The Fake Heiress Marries a Top Tycoon

The day after my father passed away, my stepmother, Destinee Vaughn, wasted no time bringing my father's biological daughter, Lola Haynes, back from the countryside.

She threw a paternity test report in front of me and demanded I leave the Haynes Group.

My fiancé, Caden Fletcher, who loved me deeply, apologized, his eyes red with unshed tears, "I'm sorry, I can only marry the heir of the Haynes Group."

I wasn't my father's biological child.

But they didn't know my mother was the daughter of a mafia boss.

The lady that Eura's biggest mafia leader had been searching for was me.

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Destinee flung a paternity test report onto the table beside me, and the words "not biological father and daughter" were written on it in a very eye-catching way.

She raised her head, looking down at me with disdain, "You little bastard, you can leave now. You won't get a single cent of Toby's inheritance."

I took a sip of my coffee, calmly. "Leave? I'm the one engaged to Fletcher Group. You can send Lola to Caden's bed and see if he's willing to have sex with her."

Destinee's face darkened with anger.

Terry loved me deeply. This was a fact known by everyone in Arcienda.

Lola swayed slightly, biting her lip and speaking softly, "Molly, don't say that..."

Lola was only a year younger than me.

Looking at her face, which resembled my father's, I found it somewhat amusing.

Even though my mother was pregnant, she ran away from the marriage to be with Toby. However, he had an illegitimate daughter with his mistress in the second year after their marriage.

But before she could squeeze out any tears, Caden's assistant, Angelo, came in.

He bowed respectfully to me, "Miss Wells. Mr. Fletcher asked me to take you to the airport first. He'll join you after finishing his meeting."

Yesterday, I just casually mentioned that I had never touched a sea turtle, and that evening, he arranged a trip to Palis for the next day.

Ignoring Destinee and Lola's dramatic expressions behind me, I put on my sunglasses and walked straight out of the mansion.

At the airport, the boarding announcement played.

I put down the magazine, feeling a strong sense of unease.

Caden used to never let me wait for him.

He once canceled a million-dollar contract because the meeting would last three hours, and I wanted him to accompany me to feed pigeons.

Yet today, I had already waited two hours.

Angelo wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to explain.

There was no news of a car accident.

I rubbed my phone, unsure if I felt relieved or disappointed.

As the final boarding call sounded, Caden finally appeared.

He seemed rushed, his tie loose, his voice hoarse, "Sorry, Molly, I'm late."

My anxiety and anger dissipated instantly.

I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw him, my heart softened.

I tried to hide my joy, pretending to be angry, "You made me wait so long, think carefully about how to make it up to me."

My wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly, and I turned back in confusion.

Caden looked up, revealing eyes red from exhaustion, "Molly, I'm sorry."

We never made it to Palis, instead, we went to the Fletcher family's engagement party.

It was Caden's engagement party with Lola.

Sitting in the audience, my heart felt as though it was being stabbed repeatedly, every breath filled with excruciating pain.

I didn't make a scene because before the party, Caden's mother, Shelby, held my hand, crying, nearly kneeling before me. "Molly, Caden can only marry the heir of Haynes Group. If you truly love him, let him go."

I didn't respond, just stared steadily at Caden, "Is that what you think too?"

But he only turned his head, avoiding my gaze.

My heart shattered into pieces, yet I sneered.

Silence was an answer in itself.

"Mr. Fletcher, is it true that you were once engaged to Molly?" The reporter's question pulled me back to reality.

Instantly, all eyes focused on me.

As high-profile as Caden was in love back then, the way others looked at me was filled with gloating and sarcasm at this moment.

I forced a pale smile, trying to straighten my back.

A burning gaze landed on me. It was Caden.

He looked at me from afar across the crowd, his Adam's apple rolling, but he couldn't utter a word.

As the murmurs grew, Lola snatched the microphone, her voice gentle yet firm, "The one engaged to Fletcher Group has always been me."

The reporter persisted, digging up old reports, "But before, Toby himself admitted Molly was his only daughter."

Destinee eagerly presented the paternity test report. "Toby indeed only has one daughter and it was Lola. As for Molly, we don't know who her biological father is."

Her words sparked a heated discussion.

"No wonder Molly took her mother's surname. I thought Mr. Haynes loved his wife dearly, but he never acknowledged Molly as his daughter."

