The Stolen Heir Novels & Stories

"Then one day I decided to become some one. Some one who wouldn't be looked down by my father, some one who will be powerful and some one who could help get him out of his financial issues. So I began the illegal gambling den site. At first I wanted just to make a few money with it but I got so addicted that I couldn't get out of it. You might be an heiress Celine but I am also an heiress of my own. You had been gone for a running competition when your father had a few financial issues. I had my chance then, to show him that I was a daughter to him as well. I introduced him to gambling den and at first he enjoyed it. The money he won and the new connection he got but all that changed suddenl

My father's kind of power, his kind of silence. A terrible theory formed. What if Alexandra's biological parents had something? Something my father wanted to control? A claim? A legacy? A piece of leverage against a future rival? Taking their child, erasing her, and molding her life from the shadows... It was the ultimate theft, not just of a person, but of a destiny. And now, that stolen child was carrying my heir. The fusion of two lines-one known for its violence, one unknown, its original purpose still hidden.

Silas whispered, his hand finding hers on the carpet. "I stayed, " she replied, her voice thick with tiredness. On the monitor her father’s face finally appeared as the shadow moved. He looked tired, his eyes filled with disappointment. "You’ve made your choice, Avery.. Remember this: Julian was the one who burned the hospital but he wasn't the one who gave the order. There is another player in the game. One you haven’t met yet." The screen went black. Avery looked at Silas, who was slowly sitting up, his eyes intense and hard to read. The "Secret Heir" was no longer a secret. The billionaire was no longer her enemy. But as they sat in the ruins of their first battle a new thought hit her.

"Clara, you went to college. Help me figure this out! That house is everything we have. Can we get it back?" I hesitated, letting it show. "It might be difficult. The transfer is already done. Unless we can prove it was stolen or forced…" I paused, then added, "But don't worry. I know a lawyer. He might be able to help." Nora grabbed my hand, her grip tight. "Clara, I screwed you over before. I'm sorry. If you can get the house and the money back, I'll do whatever you want!" I smiled, calm and obedient on the surface.

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.

“You thought to lay your hands on her in the middle of my father’s hall? To accuse her of theft like a common cutpurse?” “It is a sapphire, Your Highness,” a voice called out from the crowd, emboldened by the safety of numbers. My fist tightened, what reason would I have stolen a sapphire when I had dozens embroidered into my wedding gown? “A family heirloom,” another whispered, the sound carrying easily in the hushed hall. “And the humans are desperate. Who could blame her for wanting something to take back to that crumbling estate?” The murmurs rippled through the circle like a slow-moving tide. She’s a commoner. She doesn't belong here. A wolf would never stoop so low, but a human?

She was trying to help her get the necklace back. “I bought it in Australia. It cost me forty thousand dollars. I can’t believe it’s missing!” Luna continued. Diana rolled her eyes. If Luna really treasured that necklace, why didn’t she want to go back to look for it? Instead, she was wasting her time on Diana. Luna turned to Diana and said, “Miss Anderson, if you took my necklace, you’d better give it back.” “Why would I take your necklace?” Diana replied irritably. Luna smiled arrogantly and said in a raised voice, “If you are not the thief, do you dare to show what is in your bag?”

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.