The Stolen Heiress Novels & Stories

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 It sounded ruthless, maybe even outdated.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.”

Before I could look up at him, he was gone. Leaving me with the dying reporter. “Stay still I'm going to call for help." I said quickly. She looked at me, recognition dawning even through pain. “It was you,” she whispered hoarsely. My world tilted. “You’re the Carter heiress.”

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye

My suit was just pressed when I got to Reid Industries, and I was already planning for eventualities. The faint sound of my footfall as soon as I entered the foyer served as a reminder of how vulnerable we had become. Ethan's antics were no longer an annoyance; rather, they posed a direct risk to Sophia's security and the meticulously maintained incognito she still maintained. Marta, my assistant, greeted me at the elevators with a somber look on her face. "You must see this, sir." She gave me a tablet with a breaking-news push alert on it( "Uncovering the Mysterious Heiress: Barista 'Sophia Thomas' Is not Who She Says She Is")

Returning for a second foray she picked up the Clarice Cliff ornaments the old woman had loved and she hated but knew they were valuable so they were stuffed in her suitcase too. She did not get out of the door, two burly security guards stopped her and took the case from her she was furious when Beresford went through it removing the priceless jewellery, ‘These belong to Lady Alcina the heir to the Estate and not you Annabella, leave now and I will not report the theft to the police.’ She was escorted from the castle to her Clio car, gazing enviously at the Rolls and limousine parked nearby she scowled, ‘All of this was hers by right and she would find a way to get it back from that little

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

Last night Jewelry heist is the talk of the town, I call it heist because a 50,000,000$ worth of necklace was stolen, A property of the Queen of Buckingham, A national treasure that was worn only once and it was proudly stolen by me. I closed my laptop, gently sipping the hot coffee, A faint smile appeared on my face as I admire the treasure currently laying in my hand, I put away the necklace into the hidden compartment in the room and stood up to straighten my dress, grabbing my bag as I walked out of the room, My phone starts to ring and I signal at my house help, giving her my bag as I placed the phone against my ear "Speak!" I put on my shades with my free hand and walked towards my car

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."

My world had narrowed to the woman standing at the apex of the Grand Staircase. Maria looked like a ghost that had clawed its way back to the land of the living. Dust matted her hair, and her gown—the one she’d worn to look like the perfect heir—was shredded and gray. But as she stood there, backlit by the flickering chandeliers, she didn't look broken. She looked like a queen who had just survived an assassination. In her hand, she gripped the encrypted drive. The Moreno Ledger. The digital soul of a monster.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.