The Stolen Heir 2 Novels & Stories

Just as she was about to reach the screen, I strode forward in a flash and blocked her path. I didn't lay a hand on her. I merely stepped in front of her, my gaze stabbing into her like an ice-cold blade. I looked her straight in the eye and said emphatically, "What gives a backstabbing traitor like you the right to lecture me about airing the family's dirty laundry?" The sheer force of my presence stopped her dead in her tracks. Her face turned ghostly white. At the exact moment Lydia stood frozen in shock, my fiancee—Abigail Connelly, heiress of the Connelly Group—finally made her move.

She doesn’t know I see the way she curls into herself when she lies on that giant bed like a prisoner, or how she lingers in front of the locked drawer where Lewis hides her phone. She doesn’t know it yet—but the game’s already changed. She’ll never know how much I want to grab her, pin her against the counter, and make her forget his name. But I can wait. Because she’s not his forever. She’s not just Lewis’s anymore. Not if I can help it. She’s mine. And I’ll burn the fucking world to steal her. One day soon… her eyes will finally look for me. And when they do, I’ll be waiting.

Gunfire. A shadow swept through the chaos. She moved like a phantom—lethal and graceful, black robes swirling around her like prophecy. And as Alessia raised her gun— The woman’s voice cut through the din: “You’re both standing on stolen ground.” Alessia turned, stunned. “Who the hell are you?” The woman stepped forward. And smiled. “I’m the heir your parents tried to bury.” The vault door exploded. Smoke poured in like floodwater, swallowing marble and history in its wake. Gunfire ripped through the silence. Shadows moved — fast, trained, lethal.

Stella's expression darkened the moment she heard Heidi's name. “Heidi did not only trick Grandpa Winston into giving her the family's heirloom, she is also stalking Lucas and I and making a scene wherever we go.” “Wait-What!?” Stella sprang to her feet, her mouth opening wide. “You mean Heidi has the family's heirloom?” “Grandpa Winston gave it to her at the hospital. Isn't that unfair?” “Does Lucas know about it?” Stella sat down, trying to digest the news. “Lucas knows. Well, I don't think he'll do anything about it.” Tracy sniffled. “Heidi keeps bringing up tactics to have him running after her.”

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

I think I saw him come close too. He cleared his throat. Oh my God. Fuck. What just happened? And thanks to the darkness that had hidden the humiliation that swept across my face. “How are you planning on taking your assets from him?” His voice was soft but intently sharp. I wish I don't have to talk again. I felt my stomach twitch painfully. Pain stabbed by my side. I chewed my teeth and tried to hide it. I sipped enough breath to steady my voice, I pressed my back against the stones, so that I was comfortable, “He gave Lily my mother's heirloom and she ruined it, that was his second chance. He only has one left now,” I replied.

He says, already steeling himself for another bomb. And it comes in the form of a smile from Marle. “The one stolen was a fake and is currently in the diadem atop the female Alpha Azura’s head. The real one is hidden in your vault and requires the eyes of a true Alpha heir of Xamnir’s to find it.” She says and walks out. “Always something,” I murmur again, and Kai lets out an exhausted sigh. “Always something,” he repeats, and the both of us walk out of Dimitri’s study, knowing another issue will become a major one.

“And you still don’t understand the game. Crane doesn’t play to win. He plays to own. The moment you touched his empire, he marked you.” “So what now?” Aiden asked. “You pretend to be my father again?” “No,” Alexander said. “I give you something Crane doesn’t know I kept.” He turned to a wall panel and pressed a sequence. A hidden compartment slid open. Inside was a single hard drive. “This contains the blueprint of everything Crane buried,” Alexander said. “Project Helix. The shadow board. Names of politicians, foreign stakeholders, weapons traders—and the backups of Floor 49 before it was scrubbed.”

“Names do. Records do. People do. But trust me, blood doesn’t.” Killian stepped forward, placing himself half a step between Thorne and Daphne. “You said the heir was lost,” he said. “Not living comfortably under another name.” “Lost doesn’t always mean living wretchedly or dead,” Thorne replied. “Sometimes it means hidden. Sometimes it means stolen.” Daphne let out a short, humorless laugh. “Stolen?” she repeated. “From who? By who?” Thorne finally lifted his gaze, and when he looked at her this time, there was no accusation, only something grim and resolved. “From us,” he said. “By people who knew exactly what they were doing.”

“I’m tired of wondering. I want answers. About all of it.” Liora opened her mouth and shut it a couple of times. Suddenly, Marcus appeared, stepping between us. “I see you found the princess’s heirloom,” he said coolly, holding out his palm. “I’ll admit it; I stole it last night.” Bianca’s hand fluttered to the bare spot on her neck. “You stole it?” she asked. He nodded. “I know you lost it at one point, so I decided to take it for safekeeping,” he said. “I was worried you might lose it in the forest. But I suppose I was the one who dropped it in the end, wasn’t I?”