Steal In Writing Mga Nobela at Kwento

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I never saw it again. Back then, I was too busy — pregnant, emotionally drained, and stupidly in love. I didn't even notice. He stole it. He knew exactly what he was doing. My hands clenched into fists beneath the blanket. It wasn't just betrayal. It was robbery. He didn't just break my heart — he weaponized my work. He used my mind to save his failing company, earn investors' trust, and gain Linsen's backing. And now, while I sat here barely surviving after saving our daughter from being kidnapped, Steven was probably still smiling somewhere, thinking he'd gotten away with everything again.

Her solid evidence would make it a breeze in court. After the call ended, I crashed on my bed. Scrolled through my social media to pass the time and hopefully distract myself from the thought of Dane else I may end up doing something stupid like spending the rest of the weekend in his house. I froze. A headline topped the trending list. Virality Built on Theft. Below the topic were similar topics. All seemed to be connected. A dance, a lie, and a threat. Stealing Isn't a Scandal If You're Rich Enough.

I looked down at the unfinished book. At all the empty pages waiting ahead. Not demanding certainty. Not promising perfection. Just possibility. Then something caught my eye. A single line appearing slowly across the very next blank page. Silver ink. Fresh. Writing itself. Everyone leaned closer. The words formed carefully. Patiently. Like a promise. > Chapter 171: The Morning After Tomorrow The room went completely silent. Then Hope pointed dramatically. "Good title." Fair. Very fair. Elowen smiled. The library lanterns drifted overhead.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

She had lost an alarming amount of weight because of her illness. "I'll protect you this time, Mom," I murmured as I held her hand. I activated the tenfold transfer system, setting Bianca as the target. "I'll consider the seven million dollars that you stole from me as payment for your life, Bianca," I thought to myself.

No room for doubt. I did not cry. I did not hesitate. I saved them. Then opened my notes app. My thumb hovered for a second. Then I typed. Last night. Bedroom. Door closed. He said: “You lied to me.” Grip on wrist. Tight enough to bruise. No hesitation. Tone: controlled anger. Not impulsive. Words: “You will be ready tomorrow.” “No more pills.” “If you sabotage this again, it will be worse.” I paused. Read it back.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

I eventually spoke up after seconds of analysing him. "My name is Stefan. I am from the Pinewood Pack and you are going to lose the war if you go about it this way," he said, his voice as bold as his face. He was either extremely stupid or extremely courageous. Either ways, he was serious, and that got my attention. I could understand why some wolves from the Pinewood Pack wanted to be our allies, but betraying their Alpha this way was something I wasn't expecting. I knew immediately that I couldn't let my guard down. For all we know, this could be a trap, one that I was walking into. I looked at him but nothing about him spoke of him as deceitful, so I motioned for him to go on.

Which means that they’ll gather evidence and when they have what they’re looking for, I’ll be taken to trial and then proceed to be sentenced. Identity theft is a serious crime, and I didn’t just invent the name Hector Redburn. It existed. I stole it from a man I met five years ago. He was lonely Alpha with a very small pack. He had money, which he inherited from his father, but he had no ambition so his pack dwindled. Most of the members went rogue, and he didn’t seem to care.