The Stolen Heiress Novels & Stories

“What fucking money?” “The one you stole.” She chuckled, “did you see me take any money?” “No, but-” “But nothing! Girl, look, you should be lucky that I decided to give you a free session, but don't you ever assume that I stole from you. What do you possibly have that I can take?” “Three thousand dollars, and a watch worth ten times more.” Loretta shook her head, and giggled. “You must be high on something. Get out.”

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

My wrists were bare, but the weight of the accusations, the theft of the Thorne family anklet felt heavier than any iron shackles. The officers behind their high desks were busy filing paperworks, their movements sluggish and indifferent. To them, I was just another gold-digger caught in the crosshairs of a powerful family. They didn't see the woman who had spent the last three years silently mapping the vulnerabilities of the Thorne empire. They didn't see the Blackwood Heiress. They saw a nuisance and a thief in a wine-stained dress.

I know that issue but I am not sure about the details because it happened at the same time I have problems with my parents trying to ruin my relationship with Rajiv. I was all messed up at that time so I didn't really care about what was happening around me. I was just crying to cope up with the pain inside my room for the whole time. I just learned what happened after a month. I heard it from our maids but I didn’t ask for any details because I know that it has nothing to do with me. They said that the heiress of the Casiella was dead. It was all because Hector was obsessed with her and when he learned that she was already married to someone else in secret, he couldn’t accept it so he kidna

His voice was steady, deliberate, every word carrying weight. "You’d better listen carefully. Stellar was never some country girl. She is the one and only heiress of the Rivers family—the rightful one who was stolen from us as a child!" There was dead silence. For a moment, it felt as though the entire hall had frozen. Every person present stood in stunned disbelief. "The Rivers family…? From Southport?" someone whispered. "The billionaire Rivers family?" Another guest gasped. "She… she’s the heiress?" Across the room, William and Margaret looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

"We've retrieved you because you are a perfect genetic match for the Emperor of EN-4396. Therefore, you are going to become the new Empress." Sure, little old Ellis Steward, soon to be a lawyer for the oppressed people was going to be part of the royalty. If that was not the biggest celestial fuck you possible, she didn't know what was. "I'm offended. Did you think I would jump at joy?" she scoffed. "You can't hold me against my will. That's kidnapping. I can sue you." She patted her sides for her cell phone but soon realized that she didn't have pockets. In reality, she wasn't even wearing the same clothes from the beach. Instead, she had been adorned in a silver shimmery tunic similar to t

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.