"What man could tolerate this? No wonder he had another child with his mistress."

The banquet hall was in an uproar. Lola stood on stage holding Caden's arm, wearing a victor's smile.

"Bastard."

"Trash." Insults flew at me.

My tears welled up, finally spilling over.

Suddenly, a ripe tomato hit me, bursting its juice instantly.

"You bastard, get out!"

Next, a lettuce leaf struck my forehead, hanging messily with salad dressing in my hair.

Then came the second, third...

I straightened my back, desperately pressing my trembling fingertips, staring fixedly at Caden on stage. But he remained silent throughout.

Only when I was drenched in fruit juice and covered in lettuce did Shelby finally come to her senses and call a halt. "Today is a joyous occasion, everyone. Calm down, let's celebrate Caden and Lola together."

The lights dimmed, melodious music played, and the party began.

Lola, in her pristine white dress, was held by Caden as they danced gracefully in the center of the dance floor, like a prince and princess destined for a fairy tale ending.

Perhaps I was the villain, meant to exit pathetically with salad leaves on my head at the happy ending.

The ornate iron gates closed behind me.

I looked up at the stars, my heart felt like it had a hole torn out, aching terribly.

Ten years ago, when my mother passed away, I locked myself in my room, drinking myself into a stupor.

Caden couldn't bear it, climbed through the window, and whisked me away, speeding to the mountaintop in his sports car.

Under the canopy of stars, he wiped away my tears. "Your mother has just turned into a star, and I will replace her, staying by your side to protect you."

The star remained, but Caden broke his promise.

From a lamppost, I tore off an inconspicuous missing person notice. The information wasn't important, but the insignia at the end, a scepter, I had seen on my mother's wrist.

It was the symbol of Eura's largest mafia.

I pulled out my phone, dialing the numbers one by one.

The call connected, and I spoke in a voice that was very similar to my mother's. "Grandfather, I heard you're looking for me?"

We talked a lot, and my elderly godfather's eyes turned red when he learned that my mother had passed away ten years ago.

His parched lips trembled for a long time before he managed to say sadly, "Yes, it was ten years ago that the monitoring device I implanted in my daughter's body lost its signal."

At that moment, he was merely a father who had lost his daughter.

"I remember my mother mentioning that I have a marriage agreement?"

"Don't worry, my dear. If you don't want to marry, no one can force you."

"No, I am willing to marry. But first, help me take control of the Haynes Group," I replied calmly.

My grandfather Zayne's eyes widened. "What's the point in running a company? If you want to make money, I have plenty of profitable businesses for you."

"Grandfather," I said, my eyes burning with ambition in the video, "don't you want to create a powerful business empire that bridges both worlds?"

Zayne paused, then burst into laughter. "Alright! Then get ready, the wedding will be held in a month."

A month later? My heart ached again.

That was supposed to be the day Caden and I would get married.

I returned to the mansion the next morning.

As I approached the door to my room, a pungent smell of medicine wafted out, and a sense of foreboding arose in my heart.

I quickly pushed the door open.

Inside, the sunlight was blocked by heavy curtains, and the bedding on the bed was piled high, outlining two human figures.

Instantly, blood rushed from my feet to my head, and I yanked the covers away.

"Oh!" Lola curled up, her cheeks flushed, her nightgown so thin that shadows of her body could be vaguely seen.

Caden was startled awake by the scream. When he saw me, his face turned pale, and he rolled off the bed, buttoning his clothes in a panic.

I was so angry that I picked up the vase next to me and threw it at him. Caden was very agile, and he dodged by turning his head. The vase exploded on the wall next to his ear.

The sound of the explosion made Lola scream again.

I grabbed a fruit knife and pointed it at the noisy Lola, frowning with irritation. "Shut up."

The scream abruptly stopped, and Lola stared at me with wide eyes, like a duck caught by the neck.

Caden raised his head, shards had cut his cheek, and blood oozed out.

Yet he only looked at me, his expression earnest. "Molly, nothing happened between us."

"Well?" I regained my composure, masking my inner pain with a smile. "Then what were you two doing in my bed?"

"Molly, you really misunderstood." Lola clutched the blanket, tears glistening in her eyes. "You disappeared last night, and everyone was worried. Caden and I searched for you all night, and later, I got a fever. Caden brought me back... and then..."

"And then you ended up in my bed?"

