The Stolen Heiress Novels & Stories

I muttered, forcing myself to stand. “The one without a signature?” Her grin widened. “Theo stole it. And then I stole it from him. It’s mine now. All I need is one good forgery and I’ll be the next CEO. Try to stop me and I’ll make your past look like a fairy tale.” “You’re sick,” I said quietly. “But I won’t fight you here. Not beside my father’s body. Get out.” She didn’t. She spat on him. I lost it.

, she narrated Imelda sat more closer to her, she couldn't keep her eyes off her " There's this friend of mine that lost her child years ago, and you what…. you're some months older than the baby. She lost the baby at three months and now is still worried to get the child back. That child is the Heiress of the most famous and wealthiest family in this country which is them…. since they couldn't find the child to take over the family's wealth, I want to take you to them as their child so you can get entangled with the wealths. And before they notice what's going on, we've taken everything from them…….", Candi explained to her hearing

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Inside were a few faded clothes and a rusted tin box. I picked up the tin box and opened it. There wasn't anything valuable inside it. All it contained were a rusted whistle, some marbles, and a stack of crumpled diary pages filled with uneven handwriting. These diary pages were the only remnants of my childhood after I was kidnapped and sold to a rural village. The human traffickers were long dead. As for my so-called adoptive parents… After closing the box, I stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I now had Jennifer's face and her former body.

“This is no coincidence.” Bianca hesitated before speaking. “Sir, if she’s alive, this could complicate things for your brother.” “Complicate?” I laughed darkly. “No, Bianca. This simplifies everything. The Gomez fortune is in flux, and an estranged heiress is the perfect key to unlock it.” Marco’s brow furrowed. “What’s the plan, sir?” “Plan? No plans,” I said, standing and adjusting my suit. Bianca blinked, confused. “But I thought you wouldn’t—”

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

The other parents began insulting me as well. "She must have lost her mind. How dare she claim to be the daughter of the richest man in the country?" "A madwoman like her should be locked up in a mental asylum. There's no telling if she's going to lose it one day and start stabbing people with a knife. Better safe than sorry." My consciousness began to turn hazy as I shielded Layla from the bodyguards' kicks and punches. Rosalia's cold voice suddenly sounded in my ear as she hissed, "I've been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to me on a silver platter. I can only become the real heiress of the Jones family once you're dead!"

he stammers, raising his hand to slap me, only for it to be hung up in the air by Helena. “Don’t even think about it,” Helena says, her voice calm but deadly serious. Helena is more like my bodyguard, a trained assassin. He struggles against her, his pride refusing to let him back down. “Let go of me, you bitch... do you know who you’re doing this to!” he spits, trying to pull his hand free. Helena’s response is immediate. She tightens her grip, crushing his fingers with a force that makes him gasp. The arrogance drains from his face as pain takes over, his eyes widening in shock.

Alexander’s gaze turned lethal. “Nothing is impossible.” In the staff quarters, Elena stirred as footsteps echoed distantly through the hallway. Voices. Urgent. Confused. She sat up slowly, unaware of the weight resting beneath her mattress. Unaware that her room now contained one billion dollars in stolen legacy. Unaware that suspicion was already calculating its path. The thief had never left the property. The necklace had not vanished. It had simply— Changed rooms.

Every piece of information led me in circles. My task was clear, find the president of the Lunaris Fashion Empire, marry her, secure the bond, forge the alliance, keep the bloodlines intact, protect the fortune and expand the territory. It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated. But that was my world—wolves and legacies. And the missing heiress? Yeah. Turns out she’s the girl I’ve been dying to have too, a stripper. I laughed bitterly, still unable to believe. “She was right there, Briar. All this time.”