Stolen Heiress Stolen Love Novels & Stories

Either way, no. He killed my mate. “Well, I guess I was cold,” I retort lightly. He’s silent, but then his lips brush my ear, making my breath hitch. “Is knowing what she stole so important?” he asks softly. “Yes.” Will he really tell me? “It was a precious stone, one that belonged to someone who I loved more than any of my own blood. To someone I cared for. That’s all I have left of him.” I swallow, the sting of pain that rushes through me making my emotions surge. A half-truth.

"I've never seen that version of you before! Fierce, unwilling to back down and never letting your enemies go Scot free! I love that spirit, Bianca!" As Phil said this, I smiled at his words but all of a sudden, Phil’s expression shifted. From proud expression to confusion. Immediately, He took the phone from me and scoffed. “But isn’t this a little bit weird, Bianca?” I turned to him. “What is that? I mean, what’s weird?” “Zoey Raven!” Phil replied. “Isn’t it weird that someone like her—with a heiress title—would go to the extent of stealing from the man she claims to love? And not just that, but selling what she stole from him for fifty million dollars?”

He was the man she loved, so my mother became the target instead. Her job was suddenly ruined for no clear reason. Rumors spread that she was a homewrecker. She was already clinging to survival. Those rumors pressed down on her, nearly breaking her spirit. My father knew every detail, yet he stood by and did nothing. Years later, after the heiress died and left him her fortune, he finally dared to lift his head again. Now, people called him a CEO. No one dared whisper about the ugliness of his past. He wanted to reclaim my mother. He longed to tell her she had never left his thoughts, but my mother had already let him go for good.

Vivien was rebellious and sharp-edged; I was sweet and easy. But what had read as affection to the rest of us had been favoritism to Vivien. "Juliet," Vivien said, stepping in close. "I'm not here to compete with you today." "I'm here to tell you the truth." "This man has never loved you. He loves me." "The ring on your finger — I picked it." "The dress you're wearing — I chose it with him." "Do you like it? That's my taste. Not his." I looked down at the dress I was wearing. Something in my stomach turned.

Several people gasped and turned to look at me. “Oh, oops,” Jennifer gasped, though her eyes flashed with venom. “My hand slipped. But to be honest, it’s an improvement. You should thank me. It’s the closest you’ll ever get to luxury again, especially tonight. Eric is here, did you know?" "Eric?" I repeated. I knew I had left him. I knew I had no right to feel this agonizing rip in my chest, but hearing his name again, knowing that Jennifer had finally won him, felt like a physical blow.

my contract for another year, David pushed a piece of paper toward me. “She’s coming back.” Sure enough, it was the classic “untouchable first love returns” situation. I glanced at the paper and quietly counted eleven numbers. As expected, David really was the best sugar daddy! “I’ll move out tonight, then,” I said. I have strong professional ethics, and as a qualified sugar baby, I understand very well the status of an untouchable first love. If I didn’t leave now, it would be disrespectful to myself. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is packed up perfectly and leave no trace. She won’t notice anything.”

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing

The scent of expensive scotch and woodsy cologne preceded him, filling the room with his overwhelming presence. Melissa’s eyes found me instantly, sparking with predatory glee. “Well, look who’s still awake,” she drawled, her voice thick with mock surprise. I remained silent, a statue in the shadows. Melissa tilted her head, her gaze raking over me as if examining an unsightly stain on the marble. “Elena Hamilton,” she continued, her tone dripping with honeyed poison. “The loyal little wife, still playing the martyr.” Adrian didn’t even glance my way. He moved past me to the liquor cabinet, pouring a fresh amber liquid into a tumbler as if I were a piece of the furniture.

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 7 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

"If you want me to respect you, respect me too then. Rustov did nothing to you. He doesn't deserve all your insults!" "And you think he deserves you? You're a child! You're Briones and Escareal! You can't like a man as low as him! Do you think he really loves you? Maybe he's just using you to rise! Of course everyone knows that you will inherit all our business! " "Not everyone has the same mindset as you, Mom. Money isn't everything. I know him. I know the person I love. He's not like that." She laughed hysterically.