Stolen Heiress Stolen Love 소설 & 이야기

"Why do you want to take Emma down so hard? It is obvious she doesn't give a damn about you. You have tried to hurt her with the hope she would take the bait and fall into your pit. But she isn't moving. She is just where she is." "Are you asking me that question right now, Sophia? She stole..." "Yeah, I know, I know, she took Adriel away from you. You were supposed to get married to him and live a happily ever after life but she came when you least expected and snatched everything. You wish that the family never found out you were switched at birth and you remained in your position." "So she is the thief who stole your life." "And I won't let her have peace, not ever."

Lucas said mockingly, and Heidi's mind wired back to the moment she stepped foot into the mansion. Lucas had appeared out of nowhere, pinned her against the wall the way he was doing now, and even made advances at her, while Heidi fought him relentlessly. That was the reason why she didn't appear at the birthday hall in time. Was that when he swapped the jewelry? Heidi didn't need to ask, because the answer was obvious. “How did you know it was Stella's doing?” “Maybe you should ask yourself what gave you the idea that I would steal the jewelry from you,” Lucas responded sarcastically.

I, on the other hand, stood there like a stranger in my own home. Feeling lost, I quietly slipped out of the living room. I had just reached the pool when I heard someone approaching me from behind. Not a moment after, Jennifer leaned in close to my ear and hissed, "Do you really think you can waltz back into this house and take everything from me?" "Dream on!" she snarled. "Mom, Dad, and Alex will only love me. You're nothing but a tool and a pathetic little clown!" Her lips curved into a cruel smile before she added, "How about a bet? If I win, you leave the Lowe family and never show your face again."

And yet, here I was, thinking of another man and the pleasure I could give myself without him. I forced myself to take deep breaths. Relief and guilt tangled into something heavy in my chest. Something that refused to be ignored. Chris had no idea. He never would. And the thought of that alone made me shiver. I tucked the box back under the jewellery, hidden beneath layers of silk and velvet. I lay back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. Sebastian Cross had entered my life like a spark in a dark room, and I hated him for it. I hated how much he made me feel. And yet, I could not stop thinking about him.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

“Where in the world did she get a million dollars from?” Before she could finish the sentence, I jumped in. “She stole it,” I said flatly. “Right…” Mom nodded slowly. Then it sank in. “She did what…?” “Stole?” Her eyes widened. That’s exactly what she did. First it was a diamond ring. Now a million dollars? That bitch had literally become a criminal. And what kind of person gets robbed of a million dollars and doesn’t even care? Something doesn’t add up. “Don’t tell me we’ve had a criminal under this roof all this time,” Mom muttered. “Something needs to be done. Right this minute.” She added with a smirk—the kind I knew too well.