Stolen Heiress Stolen Love 소설 & 이야기

She was trying to help her get the necklace back. “I bought it in Australia. It cost me forty thousand dollars. I can’t believe it’s missing!” Luna continued. Diana rolled her eyes. If Luna really treasured that necklace, why didn’t she want to go back to look for it? Instead, she was wasting her time on Diana. Luna turned to Diana and said, “Miss Anderson, if you took my necklace, you’d better give it back.” “Why would I take your necklace?” Diana replied irritably. Luna smiled arrogantly and said in a raised voice, “If you are not the thief, do you dare to show what is in your bag?”

She’s just so innocent to bear all this. He decided he will take her away from here to a safer place, where she will live a happy life, maybe with him. He knew these thoughts are wrong. He must not fall in love with a prostitu*e but he wasn’t able to control himself. After a very long time, he has such strong feelings for someone and he couldn’t let them go. They got interrupted by a call and Ved pulled back from her to answer it. “Master, I am sorry to disturb but there is an emergency. The files for expansion of Delhi’s tender have been stolen” Mr. Verma told Ved.

The way she had responded to him made him crave for her,her cherry blossoms lip was so soft and sweet. He really wished he could get to kiss her again; wrap his arm around her curvy waist, inhale her Rosy smell and watch as she surrender to his kiss. The thought alone made his heart gave a might thud. He had better let go of this thought and focus on something else. He reasoned. Beside, he had Alicia to deal with. Wondering who Alicia is?? Well, Alicia was a drug lordress. She was under him as he was their Damon king.

Her face partially hidden, but her eyes downward. The caption read: The bride who vanished. My chest tightened. They showed her records. Her father’s name, a man who sold government secrets. A political exile, a traitor, a thief and a disgrace. “She may not have pulled the trigger,” our stepmother said venomously. “But that blood runs in her veins.” “She fooled all of us,” someone from logistics said. “I mean, she had us all charmed. Like a goddamn actress.” “She was raised by a martyr,” another muttered. “But you can’t outrun your DNA.”

The vivid, steamy dream I’d tried desperately to bury and never think about again. There was no way I was attracted to this man, this man who had no respect for women, who’d treated me like garbage. That’s why I hadn’t let myself dwell on it. But something had happened at the end of that dream. Something almost sinister. He’d whispered in my ear: ”It’s the crest you stole from me.” It was ridiculous, of course. I’d met that man back in a completely different city, years ago. And with the way that man had sent his men after me back then, if they were even remotely connected, I would have been arrested by now.

‘Theo’ stopped panicking and looked at the man with wide, shocked eyes that immediately turned to relief. “Ben, what is happening?” Theo asked the man. Something clicked inside Natalia and she chimed “You are Bennett and Theo Mason? The heirs to that diamond industry?” Instead of answering, Theo and Bennett looked at the girls and stayed silent for a few seconds. Theo’s eyes were locked with Eden’s the entire time, his piercing blue eyes trying to figure out what a girl who looks this innocent wants from kidnapping him and his brother. As the leader of this operation, Eden builds up the courage to say something but is stopped by a loud thud, a bang, smoke filling the entire room, and the sou

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.

“Failure, definitely.” A laugh rippled through the room, Of course he’d turn my near-death into PR gold. The questions came faster. “Mr. Blackthorne, is it true Commissioner Hale ordered a raid on your property?” “Yes,” he said coolly. “And I’ll be filing a lawsuit for damages. His men destroyed private documents, my property, and….” his eyes flicked to me “......nearly endangered my fiancée.” That word again. Fiancée. Each time he said it, it sounded more believable.. even too me.

“The same thing you do, my dear. To be remembered.” I stared at her, understanding it was dawning too late. “You’re not after the realms. You’re after” “Love,” she said simply. “Mine was stolen. So I’ll steal yours.” Her hand brushed my face. It was Elias’s touch but colder. I whispered, “Please. Let him go.” She smiled weakly. “Oh, I will. When I’m done using him.” I raised my knife. “Then you’ll have to kill me first.”

She continued, "You have always been stealing my shine. The world practically revolves around you. I fell in love with a man, and as usual, you snatched him from me simply because you were rich. And guess what?" I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stuck in my throat. I snapped my mouth shut, feeling my stomach churn. "I decided to pay back by taking back everything you stole from me. I found my way back into his heart and bed. He was mine and will always be mine. I hate you, Heather!" She snarled. Anger seemed through my veins, prompting my fingers to curl into fists. "You bastard." I gritted, narrowing my eyes into slivers.