Stealing Home Novels & Stories

"She's wanted. We have reason to believe she came through this territory." "What makes you think that?" "Her car was found abandoned on the border. Near your lands." I straightened my spine, trying to reclaim some authority. "If she's here, I need to know. This is a family matter. Pack business. I'm sure you understand." Steele finally moved. Took a single step forward. The temperature in the parking lot seemed to drop ten degrees. "Treason," he said quietly. "That's a serious charge." "Yes." "What exactly did she steal?"

"What else have you done behind my back?" "I…" With how things had already escalated, Stella decided not to hide anything and, with a flushed face, confessed, "I stole your property certificate to use it as a mortgage. Why else do you think they'd lend me that much money?" The two-room apartment that Catelyn was living in at the time might not be spacious, but the location was very ideal, and after a few years of development in the area, the apartment's value had surpassed one million even if they were to deduct the remaining housing loan from the bank.

I needed to see. Inside, Alan stepped from the doorway shadows. “Looking for something?” Madeleine spun, panic written all over her face. She held his wooden box—the one he used for the vials. Oh, sweetheart. You picked the wrong night. Alan stepped closer, knife catching the moonlight. “You know,” he said calmly, “breaking into someone’s home is bad enough. Stealing is worse.” “I wasn’t stealing,” she said, her voice shaking. “I was—” “Just what? Snooping?” His voice stayed cold. “Looking for something to use against me?”

They started showing up at our house every single day, arms full of bags and gifts. In the meantime, my dad and I used Jacob as bait, playing him to destabilize Chloe. Every time she tried to use him to meddle, she ended up undermining her own parents’ plans. Then, one day, a call came through to my dad’s office. Following that, Jacob was officially fired. The call had been orchestrated by my dad’s assistant, who’d been discreetly monitoring my mom and sister’s movements at the company. That’s when my mom and sister finally snapped—they both stormed out of the house.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I really can't recall. You know how I get when I'm stressed. I had to use the bathroom." I understood. "Mom, it's okay. You've already given me the answer." Before Sarah could react, I snatched her purse and pulled out the real property deed. I held it up for everyone to see. "Everyone, take a look. This is the real one. My name is on it. "It looks like the Kirks planned this from the start. They wanted to steal my apartment so they could trick his girlfriend's family. They even made up lies about me owing him two million dollars. Absolutely shameless and despicable."

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.

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"

Aunt Janice slapped her thighs in panic. My father, meanwhile, crumpled to the floor, waving his hands frantically. "Officer, it's all a misunderstanding! I'm her father! Taking my daughter's money and ID is a family matter! Since when is that a crime? I was disciplining my own daughter. There's nothing wrong with that!" The officer's face darkened. "An adult's personal property is protected by law. $50,000 exceeds the threshold for a major theft offense. The victim has chosen to press charges. That's entirely lawful."

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

"Not here." "Where then?" She shook him off, her voice rising, carrying now, drawing eyes from across the room. "Where do I get to say what she is? What she's done? She stole you, she stole my place, she stole my…" "I stole nothing from you," I said. My voice was steady. I was surprised by how steady. "You threatened suicide. You demanded him. You performed on a rooftop while the world watched, and I was the price you paid for the show."