Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress Novels & Stories

How bold must they be to even think about taking over both families' empires? By then, Julia's true identity was the least of Walter's concerns. The Bennisons, on the other hand, were a puzzle he intended to solve. The following day, the Sunny Glow Beauty Salon had the honor of serving a very prestigious client. She arrived with a subtle curve to her belly, draped in Chanel's latest winter collection—a limited edition that kept her cozy and showcased her stunning figure to perfection. That woman was none other than Evangeline. The moment Evangeline found out that Lydia, the one behind her mother's tragic death, was hiding out in this beauty salon, she could not hold back her fury. Ignoring t

Because this is what fixing things looks like. Because maybe commitment means choosing someone even when your heart wanders. He fell asleep quickly afterward. Content. Certain. I lay awake. Staring at the ceiling. I expected regret. But what I felt instead was something more complicated. Fear. Not of motherhood. Not of change. But of disappearing. Of becoming someone whose entire identity revolves around being necessary to a man who barely sees her. In the quiet darkness, my mind betrayed me. Sebastian’s face surfaced. The way he watches without claiming.

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 1 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

"She must have stolen my administrator password and altered the records to frame me!" Jane's eyes lit up. She collapsed to her knees and burst into tears. "Mr. Gomez, you have to help us! Mavis hid her identity and came to the branch. Maybe she embezzled the money herself, then stole my password and changed the data when she realized she might be caught!" I pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed my legs. "I'm the only heiress to the Gomez Group. Why would I steal a mere five hundred thousand dollars?"

Her hands began to shake violently causing the silver tray to slip from her grip. It hit the floor with a loud crash. The crystal glasses shattered, sending water and sharp shards exploding across the entryway. The other servants gasped, stepping back in shock. Aziel frowned, opening his mouth to reprimand her. But before he could speak, the elderly woman took a staggering step back, staring at me as if she had seen a ghost. "Miss Peterson..." she whispered, her voice trembling. I stopped breathing at the mention of the name . Peterson. The name of my biological family. The name of the missing heiress. The secret identity I had only learned about in the final seconds of my previous life.

(Eliza's POV) My spirit hovered above the scene unfolding before me, unable to interact yet forced to witness every painful moment. There they were—my so-called family—gathered in the main hall of the Morgan Estate. "Mother!" Katherine's voice rang out, sweet as honey and just as false. "I've missed you terribly!" I watched in disbelief as Katherine Morgan—the woman who had stolen my identity, who was supposed to be dead—embraced Victoria with theatrical affection. Her skin glowed with health, bearing only minor bruises that did nothing to diminish her beauty.

It started with a zero. I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. The expensive foundation was melting off, revealing the pores, the lines, the girl from the basement underneath. "You’re a survivor, Zara," I whispered to myself, channeling Mama Rose’s cold, hard voice. "Henry saved you once. Now you have to save yourself from him. You don't need Leon to give it to you. You just need to steal it. Like you stole everything else." I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan that refused to spin, and began to plan the heist of my own fiancé.

To satisfy her own vanity, she constantly stole my photos and claimed that the woman in them was her. In my past life, I didn't mind too much when I found out that she had been stealing my photos because we were best friends. However, after giving it more thought, I realized that I had unknowingly invited misfortune upon myself. I scrolled through her chats and eventually found the three men. They were still flirting with each other for the time being. Mira had given them pretty interesting nicknames. "Wallet No. 1: Daniel Newton (The Brainless Heir of the Richest Family in Bayville)."

Rosalia's cold voice suddenly sounded in my ear as she hissed, "I've been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to me on a silver platter. I can only become the real heiress of the Jones family once you're dead!" I immediately realized that Rosalia was trying to take advantage of the situation and kill me after learning my true identity. "Help… Help me…" I mumbled weakly, reaching out toward Maverick. But Maverick just stood there with an indifferent expression. Hopelessness spread through me as I began to lose consciousness. I couldn't help but wonder if Layla and I were destined to die here today. The thought filled me with resentment. Right before I fain