"Molly!" Caden raised his voice. "Can't you stop thinking so sleazily?"

Sleazy?

I looked at the two of them in disarray and couldn't help but sneer.

On the day we confirmed our relationship, he decisively fired his female secretary of five years.

While other rich kids were out with beauties, drinking and racing, he conducted business with video calls on, just to reassure me.

Others joked about him being under the thumb, and he seriously said, "Molly doesn't control me. I'm just afraid she'll misunderstand."

He once said that a wise man would always avoid risky situations.

Now he was lying in bed with Lola, yet he claimed I was thinking too sleazily.

I wiped away the tears. "What's there to fear? Even if you did have sex, you're already engaged. And you, Caden, after last night, there's nothing between us anymore."

Ignoring Caden's pale face, I walked straight to the dressing room and changed into a smart outfit.

I had more important things to do.

Upon arriving at the company, I noticed everyone staring at me with peculiar expressions.

Ignoring them, I walked into my office, began flipping through the documents on my desk, and pressed the internal call button.

The phone rang for a long time before someone picked up. "Hello?"

It was Destinee's affectedly posh accent.

Suppressing my irritation, I said, "This is the line for Director Mason."

"Kory? He's now Lola's special assistant," she replied.

I felt a sinking feeling in my chest and asked coldly, "Who approved this?"

"I did. After all, I'm a shareholder too. But think about how much of Toby's shares you might get. One percent or maybe two?"

I was in no mood for small talk. "Have HR transfer him back immediately."

Destinee chuckled, "I'm afraid that's not possible. The board just discussed it this morning and appointed Lola as the General Manager of the Strategic Development Department."

A chill ran down my spine.

This department was responsible for the company's core strategic planning, a critical position with enormous responsibility.

The choice for general manager had been pending, meant for the most capable candidate, and yet they had taken advantage of the situation.

Destinee continued her endless chatter on the line. "Without a capable assistant like Kory, how could you be at ease? I'm doing this for the company."

I hung up, feeling my temples throb incessantly.

I had investigated Lola. Her academic performance was so poor that she didn't even finish high school.

Now, even interns at Haynes Group were required to be top university graduates, yet she, with no work experience, had taken a leadership role in a core department.

I was getting angry when there was another commotion outside the door.

A few brown-nosing managers escorted Lola, clad in luxury clothes, into my office.

Lola placed a thermos on my desk and spoke in a gentle voice. "Molly, this is seafood porridge. Caden specifically asked me to bring it up for you."

Her words were cleverly crafted, subtly revealing two things. Caden had been downstairs just now, and she had arrived at the company in his car.

Detecting the provocation in her tone, I chose not to engage.

Seeing no reaction from me, her eyes welled up with tears. "Molly, are you still mad at me? Last night, I was so feverish, I don't remember anything..."

Some employees exchanged gossipy glances, with the braver ones whispering among themselves.

I tapped my fingers on the desk, and the noise ceased. "Lola, have you finished reading the SWOT analysis of the company's second half-year plan?"

She was completely unprepared for this question and froze instantly.

"What are our core strengths? And what is our greatest potential risk?"

Her eyes filled with panic.

I smirked inwardly, guessing she had no idea what SWOT even meant.

"Let's focus on the immediate issues," I said, leaning back and sipping my coffee slowly.

"How far along are we in the merger negotiations with Swift Group? How does their latest offer compare to our expected price?"

A barrage of questions rendered Lola speechless.

She twisted her fingers into her clothes, tears brimming in her eyes. "Molly, I don't understand a lot right now, but I can learn..."

The others instantly showed an expression of annoyance towards her.

This was how the workplace is. As long as she was a drag on the team, no one would sympathize with her, no matter how pitiful she acted.

People would be annoyed by her foolishness.

Destinee rushed over, shielding Lola like a lioness with her cubs, her voice sharp. "Who doesn't start from ignorance to competence? Molly, don't push too far!"

I sneered, "Yes, she should learn something. Director ... no, Assistant Mason, make sure to 'assist' Miss Haynes thoroughly. Please ensure her work is compliant and efficient."

Lola and Destinee exchanged a triumphant glance, thinking I had compromised.

As the crowd dispersed, I glanced at the thermos and instructed my assistant to pour it straight down the toilet.

Caden had forgotten that I was allergic to seafood.

But I was busy and didn't have time to be sad for an irrelevant person.