Stolen Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“Call security. Lock down every file. And get me Lillian’s address.” Alexander stepped beside her. “Are you sure?” “No,” Sophie said. “But I’m done waiting for enemies to declare themselves.” She stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. And she whispered: “Let’s finish this.” The drive to Lillian Harper’s estate felt longer than it was. Not because of the distance. But because of the betrayal. Sophie stood before the wrought-iron gates of the Harper family estate. They hadn’t changed since she was ten — all ivy and brick and whispered elegance.

"When she's eighteen, you can sell her for the bride price." Mark had hesitated at first, but in the end, he agreed. And so, he took the little girl home and wove a lie—that she was his wife’s second daughter, raised in her parents' home. He gave her a name. Sophie. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached. My hands curled into fists as rage surged through me. The precious daughter of the Carpenter family—stolen, abandoned, abused. First, kidnapped. Then, beaten and scolded by the buyer. Finally, left at the mercy of those monsters for over a decade.

"He knows what you did at the gala. He knows you have the ledger. He’s not going to the cops, Lena. He’s going to the Silvers. He thinks if he can kidnap you, he can force Adrian to delete everything. You have to leave. Now." I stared at her. The woman who had stolen my life was now standing in front of me, offering me a way out. I didn't know if I could trust her, but I knew Daniel Brooks. He was a coward who became dangerous when he was cornered. And right now, I had cornered him. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. Sophie looked down at her feet, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Because he’s not the man I thought he was. And because… I’m the one who told him where you were. I’m so sorry, Le

Sophie, at one point, was tempted to ask whose fault that was but decided it was better to let her aunt have the last laugh rather than drag this out longer than they both wanted. After the loud bickering and the passing of the storm—again, Rhys’ thoughts—Rhys decided to go through Sophie’s note book again. It had been so long since he had a glimpse into her past. He stole the book from Sophie’s room—she had taken it back sometime ago without his knowledge—and retired to his room and sunk into bed.

he added, a provocative edge to his tone. Though Sophie appeared sad, she no longer felt the need to wallow. The Sophie who had once cried over Leonard’s rejection was long gone. Now, she stood firm and resolute, determined to seek her revenge. She clasped Louis’s hand, the hand that always brought her strength and solace. “Thank you for taking me in,” she said sincerely, her brown eyes reflecting her gratitude. Louis shook his head, disagreeing. “You’re far too valuable to be considered something to ‘take in,’ Sophie. I simply picked up the diamond Leonard discarded, too blind to see its brilliance.”

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew, "Sigil of house horak, thought to be wiped out in the war with marxis" daren whispered, She sat up and sat on her chair looking at daren squarely in the eye, gripping her napkin harder, "Who are you?!" Her voice relayed releasing agitation, Daren raised my hands in peace, "A comrade, I'm surprised you don't recognise my tattoo" he said, "I did, I just chose to believe ze tejels were gone" she said looking squarely at him,

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

" She's pregnant, Dylan. You know she is. She's carrying... The heir to the crown. Your future Sultan." Hamish turned his back on his friend to refill his glass. He really was cursed. It was certain that the gods had a grudge against him... His situation was really shitty... He had spent a magical and truly intense night with her. But when he woke up, she was gone. He should have taken her flight as a sign of destiny... However, he was impressed by her sweetness and innocence and even felt guilty about what had happened between them...

I felt like the ground beneath me was about to give way. victor raises a brow. "apologize for killing the holloways" Xander growled, even though Victor had a hand in the fire Xander's family were in why is he asking him to apologize for what he did to mine instead? Victor sneered, turning his attention to me. "Apologize? For what? Clearing obstacles in my way? Hardly." His sharp gaze raked over me, and his grin widened. "Ah, now it all makes sense. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? You were their little treasure they hid from me, weren’t you?"