Novel & Cerita Stolen Heir Sophie Lark

Alicia said. “Safe,” Thorne replied. “For now. Unlike your mother.” He nodded at Alex. “She told me all about you. How you’re ruining everything she built.” “She built nothing,” Alicia said. “She stole it.” “Semantics,” Thorne said. “The point is, she’s failed. But I haven’t. The Dickson estate was supposed to be mine. The boy was supposed to be mine. And I don’t lose, Ms. Dickson.” Alex moved, fast. Thorne sidestepped. “Ah-ah. Remember the timer?” He tapped the screen. “When it hits zero, the car explodes. Small charge. Just enough to make it look like an accident. No trace back to me.”

"Clara, you went to college. Help me figure this out! That house is everything we have. Can we get it back?" I hesitated, letting it show. "It might be difficult. The transfer is already done. Unless we can prove it was stolen or forced…" I paused, then added, "But don't worry. I know a lawyer. He might be able to help." Nora grabbed my hand, her grip tight. "Clara, I screwed you over before. I'm sorry. If you can get the house and the money back, I'll do whatever you want!" I smiled, calm and obedient on the surface.

"He is my true-born heir! And you, Torin, are a traitor to the throne!" Torin smirked, raising his rifle and aiming it directly down at the corridor where Elena stood. "The Council disagrees," Torin said smoothly. "And history is written by the survivors. Take them both. Leave the boy for the laboratory sweeps." "Over my dead body," Elena snarled. Torin's finger tightened on the trigger, just as a dark shadow dropped from the high rafters above the balcony, driving a silver blade straight into Torin’s shoulder.

After Charles’ asked that, he immediately groaned because he received a strong punch from this girl “What the hell! It hurts!” "You deserve it!" After uttering those words in an angry tone, Kirsten walked off. Charles shrugged it off and settled on the idea of letting her alone. But only after he could go to the place where he is standing. He noticed an identification card on the floor when he picked it up. He found Kirsten's name and a photo of her. Fortunately, she left it here because she could have trouble finding it otherwise. Kirsten May Saavedra. He has known for a long time that Kirsten outshines Scarlet in terms of beauty. He knew Scarlet. She is a flirt.

Drew stared at his damaged computer, feeling frustrated and angry. He had no one else to blame but himself. He couldn't ask Melody why she didn't remove the chip from the phone when the warning popped up because he was the one who had told her to leave it there for five minutes, and she had taken it out immediately after five minutes. He had lost all the important information in his phone, but he found solace in one thing: he had managed to take down the details of the Ferris contract, which had originally been meant for him but was stolen by Andre.

After Gerhard's death, she had packed out of his villa and found another flat where she stayed with her daughter and her nanny. Sharon had thought that such a wealthy man that had his success stamped all over him, Oliver Stevenson could have any girl of his choice but the look she had seen in his eyes that evening had thrown her and had bothered her greatly. Sharon found him interesting to work with and thought of him as a man of contradictions. Sipping a gin and tonic, she glanced through the air-conditioned suite. It was elegant and comfortable, the walls were peach and white, the carpets incredibly thick, the long sofas flanked by white porcelain lamps.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

"Seraphina Langford's family held debt over the Rhodes estate. Significant debt. When Elias died and the company restructured, that debt became very difficult to collect. She's been waiting for an angle ever since." "And I'm the angle." "You're a Rhodes heir. If that becomes provable, the estate reopens. And if the estate reopens, every old claim against it resurfaces." He paused. "Including hers." Liora processed that. "So she wants me gone before I can file anything." "She wants you gone before you become something she can't manage." "And you?" She looked at him directly. "What do you want?" The corridor was quiet. The kitchen sounds on the other side of the wall moved like background nois

The betrayal cut deeper than Elara expected. Sophie’s eyes flicked past her to the glowing terminal. The screen still displayed her mother’s digitized sketches and the newly secured biometric ledger. There was clear hunger in that gaze. "Sophie?" My voice was barely a whisper, the word cracking in my throat. "What are you doing?" Sophie let out a short, quiet laugh, stepping over a piece of blackened wood. "I'm changing my life, Elara. That’s all this is." She tilted her head, her gaze shifting to the glowing text behind me, a dark, cynical edge settling into her voice. "You got a king and a crown of gold.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.