Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heiress

“She defended herself. And if you truly believed in protecting this family’s dignity, you wouldn’t have lowered yourself to stealing from her.” Liza gasped, scandalized. “Stealing? How dare you use that word with me!” “Shut up! You know nothing!” Liza snapped, her voice shrill with fury. “That girl is using you. You shouldn’t have allowed her to seduce you. If you had been more careful, that thief wouldn’t have forced you to buy these things. Wake up and smell the coffee, boy!” Blake’s expression darkened. “Enough, Grandma.” But she barreled on, ignoring his warning tone. “You think she loves you? Ha! She loves your money, your name, the status you give her. Everything she owns now, she owes

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

I pushed the mug aside, pressing my palms flat against the table as though I needed the wood to anchor me. “I won’t be erased anymore,” I said. My voice trembled, then steadied. “Not by the fire. Not by my uncle. Not even by my own fear. I’ve lived too long as half a woman—Isabella, a shadow of someone I barely understood. But I’m not just Isabella.” Mia’s brows drew together. “Then who are you?” I lifted my chin, the answer falling from me like it had waited years to be spoken. “I am Isabella—the survivor. But I am also Marisol—the Abram heiress they tried to destroy.”

Carmen played with her hair as she circled around him. “She is mine,” he hissed. “Cronous stole her.” “And he’ll keep her forever unless you change your strategy, Clyde. Brute force clearly isn't working for you,” Carmen said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

“Right, right, don’t worry! We’ll definitely deliver her on time! Damn, this girl’s prettier than expected. Even my brother and I are getting tempted! Hahaha—” Another pause. “How could we dare? We definitely won’t touch her! We’ll send her over untouched!” Fear crept into Isabella’s chest. CEO Durges? Suddenly, her mind flashed back to the incident at the Grand Pearl Hotel. Edwin Durges. The disgusting man she had accidentally encountered that night. Her expression darkened instantly. So he hadn’t given up. After failing once, he had actually gone as far as kidnapping her. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was exactly what had happened.

"He likes to show off his feathers before he strikes. Let him show off. I have Marcus positioned in the server room, and Chloe is already inside. We play the part until the music stops." ​The moment we stepped onto the red carpet, the wall of camera flashes was blinding. The paparazzi screamed my name—or rather, they screamed the name the tabloids had given me: The Cinderella Hacker. Julian didn't rush. He led me up the grand marble staircase of the estate with a slow, agonizing deliberate pace. He wanted them to see every inch of us. He wanted them to see the gold gown I had stolen from Sarah Sterling’s grasp.

But then, Emperor Carl and Queen Lilly walked into the stables. Ella (Rosabella) double-take towards their way, and she knew straight away that something was in the air as she asked. "What is wrong, Your Majesties" Queen Lilly knew that Ella (Rosabella) had not been inside of the house at all, and she remembered the look on one of Ella (Rosabella)'s stepsisters' faces as she spoke. "One of my necklaces that I have brought with me has been stolen, and your stepsisters, as well as your stepmother, have said that you stole it. But you have been out here all this time, and you can't be in two places at once." Ella (Rosabella) immediately knew that one of her stepsisters must have done it, and sh

Noel said. “And?” I snapped, trying to hide the surprise in me. “She’s not the thief,” Noel added, shocking me. “Her stepsister Scarlett stole the pendant and sold it to her friend Licia, who recognized it as the pack heirloom and returned it.” “She’s not the thief? What if I had killed her?” I asked, wide eyed, trying to process what I had just heard. I let out a long breath and leaned back in my seat. “How did you find this out?”

Ignoring the older woman's tirade, she shakes her head. It was a whim to have approached them, but she felt they needed to hear her mind. "No matter what victory you achieved today, you can't deny the fact that I'm capable of stealing from you. The famous heiress was once beaten by just a commoner. Don't ever forget that I stole your man. You're such a loser who just got lucky" Alice mockingly sneered while glancing at Justin beside her.