Novel & Cerita Steal Like An Artist Summary

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

he snarled at angrily making her shock and think about it. He was trying to manipulate her more and more and could clearly see that she's coming into his trap of words making him internally smirked. Storm didn't interrupted his this time because he also wanted her to realise that she is being abused and violated all these years and she have to be strong and take her life decisions on her own.

Nelson pointed out. "It's a means to an end." I shrugged. He chuckled. "Why don't you go next? What's your name?" "Jovie," "And what are you here for?" "I like to steal," I smiled. "Not cuz I need to, just because I like it." "Why do you think that is?" "Therapists say it's a control thing. I have no control over any aspects of my life but I can control whether I steal or not." "But can you actually?" Nelson asked. "Do you steal because you want to or you can't help yourself?"

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

I was alone on the ice, but I wasn't going to break. "You say even a blind wolf could see the theft," I countered, my eyes burning. "Then tell me this: if I was clever enough to steal your work, wouldn't I be clever enough to change the details? I am not a fool. If I wanted to scavenge someone else's kill, I would disguise the scent so the owner could never track it. Why would I copy and paste every stitch for the most public event in the Citadel? What kind of thief begs to be caught?" There was no shame in my stance, only a sharp, cold logic. I was ready to claw my way back to the truth.

After a long moment, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. "How could you give it to him? He's a scumbag! The more you back down, the more he'll walk all over you!" Mom spoke up anxiously too. "Noah, that money... that money was rightfully yours! Even if it wasn't much, you can't just hand it back like that! Jack's basically robbing you!" I looked at them and shook my head gently. "Mom, Dad, that 40 thousand means nothing to me. But to him, it was a chain he could use to keep me bound.

Bianca held James' hand, hoping to comfort him. James shot a pained look at Bianca before pulling her into his arms. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and checked my bank account. It was completely empty. As expected, Bianca had used the tenfold transfer system to steal the seven million dollars that I had gotten from selling the house. I had planned to use the money to pay for Mom's medical bills. "How did you manage to earn seven billion dollars from your business, Bianca? Can you teach us your secrets?" "I second her suggestion! We don't want to study hard anymore, Bianca. Let us join your business!"

I accepted it silently. He waited until I'd taken a sip before speaking. “First, being fat isn't a crime according to law.” His voice was calm. “People commit fraud, assaults, ruin other people's lives, and somehow… they still have the confidence to walk around as though they're the victims.” He folded his arms. “So no, your body isn't the problem, Ellie.” Zack added after a pause. “Secondly, stealing an artist's work and body-shaming an employee are two completely different crimes.

She smiles now the food being placed on my own legs, which was causing the pain in my stomach to grow worse now the food was right in front of me. “Why do I feel like I have been dumped in a type of cult?” I ask forcing my eyes away from the food to look at her, where she laughs shaking her head at me. “This place isn’t a cult, but you won’t learn what is really going on if you die from hunger.” She says holding up a fork with the same expression on her face, I knew what she was doing and quite frankly, my body didn’t have the willpower to stop it due to starvation.