courtyard, once filled with the vibrant roses Victoria had planted, was now home to rows of delicate, fragile gardenias.
Very fitting for the new princess.
My gaze fell on Lily, the center of attention. She was wearing a French-style princess gown that looked awkward on her, flanked by two men who once belonged to Victoria: her brother and her fiancé. Now, they looked more like Lily’s personal knights.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gathered her skirts to walk over.
“Avery! I’m so happy you could make it!” she chirped, her tone intimate, as if she wasn’t the same person I’d yelled at until she cried three years ago.
“I know how amazing you are at your job. Don’t worry, you’ll have a place at Weasley Corp, just like when my sister was here.”
She then covered her mouth with a theatrical gasp, her eyes wide with mock innocence. “Oh, Mason… did I overstep?”
Mason Weasley, the eldest son, just ruffled her hair affectionately. “Of course not. You’re the rightful heir of this family. You can say whatever you want.”
He then looked down his nose at me, as if bestowing a great favor. “Lily has a kind heart. You should be grateful she’s willing to keep you on.”
Lily blushed and looked down. I had to physically restrain myself from rolling my eyes. As a senior executive at Weasley Corp, my employment was subject to a vote by the board of directors, not the whims of these idiots.
Standing beside them, Blake Harrington looked thoroughly annoyed. He pulled Lily into his arms. “When is this ceremony going to start? I can’t believe Victoria occupied your place for so many years. I almost had to marry her. What a nightmare.”
Lily tugged on his sleeve, whispering, “Don’t say that. It wasn’t my sister’s fault.”
Blake was about to say more when a commotion at the entrance cut him off. I heard the murmurs of the crowd, followed by Blake’s voice, suddenly sharp and loud.
“Victoria? Who let you in?”

2
Every head in the room turned towards the entrance.
Victoria stood under the glittering crystal chandelier, a simple, elegant black velvet gown clinging to her frame. She effortlessly outshone every bejeweled woman in the room.
Her expression was neutral. Her eyes met mine for a fleeting second before settling on Blake.
“Blake,” she said, her voice calm and cutting, “I’ve been walking through this door for twenty years. Since when do I need your permission?”
Blake was speechless, his face flushing with anger.
Lily immediately peeked out from his embrace, her voice soft and trembling. “Sister, please don’t be angry. Blake didn’t mean it like that… He just… he just wasn’t expecting you…” As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.
Mason, ever the protector, stepped in front of her. “Victoria, this is a welcome party for Lily. It’s not appropriate for you to show up uninvited.”
“Uninvited?” Victoria let out a soft laugh as she glided forward. “Brother, have you forgotten? This party is being paid for by Weasley Corporation’s public relations budget. And I,” she paused, her gaze sweeping over the room, “am still a 5% shareholder in this company. As well as the original head of the Northwood Project. Do I need an invitation to see how my money is being spent?”
Mason’s face froze. The guests began to whisper amongst themselves.
“She’s right, she still has shares…”
“And the Northwood Project was her baby…”
Sensing the shift in the room, Lily forced a sickly-sweet smile. “Sister, I’m so happy you’re here! You lived in this house for over twenty years. We can be sisters, the daughters of the Weasley family together. We’re all family!”
She even tried to take Victoria’s hand. Victoria sidestepped her without a second glance.
Lily’s hand hung awkwardly in the air. She looked at Mason and Blake, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Blake wrapped a protective arm around her, snarling at Victoria, “Don’t be so ungrateful, Victoria! Lily is trying to be nice, and you’re still putting on your queen bee act? Look around! Who do you think you are anymore?”
Mason’s expression darkened. “Victoria, those shares were a gift from Grandpa to his most beloved granddaughter. Since you’re not his biological granddaughter, those shares aren’t rightfully yours.”
He offered a condescending smile. “Of course, for the sake of our years as siblings, and for all you’ve done for the company, I won’t cheat you. I’m prepared to buy your shares back at market value.”
He looked down at Lily, his eyes full of adoration. “And return them to their rightful owner.”
Lily looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears of gratitude.
Victoria simply nodded. “Fine. We can discuss the details at the office on Monday.”
The whispers grew louder.
“Is she crazy? Everyone knows Weasley Corp is on the rise. Selling her shares now is like throwing money away.”
“Well, she’s not a Weasley anymore. It’s smarter to take the money and run…”
A sleazy voice cut through the chatter. “Well, well, what’s all the commotion?”
I looked up to see a man in a flashy pink suit swaggering over, champagne flute in hand. It was Tristan Vance, a notorious playboy and one of Victoria’s former suitors.
He leered at Victoria. “Well, if it isn’t the great Victoria Weasley. Oh, my mistake, the former great Victoria Weasley. Kicked to the curb and still putting on airs? I hear you’re in a tight spot. How about you consider my offer? I may not be a Weasley, but I can certainly take care of you…”
He didn’t finish, but his eyes raked over her body, leaving no doubt as to his meaning. A few stifled snickers echoed through the crowd. Blake and Mason did nothing, clearly enjoying the show.
Victoria didn't say a word, just shot me a quick, pointed glance. I inwardly cursed. The queen bee had caught me enjoying the drama.
I cleared my throat and stepped forward.
Lily’s face paled. “Avery, you…”
I ignored her and walked straight up to Tristan. “Mr. Vance, if I recall correctly, your father still hasn't covered the thirty-seven million you lost in Vegas last month. I hear all your credit cards have been frozen. Are you planning on taking out a loan shark’s money to ‘take care’ of our Ms. Weasley?”

