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This had all been Corinne’s scheme—to bring me down and take my inheritance. She had fallen for Grant long ago and hated me deeply. She wanted to use my downfall to make a fortune. Grant confessed everything. Then, with a smile as naive as a child’s, he asked me, "Wife, we can go back to how things were before, right? I know I was wrong. I’ll treat you well from now on." But the next second, he was arrested. "We’re from the district police department. You are now suspected of involvement in a vehicular homicide case. Your accomplice has already confessed. Please come with us."

And now, more than ever, I was determined to find out what it was. Even if it destroyed me. Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Stolen Heiress: Blood Secrets! 💖 Your support, comments, and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to write more. This story is just beginning to unravel, and I promise you there are so many more shocking discoveries, intense twists, and heart-pounding moments waiting ahead. If you're enjoying Celine and Lucien's journey, please show your support by voting, commenting, and sharing the story. It really helps the book reach more readers!

"Cillian, stop stalling. If you don't sign, we'll get lawyers involved and sue you for illegally occupying the Harrison family assets." Nathan joined in. "Yeah, give back what you stole from Arthur." Arthur didn't say anything. He just watched me with those eyes so much like Claire's, barely hiding his smugness. I took a deep breath. "Fine." I picked up the pen and signed my name.

•••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story. Like the sequel, this is also written in 1st person narrative. If you've come this far and have read The Heir's Secret Obsession and The Alpha's Dhampirica, thanks a million ❤ Your continued support and interest in my stories is what keeps me going. Thanks for being patient! For the new readers' sake, the first few chapters (all free!) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships.

This was no exception. By the time Dane had finished exercising, he heard his guest closing the front door behind her. Satisfied in a day well started, he climbed into the shower. As the hot water cascaded down his spine, Dane thought about work. He was on to something. He could feel it. He had eleven kidnap victims across the United States. Each victim was taken under unique circumstances. No two victims connected anywhere. Each woman was a different age. Each woman was shaped differently. Each woman was a different nationality. Each woman came from a different state. Nothing pointed to these women being taken by the same offender. Yet, Dane KNEW that they had been. He couldn’t explain why,

I replied calmly, eyes scanning the screen. He leaned forward slightly. “So tell me, what exactly do you plan to do with her?” Instead of answering, I shook my head. “How’s the goods? Have they found the duplicate yet?” He smirked. “I see what you did there.” I didn’t return the smile. He should have known by now when I switched to business mode, jokes were a waste of time. He raised his hands in surrender. “Not yet. The godfathers are behind it. Trying their best to pull down the original.”

Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create. I'll leave one of the chapters for yous: A Thief: A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female. "Ah, so final

My heart kicked against my ribs as instinct screamed at me to hide, but my body refused to move. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Lewis has told me so many times. He had warned me of his rivals but never imagined they would follow me here. I stood up slowly, shoving my books into my bag with trembling hands. I tried to move calmly, to not draw attention, but my panic betrayed me. The figure followed. I weaved between shelves, cutting toward the exit, but every time I looked back, he was closer. Not running. Just walking.

She’d pressed a stolen loaf of bread into my trembling hands when hunger had nearly killed me. Since then, she had become my ride-or-die, the only thing close to family I had left in this unforgiving world. We learned young that no one hands anything to orphans. Mercy was a fairy tale, and safety a luxury we couldn’t afford. So we decided to carve out our own path, taking what the world refused to give. I glanced down at her now, her arms locked tight around my waist as we sped through the darkened streets. I could still picture our very first heist together. I was eight, and she was ten, already bold as brass.

Entering that warehouse—and then… nothing. They’d used his own caution against him. He stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t panic. Not yet. Crane wouldn’t kill him—not unless he lost his usefulness. And that meant only one thing. They wanted something. His mind flashed to the files he’d helped Aiden extract. The names. The transfers. The clinics funded with blood money. No… it wasn’t about information anymore. It was personal. — PRESENT GENEVA OUTSKIRTS Aiden sat in the back of an old sedan as Oliver drove them through an industrial district. They’d changed cars three times, used a burner phone, and left their old clothes behind. The fake passports in Aiden’s backpack bore names he didn’t reco