Novel & Cerita Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.

“She is the only surviving heir…” My heart began to pound. “…to the Stuart family.” The name hit like a shockwave. “No,” I whispered. Grandfather’s voice remained steady. “Their heir and his daughter were reported dead sixteen years ago.” “But they weren’t.” A pause. Heavy. “The Beckers had her the entire time.” Silence. The world shifted. Again. This wasn’t just abuse anymore. This was theft. A stolen identity. A stolen legacy. A stolen life. And suddenly—

Kayden walked slowly towards her. “ You’re carrying a baby of another man and claim to love me , does that make you any less pathetic? ” She swallowed her words faster than she spat them. Whispers begun to spread once more, little by little the crowd was being convinced Silvia did that for the sake of vengeance. Alpha Torell of the Vintera pack , Kayden’s cousin stepped out and spoke. “ This is not a secret, you’re all aware Luna grew up an orphan. She stole to eat. She once hid in our stables just to sleep in the hay.”

she said quietly, “you’ll regret this.” No response came. And that hurt the most. Elara opened the door and walked out. The hallway felt colder now. Darker. Like everything had changed. Because it had. Tonight, she didn’t just lose an inheritance. She lost her place. Her family. Her identity. And as she walked away One thought stayed in her mind. If she was no longer part of this family… Then she had nothing left to lose.

Miranda…parading as me, signing documents with my name, sleeping in my bed afterwards. I could leak the security footage from the roof…if it existed. Anonymous tip to the press: “Heiress murder caught on camera.” Or show up at the funeral mid-eulogy, alive and glaring. Watch them faint one by one. Or slower…ruin them piece by piece. Bank accounts drained. Secrets spilled. Make them beg before I vanished again. My pulse thrummed with it. Revenge tasted sharp and sweet. But I couldn't do any of those. I now have a new identity. Kira Summers…my old body and face will be forgotten after today.

"My name is Essa Kane. I've told you that. I've given you proof." "Your proof is forged." I stepped forward, my heart pounding but my voice steady. "Your name isn't Essa Kane. It's Natalia. You were created in a lab, trained in isolation, and programmed to replace the real heir. Celeste made you. Valentina used you. And now you're standing in front of the council, trying to steal a life that was never yours." "I am the real heir!" The duplicate slammed her hands on the table, her eyes wild. "I have the blood. I have the documents. I have everything!"

His wild, unruly hair caught the morning light, and those striking eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me blink away. “You’ve a lot of nerve walking around campus after what you did,” Tio drawled, his voice dripping infuriating amusement. “Who'd have thought that a pretty girl like you was a criminal?” “You think calling me pretty would make it okay to call me a criminal?” I asked with a calmness I wasn't feeling. Tio shrugged, “well I'm not wrong, you're an identity thief.” “You know nothing about me, asshole!” “Oh really?” He sneered, then snickered. “Tell me then, besides stealing your sister's admission letter and sneaking into Elmore, what else is there about you?”

“It’s all in there.” “You’ve read the diary?” I inquired, and she shook her head. “I wouldn’t dare. It belongs to your mother. If there’s anyone who should read it first, it’s you. But I have news from credible sources stating some things that can be corroborated by the entries in there.” “Things like what?” Olivia asked as Matilda slipped into the chair opposite her. “One entry would attest to the fact that Mirela had killed her father at eighteen and taken a different identity afterwards. Only two people know about this—your mother, and someone else who’s listed in the diary.”

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

Even as I withered, I still bore traces of him. "Ives, don't do this." Rhianne was visibly flustered. Born a pauper, she had never in a million years imagined someone like him entering her life. But fate had been kind to her. Ivor was drawn to her, and Jeffrey pitied her. Her rightful identity as the Shaw family's true daughter propelled her from the bottom to the top. In the process, I was stripped of everything I had. There was no doubt that she was lucky but also deeply unfortunate.