Girlfriend Stolen Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the article, the words carving into me like a knife. "A young woman was caught attempting to steal an expensive wedding gown at Tarren’s Mall, owned by the prestigious Williams family. The suspect, identity unknown, was publicly confronted by Sophia Montgomery and her fiancé, Kenneth Williams. Witnesses claim the woman was desperate to obtain a luxurious dress beyond her means. Security was called in to remove her from the premises…”Below it was a photo of me, kneeling on the ground, my face streaked with tears, surrounded by security guards. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

“Make me. Or maybe I leak it. Tag your name. Tag his. Billionaire caught devouring mystery woman while Grandma’s charity falls apart. The internet’s going to feast.” He turned to Kain, sneering. “You touch what belongs to me, you get burned.” Jade stepped forward, heat in her voice. “He’s my boyfriend now. You lost me the day you were f*cking my sister behind my back.” Boyfriend. She hadn’t meant to say it. But it came out fast. Too real. Too raw. Rob flinched—but only for a second. Then he hit send. Their phones buzzed in unison.

" I'd been full of enthusiasm just moments ago, but now her relentless blows left me reeling. I couldn't understand it at all. Why was my girlfriend—who'd been so tender and affectionate with me last night—suddenly hurling such vicious words at me? And she was the one who pursued me first. Why was I suddenly the one who pestered her endlessly? "You wanted me to say it to your face, right? Well, now I've made it very clear. Please leave my house." Her icy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. As I looked at her cold, resolute expression, all my lingering feelings for her dissipated. Seeing the neighbors watching, my heart sank to rock bottom. "Okay. I'll go and never bother you again. Just giv

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

"Everyone, I'm absolutely heartbroken. I tried to teach these girls proper etiquette, tried to help them move up in the world. And what did they do? Not only were they ungrateful — they used a stolen card to commit fraud at a luxury boutique!" "I've already contacted the mall and the police. These criminals must be punished!" Faye chimed in beside her: "Exactly! That Vivian girl can't even afford takeout on a normal day — how could she possibly buy millions of dollars' worth of anything? It's obviously a stolen or cloned card!" The comments were a flood of outrage. "Disgusting!" "Lock them up!" "Dox them! Don't let them get away!" Mia stared at the livestream, shaking with fury.

Marie I just signed my soul to the devil, and the devil? He was smiling at me like I’d walked straight into his trap , head first with no parachute or helmet. I broke up with my fiance for him, then I lied to him when he asked me if I had someone back at home waiting for me. Now that I have successfully signed his contract, I was his for the next six months. I was his arm candy , his girlfriend….his woman-toy. But I knew why I was just doing this. I was doing this for my family and for my daughter. Then I would leave, permanently.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

She didn’t have any explanation even though she didn’t steal it, she made them check the CCTV camera and saw a man in black, he used a mask and face cap, his stature was none like anyone that she recognized but people insist that she was in it with the criminal. She was forced to pay the money, fired from her job, dragged to the prison but no one came for her, she left the prison after two weeks and discovered that it was her boyfriend that planned all what was happening to her. Her friend had gone ahead and claimed some scholarship she had been aiming for in order to go to college and told the board that she was a thief who was now in prison. No job, no boyfriend, no friends, all she had wa

That bitch plotted and skimmed until she got what she wanted. Craig's wife had Jeb's sister kidnapped and waited for her to land in the auction. When she did, Craig bid on her. Now, Jeb's sister was at her mercy to give her whatever she wanted. Jeb tried to buy her back from Craig. Ultimately, Jeb hired someone to get her back from Craig. No one knows where she is now. Jeb keeps her hidden. I saw her when she first came out of Craig's. She was frail skinny, and terrified of everything.

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me