I Stole The Male Lead's First Night Novels & Stories

And was I really the kind of man who would gamble on the old man miraculously finding the money and giving me the answers I needed? No. I wasn't. I wasn't going to let her go either. I had two months to seduce her and make her want to stay. My lips curved into a slow smirk. Challenge accepted... A sharp knock at the door interrupted my less than holy thoughts. If it was Clarissa again... it wasn't. It was one of my men, Felix, standing on the other side. “It’s handled,” Felix said immediately, his tone crisp and professional. “All videos of last night have been erased from the internet. No traces left. And the waitress from the restaurant has been fired.”

I took a deep breath to calm myself down because I needed to think, I needed to handle this perfectly so he wouldn't suspect that I wasn't Yara. He mistook me for Yara, and he knows that she's currently filming in Xenhall. This means that he's close with her. If he realizes that I'm not Yara, then he'll definitely mention it to Yara that he saw a woman that looked like her and then Yara will know that I'm still alive. I mustn't reveal my identity now! Since he has already mistaken me, I'll have to play along with it. I twisted my wrist around to release myself from his grip, but to no avail, he wasn't letting me go. I sighed resignedly. “Alpha Bowers, can you let go of my wrist? It hurts.” I

Then came Graham’s fake version, he sighed and replied: “You’re way smarter and braver than I had imagined, Leigh. You really did a great job in selling the act.” They totally switched parts and made it look more like I have been pretending to be the victim all these while, that I was actually a co-conspirator. The headline flying on every blood could increase BP: Releigh Maverick, a confirmation for cold, career climbing modern seductress. And for Graham? The poor, tortured and misunderstood career-driven young man, manipulated greatly by a woman scorned. >>>≥>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I stood speechless and out of ideas in the middle of Logan’s luxury kitchen, staring in confusion at my phone like it

I wanted to be quiet, I didn't want to say a word but I couldn't bear it, I had to say something so I sputtered like a tap, “ Just a one night stand to you? Do you know how treasured a girl's virginity is to her? It's almost measurable with her worth! And I gave that to you in a single night and you expect me to be calm about getting married to my mother.” “ Maddy!” He yelled in shock, his veins bulging and showing all over his body but I didn't stop. “ Do you know my dream? My dream was to get married to my first. But guess what? He's getting married to my mom.”

I murmured darkly with a satisfied chuckle. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “I promise you, very soon, you will regret ever stealing the Alpha that belonged to me.” And with that, I drove out of the garage and disappeared into the night. *** Aria’s POV The helicopter landed slowly within the massive grounds of SilverGold residence, causing strong winds to scatter my hair wildly around my face. Before I could even step down properly, Alpha Thalos reached for my hand carefully. His large warm fingers wrapped gently around mine as he guided me down from the helicopter with surprising care.

All of it proved she had been through a lot. The bullet comments above Jenny's head exploded again. [I can't believe that imposter son had the audacity to say that! He's the real thief! He's the one who should kneel and apologize to the female lead. His real parents have beaten and yelled at the female lead since she was a kid! She clearly got into college, yet they forced her to drop out and work at a club as a hostess pouring drinks!] [The male lead is innocent. He never wanted to be switched at birth, and he has done a lot to make it up to the female lead.]

Christopher looked at her for a while and said, "if that's what you think then, let me tell you that, you are wrong. The money you stole is too small to make me search for you for years." Rose was confused at his reply. If it wasn't because of his money then what? "Why then did you keep searching for me?" She had to ask. "I was sitting alone in the club that night and immediately I saw you, I was captivated. I felt pulled to you. You can say it's love at first sight but, I wanted to know you. I wanted to follow you. That's what drew me to you. I could have left you at the club that night but, I couldn't. My whole being didn't want to leave you all alone there so, I took you home. Do you thin

he says, but I immediately dial Salvatore’s number. The man tries to reach for me, but I duck and break into a run, and before I can get far, he lunges at me. “No! Get off me!” I scream, thrashing at him, but he flips me onto my back, my head hitting the asphalt road first. “No, please! Wait, I didn’t steal from him,” I cry, but they pull me to my feet. I stagger, a metallic taste in my mouth. “Please, no. I didn’t steal,” I cry, struggling to pull from his hold. The man who seems to be their leader walks towards me.

he demands. "Well… don't tell anyone, but I broke into his house to rob him. I ended up stealing his wallet, which contained his mother's ring. He followed me to my house and showed up the next day to get it back. His reaction that first day... well, he was drunk so he thought I was a stripper. But that's just it, there were no fireworks or fated mates romantic shit.“ "Hm," he thinks, "What did he do about you being a thief?"

I roll my eyes and lie back, covering an arm over my face —then a pillow, a desperate attempt to return to my memories, but when the weeping only grows louder, it is simply impossible to ignore. Getting out of bed, I move toward the sound and spot the tiny sprite stuffing his face with cake whilst weeping. Diane is seated amongst several uncovered plates of food I left untouched, munching quietly in the night and sniffing. "The first rule in stealing—is to be quiet," I growl. One would think I deserve the least bit of courtesy whilst getting robbed. The sprite spins around partly flustered at the sudden hum of my voice, ears pointing upward, as I peer down at it with half-sleepy, half-frustr