The Stolen Heir Book 2 소설 & 이야기

“‘I want his hands bruising my thighs…’” “Shut up!” I hissed, my voice cracking in a pathetic betrayal of my overwhelming panic. I lunged forward across the desk to grab the book, but Declan effortlessly snatched it out of my reach, laughing as I fell back into my chair. “Give that back. That is my private property.” “Not a chance,” Jasper said smoothly, leaning his massive hands on the edge of my desk to box me in completely. “We have a massive problem, Liora. And you are going to fix it.”

"We’re going to find her. And then, we’re going to settle this." I struggled to my feet, my body shaking with the weight of my own collapse. As I stumbled out of the room, I looked back at the study. It was a tomb. And as I stepped out into the night, I knew that wherever this ended, there was no way back to the life I had stolen. The mask was gone. The imposter was exposed. And the hunt for the true heir was the only thing left.

To secure the Brooks empire, their parents set two conditions for choosing the next heiress: Each daughter must present a business proposal strong enough to elevate the family business… And each must secure a fiancé from a reputable family to strengthen the Brooks name. For three months, Nina worked like her life depended on it—because it did. Sleepless nights, endless research, countless drawings. This was her chance to finally prove she belonged in the family. That she wasn’t just the adopted child. That she was worthy. But the chance had slipped through her fingers. Clara, her half-sister, had stolen her project. And now she stood there acting like a saint.

Inside sat a man whose patience had been worn thin. Alexander Sterling did not look like someone who tolerated surprises. The car door opened. Julian slid inside casually, holding the little bun. Alexander’s gaze snapped to the child first. Scanning. Checking. Ensuring. Only when he confirmed there was no injury did he look at his brother. “Explain.” Julian leaned back lazily. “Relax. He wasn’t kidnapped. He decided to explore the thrilling world of locked storage rooms.” Alexander’s eyes sharpened. “Julian.”

“She is the only surviving heir…” My heart began to pound. “…to the Stuart family.” The name hit like a shockwave. “No,” I whispered. Grandfather’s voice remained steady. “Their heir and his daughter were reported dead sixteen years ago.” “But they weren’t.” A pause. Heavy. “The Beckers had her the entire time.” Silence. The world shifted. Again. This wasn’t just abuse anymore. This was theft. A stolen identity. A stolen legacy. A stolen life. And suddenly—

"This building belonged to our families. Alexander stole it. You stole it back." "Alexander stole everything." Ruth's voice was steady. "I'm just returning what he took." "Then give it to us." "No." Ruth moved closer. "I'm giving it to the people who need it. The people Alexander hurt." The man's face contorted. "You'll regret this." He turned and walked out, his companions following. Isabella exhaled, her body shaking. "It's over," Sebastian said. "For now." Damien's voice was grim. "But they'll be back."

And then…Darkness. CHAPTER 1 The world believes my father murdered Adrian Voss’s mother. I know he didn’t. The problem is… I can’t prove it. And now I’m here, outside the gates of Blackthorn University, the last place I should ever return. Aunt Frieda parked the car. As I stepped through the Blackthorn archway, a strange unease crept up my spine. This was Adrian’s world .His family owned half the buildings on this campus. If he saw me here…I didn’t know what he would do.

She slid them out and began to read. The top page was a will. The original Rhodes family will, dated eighteen years ago, drawn up by a solicitor firm whose name she didn't recognise, not Crane's firm, someone else entirely, someone her mother had found carefully and deliberately. Signed. Witnessed by two names she didn't know. Legally formatted in language she had to read slowly to fully follow. She followed it. Elias Rhodes was named as primary heir to the Rhodes estate and all associated assets upon his father's death. That part she'd expected. But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate.

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.

My pulse was a frantic drum against my ribs as I retreated to my chambers, the heavy iron lock clicking into place like a final heartbeat. I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the rolling hills of the Cheshire Territory. It was a sprawling graveyard for my family’s legacy. Every inch of this estate belonged to the Crowne Dominion, and I was just another piece of stolen property. Kyla’s—no, Selene’s—whispers from the hallway still rang in my ears, mocking my desperate hope for a way out.