3
Tristan’s face turned a shade of beet red. “You… What nonsense are you spouting?”
I kept my smile in place, pulling a business card from my clutch and tucking it into the pocket of his stiff suit jacket.
“This is for the venture capital firm under Ms. Weasley’s name. We specialize in assisting small to medium-sized enterprises facing temporary financial difficulties. Given your current situation, perhaps you could apply for our distress fund? The interest rates are very reasonable.”
A dead silence fell over the room, followed by a wave of poorly suppressed laughter.
Tristan, trembling with rage, crumpled the card in his fist. He shot me a venomous glare. “You’re nothing but a dog on Victoria’s leash. She can’t even save herself now. What gives you the right to bark here?”
I just shrugged, completely unbothered, and stepped back to my position just behind Victoria.
Through it all, Victoria’s expression hadn’t changed. She turned her cool gaze back to the stone-faced Mason and Blake. “It seems I’m not welcome here after all. Fine.”
She gave a slight flick of her hand. I immediately understood and handed her the file I’d been holding.
Victoria casually tossed it onto a nearby table. “A few of my humble suggestions for the future development of the Northwood Project. Consider it a… welcome gift. For the company, and for the new heiress.”
Without another word, she turned and walked out.
I smiled, following her, but paused as I passed Lily.
“Miss… oh, I suppose I should call you Miss Weasley now,” I whispered, my voice low enough for only her to hear. “That dress you’re wearing? It’s last season’s couture. Victoria donated it because she was tired of it.”
The color drained from Lily’s face.
Outside, the night air was sharp and cold. Victoria didn’t look back once at the house she had called home for over twenty years.
“What did you say to her?” she asked.
“Nothing much,” I shrugged. “Just reminded her she’s wearing your hand-me-downs.”
A genuine smile finally broke through Victoria’s composure.
“Let’s go.” I looked up and saw the familiar fire reigniting in her eyes. “Didn’t you say something about burning it all down?”
I pulled out my phone and brought up a business proposal I had prepared weeks ago.
“The Northwood Project,” I said. “We’re going to do it ourselves.”
Victoria looked surprised. “You were already planning this?”
I just gave a slight nod. Someone had been digging into the switched-at-birth story for a while. As Victoria’s right-hand woman, I was an obvious target for them to try and flip. They had offered me a contract that would have set me up for life.
But all I could see was an image from seven years ago: me, a poor student, being pushed into a corner by bullies. And Victoria, walking out of the sunlight, extending a hand to me.
So now, seven years later, I was walking back into the darkness to pull her out.
Victoria was quiet for a moment. Then she reached out and messed up my hair.
“You’re a good dog,” she said, her voice rough with emotion.
I laughed, ducking away. “Assistant, boss. The word is assistant.”
She dropped her hand, her gaze fixed on the glittering lights of the Weasley mansion in the distance. Her voice was calm, steady, and filled with a cold fire.
“Then let’s show them,” she said.
“Who the real heir is.”

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