Novel & Cerita Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

I was one of Sicily’s top experts in forgery and intelligence. Whether it was a priceless work of art, cutting-edge weaponry, or a highly classified document, once it passed through my hands, no one in the underworld could tell whether it was real or fake. After years of rival factions trying to claim me for themselves, I had grown tired of that life.That changed when my biological father brought me back to the Valenti family. I had just undergone surgery on my vocal cords, and my doctor had forbidden me from speaking for three months. So I simply pretended I could not speak and enjoyed the peace and quiet. After I went missing as a child, my parents adopted another girl. I had assumed that

the man growled in French accented English, his hand resting inside his coat pocket. Lydia didn't speak. She reached up with a cold, shaking hand to her left ring finger. With a tug, she pulled off the final diamond ring she owned a six-carat flawless platinum solitaire, the last relic of her former life as New York royalty. She held it out in the palm of her filthy, wet hand. The diamond caught the faint yellow beam of a streetlamp, sparkling with a fierce, blinding light amid the surrounding rot. Her final diamond ring becomes the price of a stolen identity, passport, and weapon.

He looked like a storybook prince—Adrien from Miraculous, perhaps—if that prince had been forced into a black button-down suit. “That’s true,” He whispered. I was trying my hardest to ignore the impossible words I had overheard through the door. Heiress. Stolen. Dead. It had to be a misunderstanding. It was a coincidence of features, a trick of the light. I was Ophelia Vitale, the girl from the orphanage. We climbed a grand, sweeping staircase and reached a set of towering double doors made of dark, intricately carved mahogany. Eugene pushed them open, and we stepped into a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a study. Upon entering, my breath hitched.

This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything. Two days passed in a blur, but here I was, standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I’d chosen a white dress with a wide-brimmed hat, makeup accentuating the shadows under my eyes, making me look sharper, maybe even dangerous. Today was going to be the day I did something stupid. If Roy thought he could ruin my life and then just stroll off to marry someone else, he had another thing coming.

I would make sure it happened. After Seline left, I slipped into the bathroom to wash away the traces of the day. I was dying to see Jude, and there was no way I would let an opportunity like this pass. I chose my best dress, the one that hugged my body perfectly. I knew Jude would not be able to resist me. He was emotionally fragile after the drama at the birthday party, and I planned to take advantage of that. I was glad everything had gone exactly as I had hoped, no one would ever suspect I had betrayed Seline.

“It’s mine. I bought it… after my dad died. I was planning to put it up for rent.” His brows shot up. “Really? You just remembered that now?” “Yes,” I whispered, it felt like waking up from a long sleep... Adrian gasped dramatically. “So she stole your identity and your property? Wow. She’s bold.” I stayed silent, because the truth hurt. Laura didn’t just steal my name. She tried to steal my life. My house and even Lorenzo… Who knows what else she has stolen already or she’s trying to steal. Lorenzo scoffed. “Who knows how many other things she’s been helping herself to.”

They thought they would be able to take over the business and live their flamboyant lifestyle but it has backfired. “Milana, are you just going to be silent” Cynthia said since she had no way to challenge her uncle at least Milana can. “What did you say, did I hear you right!! I thought you were just laughing happily when I got just a little inheritance, huh?” Milana asked. Cynthia became silent “Fine but you can’t just be silent, not after uncle was willed almost everything” “She is an illegitimate child and she should know her limit” George said Milana smiled and stood up “What did you call me just now?” Milana asked George with a funny smile on her face.

With careful movements so I wouldn't disturb the children, I crept out to the living room and opened the news app. The headline made my breath catch: "Swiss Heiress Sophie Field Arrives in New York with International Legal Team, Claims Billions Stolen Through Identity Fraud." Brief but devastating.

“If you do, get ready to lose your inheritance.” Audrey let out a faint smile. “You're joking, right.” Her smile faded at her brother's serious look. “Then father has to accept Thomas,” she said sharply. “No, you're getting married to Lucas Erickson!” Oliver said firmly. “If you try to prove stubborn,” Alex growled, his voice low. “The whole world will know that Thomas Whiteson's fiancee is a thief….. who stole gold and vanished for five years. The world will know she wanted to murder her only sister because she envied her,” A rough laugh escaped Alex’s throat.