Novel & Cerita Stolen Heir Sophie Lark

She got up from her bed and ran to her grandfather's bedroom. Meanwhile somewhere in the City. Mr Fernandez, was seated on the back of his Rolls-Royce while browsing on the dark web on his iPad. He had just come from the party that Christian Stark had thrown. He was browsing through the dark web, to find an assassin that could finally take care of Arthur Stark. Because only if Arthur Stark dies, then can he ruin the kroos once and for all.

I glared at him. “I don’t care!” I shouted as I stormed past him on my way to the library. My heart was telling me to stop, go back and apologize, but my ego wouldn’t let me. I also wanted to check on a couple of things in the library! As far as I can remember, nobody has ever survived if their sire was killed. There was one mention of an unlinking spell, but there was no mention of whether it worked. I hated that our books weren’t a complete history! As I walked into the library, the shelf at the back caught my eye and I sighed. I walked straight there and a bit into my wrist letting the blood drop on the floor in front of it. The heavy locks opened behind the shelf as it slid to one side a

The children were clearly enchanted by Sophie—Alexander had abandoned his drone manual to listen to her stories, Ethan had actually closed his book, and Madison was painting what appeared to be the Eiffel Tower on her napkin. "Sophie," I said, "I want to thank you. For what you did. For helping Kyle put Taylor behind bars, for making sure she can't hurt anyone else. I know it must have been difficult, having your identity stolen, your money used to—" "Oh, ma chère," Sophie interrupted, her laugh like silver bells in winter air, "difficult is trying to find good help for a château in Provence. Having my identity stolen by a psychotic step-sister with delusions of grandeur? That was just Tuesd

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

"Sophia, I'll take back everything that belongs to me." In the days that followed, Daniel made countless efforts, both openly and in secret. All of them failed. The two companies had fully merged. After wasting two years, all he had left were a few shares that paid dividends, but other than that, he had no leverage. Each rejection he faced chipped away at his spirit. Eventually, he became the kind of man he had once despised—a rich, aimless heir who was good for nothing except spending money. For my twenty-fifth birthday, Lauren and Chloe organized a wild party, inviting all the second-generation elites in our circle.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Jay replied. "Oliver planned to kidnap you and keep you hidden away. It all started when he found that his wife was pregnant and at the same time, Avery and Christine were also pregnant too. Then he came to know that the woman he assaulted… got pregnant too. When Jamie gave birth to her son, Dylan, Oliver ordered his men to take the baby and burn down the hospital. But his plan never happened because Dianne acted first and took the baby before Oliver could lay his eyes on him… "

a dry chuckle, "by the time anyone could make a case, the Heir Clause will have activated. Damien will be a non-entity. A disgraced pauper grieving his dead brat and his useless wife. No one will listen to him." The casual cruelty, the mention of our child, the vile dismissal of me, it hit like a physical blow. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. Damien’s face contorted with pure, undiluted hatred, a low growl escaping his throat. The recording continued: *Second Voice:* "And the woman? Sophie? She saw you at the airfield. She looked… different. Not broken."