Stolen Heiress Stolen Love Novels & Stories

She refused to think about that anymore. The door opened without knocking. Mireya rushed in. “Ma’am,” she said, breath uneven for once. “This is everywhere.” Alessa lifted her eyes slowly. Mireya crossed the room and held out her phone. The headline filled the screen in stark white letters. "Vanderbilt Heiress in Secret Relationship with Unknown Man" Another beneath it. "Engagement to Lucius Black in Crisis?" Alessa tapped the link. Her pulse did not spike immediately. It slowed first, like a predator assessing terrain.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

“There has been a suspicious movement from the previous queen. Tell Her Highness not to fully trust Lady Mica but she shall not also push her away. If a time comes that the two see each other, Her Highness should try and get some information from her.” The assassin cleared her throat again and added, “And that is the message from Head Harriet.” “Okay, I will be careful. But what suspicious movement?” Emery asked. Jadeite shrugged her shoulders because she, too, had no idea what it was. She was simply instructed to pass the message without telling her the whole story. But that aside, Jadeite grinned and raised her eyebrow at Emery. “So what is this lover’s quarrel I am hearing between the kin

I could feel his hot minty breath fanning my face. He placed a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. It totally caught me off guard. "I love you." He whispered. Jill Malik P.O.V "I hate you!" Flynn tried to grab the tablet out of my hand, but it was already too late. Order cancelled. "Pudding!" he cried out as he tapped furiously on the screen. "What did you do? You were not even supposed to know." "I told you already. Amari is turning three not twenty three. You cannot buy a diamond necklace for her that cost over five million. Normal fathers don't do that."

This is one question I've been trying hard to avoid, I have avoided it for years but now, the time is up and I got to let my secret known. "I intended to get the money for the real girl I loved, she ended up betraying me and shared it with her true love. I discovered this, got so heartbroken and wanted returning back to Estella to make it up to her and try refund the money to her, even adding to the amount but I could no longer get back to her. She changed phone number and residence with her sisters." "What?" He chuckles. "This is so funny, you mean you robbed her to give to the girl you love but she in turn gave it to someone she loved and they shared the lot?"

She doesn’t know I see the way she curls into herself when she lies on that giant bed like a prisoner, or how she lingers in front of the locked drawer where Lewis hides her phone. She doesn’t know it yet—but the game’s already changed. She’ll never know how much I want to grab her, pin her against the counter, and make her forget his name. But I can wait. Because she’s not his forever. She’s not just Lewis’s anymore. Not if I can help it. She’s mine. And I’ll burn the fucking world to steal her. One day soon… her eyes will finally look for me. And when they do, I’ll be waiting.

Last night Jewelry heist is the talk of the town, I call it heist because a 50,000,000$ worth of necklace was stolen, A property of the Queen of Buckingham, A national treasure that was worn only once and it was proudly stolen by me. I closed my laptop, gently sipping the hot coffee, A faint smile appeared on my face as I admire the treasure currently laying in my hand, I put away the necklace into the hidden compartment in the room and stood up to straighten my dress, grabbing my bag as I walked out of the room, My phone starts to ring and I signal at my house help, giving her my bag as I placed the phone against my ear "Speak!" I put on my shades with my free hand and walked towards my car

The meal looks luxurious, no doubt but with the thought of what his father could have in mind, he loses appetite. The only sound that is heard in the dining room is the sound of his parent's cutlery on their respective plates. He looked up and saw his mother beaming fondly at him. His mother is a gorgeous young woman in her late forties, he must have stolen his good looks from her. She's dark-haired, and her skin is as white and clear as milk; the media says she married his father for the wealth he possesses but only an insider like himself knows how much his parents love each other.

Elena. Amelia had heard whispers of her before—stories told in hushed tones by the staff, fragments of gossip about Damien’s former fiancée who had vanished suddenly, leaving him broken. Amelia had never pressed for details; Damien had never offered them. She only knew that Elena had been his first love, his obsession. And now, with his memory twisted by the accident, Elena had become the ghost resurrected to torment Amelia’s marriage. When the grand doors opened that afternoon, Amelia’s heart lurched violently.

He walked towards them and than looked at Giselle and than Hyun. "I heard you came to meet me." "I needed something." "And I could not find it anywhere. Did you steal my book?" The man rubbed his chin while Giselle blinked and blinked. "I did not steal it. I only took it..." Hyun paused for a second. "Without your permission." Giselle pressed her lips together. "That's called stealing." Now the man paid attention towards Giselle. She called Hyun a thief and she was still alive. Wait a minute, he is on a date and his love book is missing so could it be...