Stolen Heiress
Celine Laurent never wanted just the disposable daughter in a family built on fake blood ties and lies.
Betrayed and publicly humiliated by her fiancé, she’s sold off in a forced marriage to Lucien Thornhart, the man society calls unstable, broken, and childlike.
To the world, he’s a fragile heir who needs a nanny.
To Celine, he’s a lethal enigma with ice-gray eyes that strip her bare… and a presence that makes her body burn with forbidden heat.
Their marriage starts in icy silence and raw distrust.
But every sharp glance, every accidental touch, every midnight encounter threatens to shatter the mask he wears so perfectly.
Because the woman Lucien planned to use and destroy refuses to break.
And the man she was forced to marry is far more dangerous and far more tempting than anyone knows.
In a world drowning in blood-soaked secrets and ruthless revenge, their explosive union becomes the ultimate risk…
Falling desperately in love with the one person who was never meant to be hers.
Baca
Chapter: Chapter 5: Fractured Vow "Celine’s POV" The wedding unfolded like a vivid dream stitched together with forced smiles and whispered cruelty. I stood at the altar in a gown that felt like chains disguised as lace, my chestnut hair pinned tightly, pearls digging into my scalp. The Thornhart ballroom had been transformed into a lavish floral cathedral, but all I registered was the weight of every judging eye. Clara sat front row beside Xavier, her lips curved in vicious delight. As I walked down the aisle, she leaned toward a guest, voice carrying just far enough: “Look at her. Still playing the tragic victim. At least she’ll finally be useful as someone’s full-time caretaker.” Her words sliced deep, reopening every wound from the gala. I kept my chin lifted, but humiliation burned hot in my chest. Xavier smirked beside her, his earlier betrayal still fresh and bleeding inside me. My parents watched with cold approval, having sold me off for shipping alliances and debt relief. The vows passed in a haze. Luci
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Chapter: Chapter 4: Is he wearing a Mask? "Celine’s POV" The meeting was a blur of legalese and cold calculation. I sat at the long mahogany table in the Thornhart library, spine rigid, while my father sold what remained of me. Trade concessions. Debt forgiveness. A shipping alliance sealed with my name on a contract I had no power to refuse. Billions of dollars shifted hands across the table as though I were merely another asset on the ledger. Lucien sat cross-legged on the floor a few feet away, humming a soft nursery rhyme under his breath, his steel-gray eyes distant and childlike. He rocked gently, oblivious or so the room believed while my future was auctioned off in polite, corporate language. I couldn’t breathe. “I… I need a moment,” I whispered, my throat tight. No one stopped me. I rose on unsteady legs and fled down the dimly lit hallway toward the restroom, the echo of my heels the only sound chasing me. Cold water splashed against my face. I gripped the marble sink, staring at my reflection, hollow gr
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Groom "Celine’s POV" The black town car glided through the iron gates of the Thornhart estate like a hearse carrying me to my own funeral. I sat rigid in the back seat, hands folded so tightly in my lap that my nails dug crescents into my palms. Three days had passed since I had signed the marriage contract under my parents’ cold stares and the silent threat of the guards. Three days since I had abandoned the half-packed suitcase on my bedroom floor and accepted the only door still open to me. Escape had been an illusion. They had made sure of that. The Laurent mansion was no longer home. It was a cage I had been traded out of, only to be delivered into another. Every mile the car traveled away from my family felt like another chain tightening around my throat. Xavier’s voice still echoed in my head at night, a porcelain doll, boring, forgettable and Clara’s mocking laughter followed me into sleep. My own parents had looked me in the eye and chosen to institutionalize me rather than
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Morning After "Celine’s POV" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I fled into the night, hailing a taxi with trembling hands, desperate to escape the glittering prison of the gala. Xavier’s venomous words carved through my mind on an endless loop, each syllable a fresh blade twisting deeper. I was drowning in a sea of despair. What had I ever done to deserve such calculated cruelty from my lover and my own blood? The next morning I had fallen asleep still wrapped in the emerald gown, its fabric now creased and heavy with the scent of yesterday’s shame. Sunlight pierced the curtains with merciless cheer, indifferent to the wreckage it illuminated. I sat motionless on the edge of my bed, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the faint pale circle on my finger where Xavier’s ring used to sit. The skin there felt raw, exposed, like someone had peeled away the last fragile layer of me that still dared to believe in forever. Yesterday’s humiliation continued to replay in my head without me
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Chapter: Chapter one:The Gala The emerald gown itched between my shoulder blades like a warning I should have heeded. I counted the crystals in the nearest chandelier three hundred and forty-seven because counting was how I survived these nights. Counting seconds until I could leave. Counting the ways my sister might choose to destroy me. Tonight, I had dared to hope for something different. Xavier had promised. With a quiet smile, he'd said this morning, his thumb brushing my wrist with a tenderness that made me believe. I’ll stand beside you. Everyone will see. I had clung to that promise like a lifeline. It had carried me into this gown, through the doors of Thornhart Manor, into the glittering ballroom where the coastal elite swirled in their masks and malice. No one saw me. They never did. Not until the screaming started. The sound cut through the string quartet like a blade. My head snapped up. Guests surged toward the tall windows and the stone balcony beyond, phones rising like weapons, hun
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