Stolen Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

She belonged to someone, someone who saw the chaos in her soul and matched it. And that someone wasn’t Lewis. It was me. And it wasn’t the first time Lewis stole what was meant for me. He knew I liked her, yet it didn't stop him. He always does this. He always goes for the things I liked and as a elder brother I always stepped aside, but not this time. Not anymore. She's not a thing to let it go.

Every one of those girls had been bullied by Sophia to some degree. None as badly as Lily. And the reason she targeted Lily so relentlessly was simple. Because Lily was my sister. As the investigation went deeper, the police uncovered something else. Sophia was a thief. When they laid the evidence out in front of me, I was stunned. “These were all recovered from her home,” the officer said. “Designer bags, shoes, watches. “We traced the serial numbers back to you.” I froze. I rushed to check my walk-in closet. Every single item had been swapped out for fakes.

Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s only heir; it doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not. You have to take your father’s place to save the company. The weight of his words pressed down on my chest. “So what happens when I take over? Surely, that’s not the only thing that’s going to save the company. Fifteen percent is a big loss.” Victor let out a wry smile. “Smart girl. You are truly your father’s daughter.” He smiled proudly. I frowned, waiting for his response.

I tilt forward and place my forearm on the verge of the table, speaking in a hushed voice, I say, “What the hell was she doing up at that time, where did she know how to find us? There are no cameras or any form of technology in the manor, or at least by our knowledge… how did she know?” Atticus shrugs his shoulders indifferently and purposefully keeps his gaze on his food. Joshua’s small teeth rip off pieces of bacon and chews without a care in the world. Too occupied to heed to my frantic mutterings. “I don’t know, the Apion’s are creepy but their harmless, just privileged like overly privileged people who owe me a lifetime worth of birthday presents… I take cash too, we all know that’s no

Sophie Harrington. Eighteen years ago, she had stolen what was rightfully his family's position—a legacy. She had also stolen his peace ever since, and now she was about to repeat the same thing through her daughter, but it would only happen in her dreams. This time around, he would finally set things right. He could avenge the injustice. “Life would have been so much different for us... so much more glorious, only if Sophie hadn’t taken what wasn’t hers... but it’s not too late.”

Arthur snapped out of his shock. The mask of sweetness and obedience he'd worked so hard to maintain cracked wide open. He grabbed Claire's arm, shaking her. "Mom, this isn't real. They're lying to you—say something! Fight back! Cillian must have bribed the lab. He was afraid I'd take his place, so he faked all of this." His voice started to tremble as he spoke. "Why? I should be the Harrison heir. I should be the one...