Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress の小説・ストーリー

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

I insisted, with tiny bits of regret present in my face. “He means he can give you what you want, and all we need from you is information” a low, cold and detached voice echoed in the shadows, as a figure sophisticatedly steps into the floor of light. “Vivianne St. Clair, how are you still alive?!” My eyes almost ran out of its sockets. “godswilling, but that’s a tale for another night” Vivianne says. Calm and devoid of emotion. “We want to take back what was stolen from us, and we need your help” she added.

I held her gaze and said nothing, because I understood it more than she knew. “That’s not all you are,” I said at last. “I’ve known you for less than a week and even I can see that. You’re not someone’s future wife, Mira. You’re not a fugitive either, even if that’s what the guards are calling you.” I paused. “You’re someone who spotted a trap in the dark that most trained soldiers would have walked straight into. You’re someone who fought three men alone at night and almost won. You’re someone who stole a book from under the nose of a city full of guards and rode away laughing.” I looked at her directly. “That’s not nothing. That’s not someone who belongs in a small life.”

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

I continued to speak. "My gosh! Of course, we get your point, Eli. You can adopt a child if you want, but why is Stefan's child still?" Stella asked, then turned on me. I didn't answer right away when Josiah, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke. "She's not totally adopting the baby as her own. She's the only one who wants to be known as the mother of Yasmin's child. It doesn't mean that when she adopts the child she will be the heir to all of Eli's wealth," explained Josiah for me.

Then, he wrapped his arm around Felicity's waist, "Baby, you're overreacting. I'll bring you to a fifteen-hundred-year-old hot spring next time. It's more impressive than this." Everybody kept quiet. They were all amazed by how quick-witted he was. Vermont brushed what Felicity said aside, and Jaylene led them into the crowd. Felicity slapped Vermont's hand that was wrapped around her waist and said, "You shouldn't have stopped me! I wanted to give her a piece of my mind! "Did you hear what she said? Ms. Jewell? Everyone in her family knows about Stella's real identity and that she's just a counterfeit heiress of the Saun family. She's outrageous!"

“Ava Eliza-“ He tried to say but Thelma stopped him. “I heard you the first time, are you crazy?” Thelma exclaimed. “Stealing someone’s identity, that’s not right!” “Thelma listen, to me you are not stealing her identity you are only borrowing it.” “What is the difference? We are doing the wrong thing.”

She was dying in jealousy, therefore she came out to remind herself that soon, it will be her turn. ‘Once I became the billionaire’s daughter, all will look at me with awe,’ Reese said to herself, imagining the life she will have as Astell’s child, Nadia. There was guilt and hesitation in her heart before. She once contemplated if it is okay to steal Harriet’s identity and pretend to be Nadia. Yet now, her decision of pretending as Nadia became as sturdy as steel, or as unmovable as mountain. Reese even imagined things she will do as soon as she proclaimed the title that isn’t hers.

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about