The Stolen Heir 2 Novels & Stories

“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?”

Before I could stop her, Mia lunged forward, snatching Astra from my arms. “This is impossible!” she hissed, holding him tightly. “This child possesses a lord’s bloodline! How could a human woman give birth to such a child?” Astra screamed and struggled. “Mommy! I want Mommy!” Her grip tightened. “This child was stolen,” Mia announced loudly. “Rowling not only stole a sacred artifact—she also kidnapped the heir of a great family!” The hall erupted in chaos. “An heir?” “No wonder she has a sacred artifact!”

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

She stumbled up from the sofa, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook her head frantically. “Damian, listen to me. I did this for you. I did this for the pack.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. Every head turned toward me. “For him?” I said. “You mean you found another man’s child and tried to pass it off as the Vale heir?” Selene flinched as if I had struck her. The elders did not. Their anger came all at once. “Do you understand what fraud against the bloodline means?” Cedric Vale thundered.

She could feel how hard he was already, his massive erection pressing into her stomach. The twins fought, shadows flaring, but the enforcers were ready with spelled restraints. Aria’s heart tore as she watched them dragged away screaming for her. “You bastard,” she whispered, voice shaking with fury and unwanted desire. “If you hurt them,” “They’re my heirs,” Kael growled against her ear. “No one will touch them. But you… you’re coming with me.”

I managed to ask. “I saw the messages about a year ago,” she interrupted, “And just in case you were hoping I’d let it slide… I destroyed it. Every last sample. No heir. No chance. And the company? Well…” Her voice dropped to a low, “It will slip from your grasp, too.” I staggered back, trying to process her words. My carefully constructed plan, the only hope that I might have an heir, now shattered. “You… what? How…?”

Jia had appeared in his doorway at eleven at night, which was not an unusual hour for her to appear in unusual places, wearing dark clothing and the expression she wore when she had already made a decision and was coming to inform him of it rather than discuss it. "Kevin's father filed the heirloom complaint through his lawyer this afternoon," she said. "He's going to make an example of someone. He always does." She paused. "I know where it lives. The heirloom. What he values above everything else. A watch — silver, his grandfather's, he uses it as leverage because it has documented provenance and he can claim anything about its location." Kai looked at her. "You want to steal it." "I want t

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

I’d claw my way to the top and never look back. But first, I had something more urgent to do. I needed to get into Theo’s room. Because that will—the one he stole from me—is still out there. And once it’s in my hands again, everything changes.