Stole My Life Novels & Stories

“And not only did they steal from my daughter, but they took her life. They poisoned her, slowly and deliberately, to ensure that everything she built would fall into their hands. Their greed and deception cost my family dearly.” As he spoke, a chill ran through me. Hearing it stated so plainly—knowing my mother’s life had been stolen in such a callous, premeditated way—stirred a deep anger within me. This moment had been long overdue, and now, finally, the truth was breaking free for everyone to see.

Can't you just let him have this? Their words struck me like lightning, leaving me reeling. After finding out what happened, Mom and Hillary's first reaction was to yell at me, as if I were some unforgivable villain. Yet Gideon was the one who had stolen my life. Once they were done berating me, Mom and Hillary hurried out. I knew they were going to see Gideon. Right then, a WhatsApp notification sounded. I unlocked my phone and saw that it was a message from Gideon. "How does it feel to be abandoned by your own blood, Ivan Sloane? It must hurt to see them choosing me and abandoning you, huh?

“But the truth is‚ everything you thought you hαd wαs mine from the stαrt.” The words hit me like α blαde. My vision blurred with teαrs‚ αnd rαge rose so fαst I could bαrely think. “You did this‚” I whispered‚ my hαnds trembling αs I tried to sit up. “You stole everything from me—”

“They’ll own you.” And in that moment, I knew: I wasn’t just fighting for survival anymore. I was fighting to reclaim what was stolen from me. And if I didn’t find it first… There wouldn’t be a next life.

I was confident of that now. I lived a life where I learned to survive and do the hardest thing possible…stay hopeful. Stubbornly, hopeful. I wanted out. Finally, I did. After years of hard work, of wanting to become someone and get away from all this hell, I finally found a way to get into a respectable university…all by myself. That was my way out. It was going to be my life. My fucking life. I despised him now. I despised him for stealing something I could call mine. Something I only I had the right to control. My life.

"When I finish getting into shape, it'll be a lot harder for anyone to replace me." I nodded slowly. "You're right." Our lives are our own. No one can take it, ever.

I glared as the sly Cale Sullivan smirked while standing in front of me “Hey,” he stated I rolled my eyes, “Leave me alone.” I uttered and passed him by. “You stole my first kiss and you talked to me like that?” He asked. I paused and turned around, I saw him still smirking at me. He placed his hand near his chest, “I’m hurt.” I scoffed, “You're kidding. First kiss?!” He shrugs, “Why would I kid about that. You stole something from me and I want to take it back.” He started while walking towards me.

I roared without thinking, "Don't come any closer! Take another step, and I'll hurt him!" As I spoke, my grip tightened. The sharp blade sliced across Elan's neck, drawing blood. He let out a scream of pain, and the entire hall erupted in shocked cries. Only then did everyone finally realize this was not a joke or a skit. This was a real kidnapping. In unison, they backed away. Calder panicked, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Lyra, calm down! Whatever it is, we can talk it out!" I had talked it out in my first life. I had worn the most advanced fitness watch our company had just released, and showed them my entire movement record.

"Do you know how many followers I gave up for you? How many times I had to play the victim for you?" "And now that things have gone south, you're trying to pin it all on me?" She pointed at a camera, her voice shrill. "Everyone, this is Liam Miller! He acts all gentle, but he's the most vicious man you'll ever meet!" "He told me to seduce him! He told me to act like a victim! He said it would make Ava go soft!" The video went viral. Then, to make matters worse, a hacker revealed that Chloe's Yale Law degree was a complete fabrication.

They had orchestrated his disappearance. They saw a brilliant, young tech genius from the slums who was about to build a software empire, and they decided to steal him. They broke his body, wiped his mind, isolated him from the only person who loved him, and handed him a fake life where he was bound to their daughter and their political machine. "Oh my god," I sobbed, covering my mouth to stifle a scream. "They stole his entire life." Suddenly, the heavy silence of the study was broken by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Strong, decisive footsteps.