What Happened In Stolen From Sunset True Crime Book?

The night I was kidnapped, I made one last phone call to my dad, police captain Marcus Harper. "Dad, save me!" "Grace, even your jealous tantrums should have better timing." On the other end of the line, he was celebrating his adopted daughter's birthday. His voice dripped with impatience. "Today is Annie's eighteenth birthday. Pushing her down the stairs wasn't enough for you? Now you have to lie and make a scene too?" I cried and told him I hadn't done it. All I got in return was a dismissive chuckle. "Grace, either come home right now and apologize to Annie, or don't ever come back." I never made it back. Three months later, a girl's body was unearthed at an abandoned slaughterhouse on the edge of the city. Dad led the team to the scene. He pulled back the blue tarp covering the body and saw the red cord around my wristbone, the one with "Stay Safe" engraved on its silver tag. The man who had saved countless missing children finally lost his mind.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I was trapped in a cabin with my daughter, Sofia Costello, as floodwaters raged outside. With shaking hands, I used the emergency satellite phone to call my mafia husband, Henson Costello, and begged for help. I dialed more than 90 times before the call finally went through, yet all I heard was the breathy moans of his first love, Angelina Rossi, on the other end. "Henson...slower..." Before I could even process the shock of his betrayal, I heard a conversation that sent me straight into hell. "That kid was dead weight anyway. Trading him for control of Pier 9 was the best deal the family ever made." It seemed that Leo Costello, my son, who had supposedly drowned at the beach five years ago, had not died in an accident after all. Henson had used him as part of a business deal. All this time, I had been drowning in guilt for taking him to that beach, blaming myself for the tragedy. I never knew the truth was this cruel. Tears streamed down my face as my body shook uncontrollably. After ten years of marriage, I finally realized I had never truly known the man I loved and sacrificed everything for. I picked up my phone again and dialed Vincenzo Moretti's number. "Vince, I'll marry you. But you have to help me destroy the Costello family from power." After a brief silence, his voice came through the line. "Aurelia Astor, I've been waiting ten years to hear you say that."

I thought he was my soulmate. I was wrong. On our one-year anniversary, Matthew didn't give me a ring. He gave me to a monster. To pay off a debt he couldn't afford, he sold me to the king of the underworld: Romeo Rossi. In one night, I lost everything. My boyfriend was a liar, my home was burned to the ground, and I became a prisoner in a cold, golden mansion. Romeo is a man who takes what he wants. He is ruthless, dangerous, and now... he owns me. But as Matthew’s lies start to fall apart, I realize that being "stolen" might be the only way to survive. Romeo isn't just my captor, he is the only one who can help me get my revenge. The innocent girl Matthew sold is gone. In her place is a woman who is ready to fight. Matthew sold me to a monster to save his own life, but he made a huge mistake. Because now, the monster is on my side.

After a shattering breakup, Ava Dawson flees Arizona with nothing but a suitcase and a dream of starting over. A flight delay leads her to Ethan Hart-a, a charming stranger with gentle eyes and quiet scars. It is a near accident that binds them, and a sunset kiss in San Francisco has Ava believing love can bloom twice. But Ethan is not just a warm stranger, he's the billionaire CEO of HartTech, a man whose life is circled by paparazzi, power, and people who want to use him. When ambitious and Vindictive ex-fiancée Serena Vale returns to claim what she feels is rightfully hers, Ava finds herself the target of a web of deceit, manipulation, and sabotage. Ethan's trust is shaken, Ava's confidence crumbles, and their new love is about to face the ultimate test of forces that will stop at nothing to tear them asunder. Ava must choose: fight for a love she's only just found… Or walk away before she is destroyed by a world she was never prepared for. A tale of love, betrayal, courage, and destiny, "The Girl Who Loves Sunsets" is a heart-stopping romance full of passion, suspense, and that one truth that always prevails: Love conquers all; well, only if you fight for it.

One drunken night. One missing necklace. One unforgettable mistake... Elena didn’t think her heart had anything left to break—not after catching her fiancé in bed with her own stepsister. But fate had other plans. A wild night out ended with a foggy morning… and a wedding ring she couldn’t remember saying yes to. She soon found herself working as a house keeper in a billionaire’s mansion, trapped by debts and haunted by choices she never made. What she didn’t know was that the cold, arrogant billionaire wasn’t a stranger after all. But someone else had known the truth all along. And she had been willing to do anything to bury it. Some truths get louder when forced to stay buried.

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?