Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the same time, she had no idea what was the story of her life. But at least, she could do something to make her feel better today. “Hello sweetie …...I will take them all.” she said and gave the girl some cash that she hoped would make some difference in her life even if it is just for one day . The wigs were in different sizes, heights and color. Now that she was in this situation, an idea came in to her head. She will be Heather. After all, she also pretended to be her and went to the bank to try and open the safety box. It was her time to steal her identity. The cameras in the bank showed it clearly the way she tried to copy everything about her.

Words that made Aria’s blood run cold. “I found the documents.” Aria’s breath caught. Because that meant only one thing. Lena knew. She knew Aria was the real heiress. And she was stealing her identity anyway. Lena stepped back and raised her voice. “Security might need to remove her if she keeps harassing me.” Students laughed. Daniel turned away from Aria. And for the first time in her life… Aria Vale realized someone had just stolen her entire world. Then Lena leaned close again and whispered one final sentence.

"The child is simply unlucky. He ran into a polar bear while playing, and half his organs were eaten… If the injuries were not so severe, to the point that his breath is nearly gone, the family's medical skills might have saved him. It's too tragic. He's only seven." "Condolences…" At that moment, a clear voice rang out. "I'll save him!" A young woman stepped forward. She wore a moon-white robe. Her dark hair was pinned up, revealing an exceptionally beautiful and elegant face. At the sight of that face, Isolde's heart skipped a beat. She bore a 40% resemblance to her. Mimi whispered in her ear, "She is Aurelia Valeciel." Aurelia Valeciel was the fake heiress who had replaced Isolde's identi

She lifted her shirt and exposed her lower back. "Didn't you say the heiress has a birthmark on her lower back? I don't have one, so it's absolutely not me!" Vita Davidson lifted her shirt, too. To be extra safe, she even started spouting nonsense. "Actually, I'm a man. I had gender reassignment surgery, so my gender doesn't even match. There's no way I could be the heiress!" After that, they exchanged a glance and suddenly shoved me to the front.

At this time, Elena was intently looking at the short-haired girl, and she sighed heavily before saying, “It may be true that you like Steen, but you know he's not yours, right, Vivian? You only pretend to be me, you only borrow my identity, and you only borrow Steen from me. That's why you know that you have to return everything to me including Steen, right?” When Vivian heard the question, she felt like someone had just dropped a bomb on her head, and it exploded mercilessly. She couldn't even answer the girl's question, and Elena could only smile bitterly at her before getting up from her seat and saying that she would call her later, but she had to make sure that she would leave the Dahl

Anyway, I was carrying Serena’s identity card, if anybody recognized me I would put on an act! Once outside I climbed on Charles’s Harley Davidson iron 883. The beauty was a monster. The boy was under strict curfew for a wrong pussy he had thrust so he wouldn’t know. The girl was a virgin, from a catholic family, eight years older than him, and to spice it up sister of a good friend of Mr. White. I had seen him hiding this beauty one faithful noon and then since he is grounded with guards on his door and windows, I gave in to the temptation and stole the keys. The boy was a too-temperamental-fool that he didn’t even notice.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

That made them my first target. I couldn’t simply walk into their company as Athena Mallway, the forgotten daughter of their dead friend. That would be too obvious and far too risky. So Blake and I devised another plan. Dexter happened to have an opening for a personal assistant. The moment I heard about it, I knew this was my opportunity. I applied under a new identity. Mia Roberts. Sixteen years had passed since anyone in that world had seen me or my sisters. There was little chance Dexter would recognize me now.

We had a strict family rule where no heir could reveal their identity before a formal engagement. If I had not nearly died at Dallas's hands, Dad would never have made such a dramatic public rescue today. Dad stood up, his gaze coldly sweeping over Dallas and his crew. "A staged scene? Do you know who I am? I'm Hansen Tanner! Do you think my daughter needed to hire people for a show?" "H-Hansen Tanner?!" Someone in the crowd let out a terrified shriek. The gold-and-obsidian bracelet on Dad's wrist caught the light as he moved his hand.

“Because revenge requires resources. You cannot just show up one day and challenge Damien. You need money, allies, and a new identity that is beyond suspicion. I am going to teach you how to build all of that.” He spread out several documents on the table. “First, we create your new identity. Selene Grey, Alpha heiress from the Moonvale Pack in the northern territories. Wealthy, educated, mysterious. No one will think to connect her to Aria Moonstone, the broken omega who disappeared months ago.” “Moonvale Pack does not exist,” I said. “It does now. I have been building that identity for years, waiting for the right person to use it. Congratulations. You are about to become a wealthy orphan