Lucy Torres Clepto Novels & Stories

Given to choose between marrying a stranger arranged by her parents or Jason, the father of her child, Cassy was sure she would rather tie the knot with the devil she was accoustomed to. Besides Jason confessed that he liked her. Although liking was different from loving, it was enough for now. She believed with time, their feelings will grow to love. Meanwhile at the police station. Lucia was being interrogated about the whereabouts of the millions she stole from the company but she was insisting to be innocent. That she didn't have an idea of what the officer was talking about. " You should give up. I don't know what you are talking about." She repeated that line for a thousand time that d

She charged over, snatched them away, and screamed, "Nick hasn't even bought me things this expensive! Shameless bitch! If I don't have it, what right do you have to?" Considering that Lucy was pregnant, none of us wanted to be responsible for causing a miscarriage. We held back as we tried to stop her. She took our restraint as guilt, grabbed my things, and threw them straight into the bathroom, setting them all on fire. Joey and Carmen looked at me, confusion and surprise flickering in their eyes. I knew they were afraid I really had become what Lucy accused me of—a mistress. I simply shook my head at them. Fortunately, I'd kept the receipts. Altogether, the items were worth around forty t

I asked. Then he unclasped his hand saying. “Because i know she stole Lucas from you Victoria.” His eyes locked into mine with chilling precision. “ And now, you are the only one i would completely trust to Kill Magdalene without trace”

Hundreds of thousands of dollars. William stared at the screen, betrayal washing over his features. "William, I didn't…" Brad started. "Get out," William said quietly. "I swear to you, I don't know anything about that account…" "GET OUT!" William's voice was a roar. Brad looked at Lucy, pleading. "Lucy, you have to believe me. I would never steal from William. Someone is setting me up." But Lucy was looking at something else—a detail in the bank statement that didn't make sense. The dates on the transfers. They didn't align with the therapy sessions.

"I had a photographer send my father a picture of me and a girl I don't even know. Someone is trying to ruin my reputation, and I want to see if you’re the one feeding them information." "Why would I do that?" Lucy asked, her voice trembling with rage. "You’re the one who is paying for my father’s care! I wouldn't jeopardize that!" "Then you won't mind if I check," Adrian said. He used his thumb to unlock her device… he had demanded her passcode weeks ago. Lucy watched in horror as he began scrolling through her messages. He went through her texts with her mother, her logs with Zoe, and her school emails, his eyes scanning every line.

She needed a more reliable source. "Lucy." A slow, cold smile curved her lips as the plan crystallized. Lucy had been playing the innocent little accomplice for far too long, crafting those perfectly forged photographs that had driven a deeper wedge between Tom and Sara. The fake evidence of Sara’s supposed betrayal had been Lucy’s masterpiece...and her biggest mistake. Because Emily had proof. Screenshots, timestamps, the entire digital trail. She picked up her phone again and dialed, heart beating with dark excitement. The line rang twice before Lucy’s hesitant voice answered.

Her previously empty account now showed a deposit of 50,000 dollars. "Oh no, someone made a mistake!" Isabella jumped up in a panic, shouting in confusion, "We have to return it immediately, otherwise it's illegal!" Lucius glanced at her lazily and said casually, "I bought a lottery ticket using your payment app earlier. Maybe I won. No need to return it, it's prize money." Isabella stared at Lucius, dumbfounded, as if she could hear flowers blooming and fireworks exploding. "Really...?" ***

A year ago, she had to ask me for a credit card to buy a new pair of shoes. "She’s a thief, Tyler! I’m telling you, she’s a common thief!" Lucy’s voice cut through the room like a piece of glass. She was pacing the hand-woven rug, her silk robe fluttering behind her. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with a manic energy that had become her default setting lately. "She used stolen money to humiliate us tonight," Lucy snapped, stopping in front of me and waving a manicured hand in my face. "There’s no way she made that much money on a few bottles of fermented grapes."

She chuckled. "You can't remember what you did? You're the one who told the police that I steal the money you both gave me for me to start a new life. How can I start when you're the one who ruined it!", Lucy's eyes were filled with hatred. Kent had no idea what was Lucy told him. He's naive to her accusations to him. He didn't know about it. " How can I report you when I transferred that money to your account to help you," Kent said depending on himself.

“before I change my mind about those charges." Slowly, with shaking hands, Lucy picked up her purse again, and turned for the door. “Lucy,” Antonio’s voice stopped her. She turned slowly, hope and dread twisting in her stomach. He swiveled his computer so the screen was facing her. He clicked a button on the keyboard, and a video came on screen and began to play. Lucy felt her blood freeze in her veins. The video was high definition, and showed her plainly on the day she had made the mistake of drugging Antonio. She was naked in it.