Stolen Heiress Stolen Love Novels & Stories

like he’s won something. Like I’m just another one of his conquered mistakes. “Please!” I scream, dragging myself to my feet, running toward the judge with shaking legs and a voice nearly gone. “Hazel is my son! Please..don’t let him take him away!” The judge barely looks at me. Her voice is flat. “We are letting you go. Not to punish you… for stealing the child.” I stop breathing. Stealing? What did she just say? My body shakes violently as her words settle like poison in my veins.

she said, the smile still stuck on her face. "Okay then," Micah said. He did not like the rule but he had to comply with it. He looked at her fondly and began to walk out. As he approached the door, he wondered how lucky he was to meet the heiress of the Quinn family like this and how she was attracted to him as well. Maybe true love did exist after all. "The rumours must be true," the staff said, Micah's ears perking up as she spoke. "What rumours?" Zara's eyes darted to Micah, who still stood there. It was obvious that he wanted to listen to the discussion.

His hand rested lightly against the small of her back, a protective and possessive touch. Together looked like royalty, like raw, unadulterated power. Serena and Damien had stolen the night. And Adrian's blood boiled with sudden jealousy. He felt all the humiliation from earlier flood back into him, tightening around his chest like a rope. Cassandra huffed, her lips twisting in a snarl. "Are you seeing this? I cant believe that gold digger came here." Adrian didn't answer her, he couldn't answer. He couldn't come to terms with this… sight.

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...

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.