Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress Novels & Stories

She tried again and again, but every attempt failed. "She was acting so big just now, and she can't even pay 700 grand?" "She's a fake heiress, and even her card's fake, too?" "With nothing to back it up, she still dared to pass as an heiress. That's bold!" The whispers closed in around her, each one sharper than the last. Violet's face flushed red. She finally looked at me, anger burning in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word. If she did, everyone would know she hadn't just stolen my identity, but she had been using my credit card, too.

Her dark windbreaker was soaked, her face framed by wet strands of dark hair, but her amber eyes burned with an icy, undisputed majesty that made the large bridge feel like her personal courtroom. ​"Maya..." Holloway gasped, clutching his chest as he backed against the server glass. "Julian... how... how did you get aboard?" ​"You used my name," Julian spoke, his baritone dropping so low and raspy it sounded like grinding stones. He walked forward slowly, his heavy boots crunching over shattered glass. "You took my biometric hash... and you put my signature on a fraudulent asset transfer to steal my wife's fleet."

It was my real passport, the one belonging to the heiress of the Rossi family, which I'd had since my memory returned. The encrypted phone in my pocket vibrated. A message from my brother appeared on screen. "The process to erase the identity file for 'Elara the orphan' has been initiated. Once it's done, that person will no longer exist. You can come home under your real name, with a clean slate." I zipped up the bag, picked it up, and left the master bedroom. I moved directly into the most remote storage room on the north side of the estate. It was a place that rarely saw sunlight, the air thick with the sharp smell of rust and mildew.

“Do what? Tell me the truth? Is that really so difficult?” Clara looked at Adrian. Then at the stranger. Finally, she lowered her head. “Yes,” she whispered. “Because the truth is worse than you think.” Adrian took a step toward her. “What did you do?” Clara flinched. “What did you do to my identity?” She began crying harder. “I was trying to protect you.” “From whom?” The stranger answered before she could. “From me.” He stepped into the light. “My name is Alexander Vale. I am the man whose identity was stolen to create the Blackwood heir.”

She leaned on her elder brother's shoulder and burst into tears. “What? Do you still miss him after everything he has done to you?” Enzo hugged his sister in distress. “ Enzo, today is my birthday ”. “I know, he is such a jerk to choose today of all days to break your heart”. “That is why I have no regrets. Megan Smith is dead”. Megan said. As she opened her eyes, she was no longer Megan Smith. The dutiful wife of Greg, she was now Margaret Song the proud heiress of the m&k group. This time, her life would no longer revolve around a man.

“We don't know for sure. Raymond said it was a woman. She wore a cloak and covered her face. The security cameras didn't capture her identity.” My heart began beating faster. A woman. A cloak. There was only one person who could have done that. “Mirabel,” I whispered. “What?” “Nothing.” I ended the call. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the phone. That filthy thief. She had stolen the Neon Diamond. What did I even expect from a rat like her? The same diamond that was supposed to remain untouched annd somehow, she had managed to steal it right under his nose. My anger exploded.

she muttered firmly, her gaze hardening. Clenching her fists, she reminded herself not to be deceived by her current circumstances. She was Alia, not Livia—not the owner of this castle, nor a carefree noblewoman. She was a thief, someone who had survived her previous life through wit and courage. In this new life, she would continue to live by that identity, uncover the truth, and seize control of her destiny. She refused to let herself be molded by her environment.

And then, with one effortless motion, Leif scooped her up and carried her off under the moonlight, her laughter trailing behind them like music. Back to the bridal suite. And somewhere beneath the stars, their story finally settled into peace. She had once been a jilted heiress. A shattered daughter. A forgotten name. But now— She was a wife. A mother. A survivor. And their love story was only just beginning. *** ***

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

As I looked at the three of them standing in front of me, two of them too blind to understand the truth and one actress, trying to weave her dirty secrets into a trap, hoping it would break me. The only reason I signed that damn paper and chose to leave the Moretti was because I was done with them—not the other way around. I chuckled softly, a hollow sound. “Alright. I appreciate Emily’s concern. I’ve left my cards here. The password is my birthday. Use the funds in there to fill the casino’s missing money.” “So you admit it? You stole the money?” Father’s voice was a mix of disbelief and outrage. “No. I don’t. But whether I admit it or not, the result will be the same. So we may as well sor