All Chapters of Stolen Fiancée, Stolen Baby, Stolen Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment Elyssa Grant saw me, a flash of panic flickered across her eyes. But it was gone just as quickly as it came.She shook it off, wore that cool, formal mask she'd always been great at, and said, "Mr. Scott, it's a pleasure to meet you."Then she gave Andrew Scott's hand a little pat and told him, in that sweet but firm voice of hers, "Don't say that. Our engagement was set a long time ago. Nothing's going to change."The comments section went absolutely wild."Here we go, folks. Eddie Scott is about to play the victim and spill their secret to force her hand.""And now he's going to hold her pregnancy over her head to blackmail her into breaking the engagement with Andrew."I took a deep breath, withdrew my gaze from her, and calmly said, "Ms. Grant, it's a pleasure to meet you."The comment section fell silent for a second."Wait, that's it? Why isn't he making a scene?""He's pretending. Let's see how long he can keep that up.""Oh, I get it now. He's playing har

Elyssa taught me how to taste wine, how to read financial reports, and how to read between the lines of people in her circle.She told me that her family wanted her to marry within her social circle, and pleaded with me to be patient. She also said she needed more time to secure her standing, so she could eventually bring me into her world without hiding and give us a real shot at a future.But yesterday, she told me she was pregnant. We didn't even get a moment to talk about it before I was found and brought back here. I actually thought things were different now. I thought we were finally on equal footing. However, she told me Andrew had always been her choice. That made no sense to me, because Andrew wasn't a real Scott anymore. By her own logic, he no longer met the requirements she'd always insisted were so important.My eyes got a little blurry. I smiled bitterly and opened my email. There was an unread message from three days ago—an offer for a master's program at

Elyssa walked over, glanced at the fragments on the floor, and said dismissively, "It's just a pendant. Was that really necessary?"I knelt down and picked up the broken emerald fragments piece by piece.One of the sharp shards sliced open my finger. Blood dripped onto the emerald pieces, but I didn't register the pain at all."This was the only thing Grandma Anne ever left me," I said, my voice trembling. "Before she died, she told me to always keep it safe."Elyssa's expression changed.No one understood what Grandma Anne meant to me better than she did; after all, she had been the one who accompanied me when I said my final goodbye to her.Andrew, however, only wept harder and clung to her like a child.She paused briefly, then wrapped her arms around him anyway, patting his back. "Don't cry. I'll buy you a nicer one."Marie walked over. "Eddie, Andrew didn't do it on purpose. Don't be so petty."Ronald scowled. "Enough. It's just a piece of jewelry. It's gone, so let

"I already broke off the engagement," Elyssa said, taking a step forward as the rain streamed down her face. "I ended things with Andrew. Ed, come back with me. Let's start over.""Start over?"I couldn't help but laugh. The sound of my laughter blended with the rain, carrying a mocking edge in the dim evening light. "Elyssa, what exactly is there for us to start over from? You told me those five years were just you feeling pity for me. Those were your words. Have you forgotten them already?"Her face went pale."You said Andrew was the one who was worthy of you, and that he was the perfect choice because the Scotts had brought him up for 20 years. And me? I was just some toy you kept on the side.""I never meant—" she started."You did," I said, stopping her. "You slapped me in front of all those people. That slap of yours was louder than the sound of Grandma Anne's pendant shattering on the floor. Don't you remember?"She stood there, completely lost for words. I stepped

It was a photo of me at my college graduation, dressed in my mortarboard and gown.She had snapped it when I wasn't looking. The sunlight had been generous that afternoon, and I was smiling so freely that even I hardly recognized myself.She looked at it every day, often losing herself in the memory it held.One afternoon, her secretary entered with documents and found her lost in thought. He called her name more than once before she finally looked up. "Ms. Grant?" he prompted. "Just leave them there," she said softly.She never called or messaged me again. It wasn't because she had stopped caring. It was because she knew that I would never respond.…Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and my "Rebirth" collection was finally ready. Inspired by the restored pendant Grandma Anne had left me, I designed a full line of men's jewelry, including necklaces, cufflinks, and tie clips. The cracks were framed in platinum, designed to resemble healed scars.I said, "Sca