Stealing Home Sherryl Woods Novels & Stories

~Celine's POV~ Since the Dinner with Grandpa, I haven't slept peacefully. So when the clock in the hallway struck two, I stopped pretending. I changed into something that wouldn't catch light in the hallways, stole the master key from Mrs. Hargrove's kitchen drawer, and went hunting for ghosts in the locked cabinets three floors down. "By 3 a.m., a confidential ledger burned against my palms." Rain lashed the windows, the Thornhart estate creaking around me like a ship in a storm. The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold.

Gale asked. Her eyes were full of anticipation. The truth was the only salvation for her miserable life now! "I don't have any evidence, and I can't help you." the housekeeper sighed softly. "The wealthy play deep in murky waters, and many things cannot be proved by evidence. You can only rely on seeing and guessing." "But, I am here… by Shawn's side… I can find the answer, right?" The Housekeeper thought for a while and shook his head. "Madam, Temperley Hall is Mr. Wood's private residence. He moved in after he took over the Wood Group. Before that, Mr. Wood lived in the Wood Family home."

After all, with someone like Joe from the Driscoll family in the picture, Andrew was still second place in her eyes. Joe was still the better fit for Lauren, but now she realized she had made a huge mistake—a massive one. She suddenly remembered what Andrew had said earlier—that he was going to teach her a lesson. She finally understood exactly what he meant. "Mr. Haywood Senior! Help us! Please, help us!" "Kill him! Kill this bastard, Mr. Haywood Senior!" Kenny and Sherilyn started screaming in panic. Especially Sherilyn—ever since marrying into the Golding family, she had been pampered like royalty. She was used to slapping others, breaking people down, and doing whatever she pleased.

It would have been odd if Tyler simply let it pass without punishing Sebastian. "Please leave, Missus Mills. If you continue to cause trouble here, I'm calling the police." Vicky shook off Missus Mills' hand and walked into the mansion. Missus Mills did not follow her into the mansion and shouted, "Vicky Shaw, what's stolen will never be truly yours. You will pay for what you've done!" Vicky opened the door. Before she got in, however, she turned and glanced at Missus Mills—who remained standing and glared daggers at her resentfully.

I coldly shook off Steve's hand. Crazy? Yeah, the old me was indeed crazy. I let myself be deceived and manipulated by Steve. I ignored them, turned to my brother, and continued confidently, "My name's not Wendy. My name is Denise Shaw. Twenty years ago, on the day our house caught fire, you got hit by a falling beam when you tried to save me. It left a crescent-shaped burn scar on your lower back. Do you need me to point out where it is?" Lucas let go of Alice and took a step back. His eyes turned bloodshot and his mouth trembled, unable to utter a single word.

she screamed. I did. Rope after thick rope of hot cum flooded her womb. We stayed locked together, panting, her green eyes locked on mine with that dangerous cocktail of love and betrayal. But the phone call from last night still echoed. *Kill them both.* The Blackwoods weren’t playing games. They wanted the fortune my father had stolen from them through lies and murder. And someone close was feeding them information. “We need to move,” I said, pulling out of her with a wet pop. Cum gushed from her stretched hole. Elena scooped some up with her fingers and licked it clean, smiling wickedly.

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!"

The banquet ended in disaster. In the empty room, Audrey methodically cleaned the scratches on her arm with alcohol pads and wrapped them with practiced ease. Her phone vibrated. An anonymous message lit up the screen: [Keep pushing, and I'll bury your whole family with you!] Audrey: [Try me.] She stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the scalding water steam the room instantly. Through the mist, she retrieved a razor blade from the corner, pressing the edge lightly against the artery of her pale wrist, and snapped a photo—sending it to Karen.

Seeing this, Dad stopped making her go, though he was still drowning in debt and his life was a complete disaster. I focused entirely on preparing for my college entrance exams, and Richard was so busy during this period that he was barely home. Not long after, I got ambushed by a group of thugs on my way to school. That day, our car happened to be in the shop, so I was walking home alone. I had just stepped outside the school gates when a man blocked my path. "So you're Natalie Shaw?" Before I could answer, someone grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth and dragging me to an abandoned warehouse. The moment they ripped off the blindfold, someone kicked me to the ground.

" She stealthily made her way into the house and discovered a locked room. When she pushed forcefully against the door, the lock rattled loudly. Yvonne just happened to be coming out of the kitchen when she heard the sound. She was carrying a bowl of the cooled black medicine in her hands. When she caught sight of Shirley, she immediately narrowed her eyes warily. "Are you trying to steal something?" Shirley jumped in shock. She turned around, saw the rashes on Yvonne's face, and screamed shrilly. "Oh my god! Was your face disfigured, Yvonne?" She couldn't hide the gloating on her face. "You came out here to protect the woodcraft piece, and it's almost completed, right? I'm here on behalf of