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

His way of loving her, so naive of her to believe whatever he did was out of love or to protect her and now she couldn't even recognize the person she fell in love with. The scent of the bath—the rose-infused oil—dragged her back. Back to a different world. A time when she wasn’t trapped in his gilded cage. Back to when she was just a girl. An orphan. Alone in the world, yet hopeful. Peaceful. She had grown up bouncing between shelters and group homes. She was never adopted. The world seemed to forget her existence until she turned eighteen and got accepted into the prestigious St. Marigold University on a scholarship.

, she uttered while staring at her neck It wasn't okay for her, the satisfaction wasn't there. She got down on her bed and walked towards the television staring steadily at their necks She was so concentrated with what she was seeing Her eyes widened again " A counsel having my medal…Wow ! You all will gonna pay for stealing my identity, I know I'll make money from it ", she jabbered and fell on the bed She began looking for a pen and paper having it in mind of copying the names above on the television

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I was still coughing painfully, but I forced myself to say, "It's not your fault. The real blame is on them." My sister glared at Jeanette and Zach. "How dare you hurt my brother?" she yelled. Jeanette looked panicked. She hurriedly held onto Zach and told my sister, "It's not like that, Miss Chase. Please let me explain! Julian Chase isn't your family's real heir. He's an imposter who stole Zach's identity. Your real brother is Zach." Zach also looked panicked. He said, "Sis, I'm your real brother! Julian stole my identity, and he kidnapped me. You can't forgive him!"

“He didn’t just program her with my mannerisms. He grew her. Piece by piece. That’s why she’s so perfect. That’s why she’s so… convincing.” Lucien swore under his breath. “So this isn’t just identity theft.” “It’s legacy theft,” Solene said. “And if she succeeds then everything I’ve clawed back becomes hers.” He turned to her, something raw flickering across his face. “And what are you now?” She stepped into him again, placing her palm on his chest. “I’m the version that survived.” CUT TO: SAFEHOUSE LOWER LEVEL – MEDICAL LAB TIME: 11:59 p.m.

" She's pregnant, Dylan. You know she is. She's carrying... The heir to the crown. Your future Sultan." Hamish turned his back on his friend to refill his glass. He really was cursed. It was certain that the gods had a grudge against him... His situation was really shitty... He had spent a magical and truly intense night with her. But when he woke up, she was gone. He should have taken her flight as a sign of destiny... However, he was impressed by her sweetness and innocence and even felt guilty about what had happened between them...

he pauses and turns his head to look at me. “You don't really belong in the Lafera family, do you?” He asks as if he already knew, but he is merely getting my words to confirm it. I inhale and nod. “Yes, I discovered it later than I anticipated.” "Good, I suppose you're just something I'm not used to finding out, but now that you've said it, I do know one thing, you are someone else living under a false identity. When have you stolen her identity since then?”

"And Celine?" I turned. Catherine stood in the doorway, still dressed for the charity board meeting she had left three hours ago. Pearls at her throat. Hair immaculate. Her hands, I noticed, were shaking. She had hidden it well for twenty-two years. Tonight, the mask cracked. "Celine is collateral," I said. "She always was." "She is our daughter." "She is a Voss." I crossed the room, close enough to smell her perfume something French, expensive, chosen to project warmth. "Stolen, renamed, raised to perform loyalty. But not Laurent. Not blood. Not mine."

Lucien swallowed hard. “I regret all of it now,” he said quietly. “I never should have agreed to any of this.” Stephanie’s expression hardened instantly. “Too late for regrets,” she snapped. “You should be thinking of how to find Liora so we can end this and deal with the suffering she caused us.” “Liora…” Lucien repeated slowly, then an idea struck him. “Since the heiress changed her identity just for Liora… it means they’re connected. She’ll know where Liora is.”

She didn't walk; she marched, her cane tapping a steady, rhythmic cadence against the floor. She took the oath with a voice that didn't tremble. She sat, her eyes fixed on the judge, refusing to grant Vincenzo the mercy of her gaze. “He didn’t just steal money,” she told the court, her voice carrying a resonance that silenced the room. “He stole identities. He built a kingdom out of the lives of children, rewrote history with a golden pen, and convinced us that blood didn't matter as much as influence.” She paused, her eyes finally flicking to me, then to Catrina. “He turned my own blood against itself. He used my daughter’s grief as a playground for his ambition.”