Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heiress

“Then three years ago, you vanished after a charity lunch. Your car was found wrecked. Nobody was found, but I never stopped looking.” He looked at me, his old eyes blazing. “Tomorrow, the family comes. They will have questions. They will look for weakness.” Silas said quietly. “Do not give them any. You are Alessandra Vanderbilt. You are the heir. You must remember that, even if you don’t remember anything else.” ~~~ The next morning felt like a dream. Soft sunlight through bay windows. A maid named Clara drew a bath with rose oil, and another laid out a simple navy gown on the bed.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

he said, sitting up, looking at her keenly. “The heirloom is missing and a search has been conducted. It was discovered that Gabriella is the thief as the heirloom was found in her bag,” she announced proudly. “What?” Waylen’s eyes bulged in surprise. He glanced at me but I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. It would hurt to see the disappointment in them. “It’s true. To further confirm that she wasn’t framed, because I know that’s the weak defense she’s going to give. It has been confirmed that she was a thief in her former pack and that was why she ran away,” she further explained.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

Her face paled and she staggered on her feet, I quickly moved to grab hold of her. "Are you alright?" I asked worriedly but she shook her head at me. She suddenly looked as white as a ghost, as if an old nightmare long forgotten had surfaced at the mention of the family heirloom. I couldn't help but feel like Keira knew a secret related to the stolen heirloom that made her react this way. "Did you just say they stole the heirloom?" She asked in a shaky voice again as if she hadn't heard the words properly the first time, but she had and the news of the stolen heirloom seemed to have rattled the perfected composure within her.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

He looked like a storybook prince—Adrien from Miraculous, perhaps—if that prince had been forced into a black button-down suit. “That’s true,” He whispered. I was trying my hardest to ignore the impossible words I had overheard through the door. Heiress. Stolen. Dead. It had to be a misunderstanding. It was a coincidence of features, a trick of the light. I was Ophelia Vitale, the girl from the orphanage. We climbed a grand, sweeping staircase and reached a set of towering double doors made of dark, intricately carved mahogany. Eugene pushed them open, and we stepped into a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a study. Upon entering, my breath hitched.

“We’ll say the trauma changed your features. That your mother hid you away. The key is the diary. The monarch of Vespas lost a daughter once. He’ll want to believe he found her.” Aretha laughed, bitter and sweet all at once. “So you want me to go from fake heiress to fake royalty?” Almay stepped closer, placing the diary in her daughter’s hands. “I want you to take what should’ve been yours. What she stole. All those years we clothed her, fed her, raised her. And she repaid us by taking our shares, throwing Gerard in prison, and walking off with your life.”

“Did you forgot to mention to our dear grandfather that your whore is a fucking thief? Did you hide the truth about the stolen necklace that belongs to the family? Or maybe you retrieved the heirloom that our kind hearted grandfather gave to his closest confidant as a sign of your betrothal to her daughter. Did you get it back and plan to hide the truth for Gramps?” he asked in shock, his theory sounding so ridiculous and annoying. Of course he knows I would never retrieve this gift from my betrothed to give it to Selina.