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I looked at the world—a messy, beautiful, de-standardized frontier where a wolf and a man could share a cup of tea without an audit. "Now," I said, a small, weary smile touching my lips. "We find the 199th Chapter. And we let it write itself." The Audit is Gone. The Asset is a Mother. The North is Home.

“Did you truly believe I could afford an Audi? Or that my parents would buy one for me?” Anderson’s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked even colder when he was thinking. “I checked,” he said. “The Audi belonged to the Stone family. It was not assigned to any specific member.” He leaned back in his chair, gaze steady. “That is not proof.” Then he tilted his head. “You could have easily stolen it and driven it that night.” A beat passed. “Can't you see how possible that is?” I let out a slow breath. The smell of espresso and roasted beans filled the space between us, but it did nothing to cut through the fatigue weighing on me.

“But I fucking believed they did commit a theft—him and his family. We were missing a series of gold bars at home, and my father was furious for weeks about it, and they recovered these gold bars with the same serial numbers in their burned-down house. It was shown in front of me, and what convinced me the most was my mother’s belongings in Liam’s room.” Gabriel massaged the back of his neck, still wearing the same inexplicable expression. “Did it not occur to you, Audrey? He was living in New York, as you have said. Why would he steal those only to leave them in his house?” “I knew that, but I was young and foolish, Gabriel. I was angry to see my mother’s possessions being stolen. I didn’t

And now, more than ever, I was determined to find out what it was. Even if it destroyed me. Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Stolen Heiress: Blood Secrets! 💖 Your support, comments, and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to write more. This story is just beginning to unravel, and I promise you there are so many more shocking discoveries, intense twists, and heart-pounding moments waiting ahead. If you're enjoying Celine and Lucien's journey, please show your support by voting, commenting, and sharing the story. It really helps the book reach more readers! More secrets. More tension. More fire. See you in the next chapter. Mel❤️

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!

It was a lot cheaper than hiring an actual expert, and usually I’d be able to manage the small repairs myself. I had my phone in my hand, already looking for the right DIY video, when I bumped straight into Izzy. I let my phone drop on the floor, making sure Izzy didn’t fall back. She held on to my shirt tightly, and for a few seconds, I could swear the voice was back inside my head. ‘Orion….please listen.’ ‘Go away.’ I tried to tell him, pushing him back. He had called himself Knox. I mean, I called him Knox? He was inside my head, so I must have named him. It didn't matter. He wasn't real.

"We’ve committed the greatest heist in the history of the world. We’ve stolen the past and given it to the future." The "Blood Audit" was erased. The "Silicon Soul" was free. And as the sun began to rise over a New York that no longer knew its own price, I realized that I was finally, truly, out of a job.

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

" Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I won the gold medal. Standing on the award podium beneath the bright lights, I felt a familiar sting behind my eyes. I thought about Grandma Anne and the emerald pendant that had once belonged to her. I thought about the night I had knelt on the marble floor, gathering the broken pieces while everyone watched. I had been so sure then that I was broken too, and that nothing could ever be whole again. But now, I knew better. Even shattered things could be rebuilt, and sometimes, the rebuilding made them even more stunning than they had been before. After the awards ceremony, a bouquet of white roses arrived with a card that read, "Congratulatio

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.