The Stolen Heiress Novels & Stories

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He pushed me against the wall, his eyes like a cyclone forming in the emerald seas. “You can flash that poisonous smile and blink those evil eyes all you want. I know who you are, Vera, Vee, whatever the hell you call yourself, you little thief.” “Well. Hello to you too, prince. Nice to meet you again.” I mean, I must have been unforgettable. So there was nothing else to do. No point in pretending anymore. “Nice? Nice. You stole the most precious family heirloom, and you left me half-” He stopped halfway, and a flush adorned his cheeks, making my stomach clench in need.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

The one everyone in this mansion seemed to wear whenever I mentioned it. A sigh escaped me. “Let me guess, you want to tell me that they’re not lying, and I really am Elara Williams,” I said quietly. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, a brief silence stretching between us. Then she offered me the gentlest smile. “I think…” She adjusted the towel over her arm. “…you should think whatever brings you peace for now, Miss Heather.” It wasn’t exactly a denial, but it wasn’t an answer either. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back against the tub.

"You give the house to her, what do I get?" "You live in the house Nathan bought you. This one goes to Juliet." "No." Vivien shoved into the room and put a finger in my face. "Juliet Thorne. I'm telling you right now. This house doesn't leave this family." "It's mine." "You — you're not blood. You don't get to take what's ours." I looked at her. I smiled. "I'm not taking it." "Mom. I really don't want it." "Don't make this harder."

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.

The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister. "Raina!" My mother again, more frantic now. And beneath it, I heard footsteps—my stepfather's heavy boots thundering up the stairs. The spell broke. I spuned away from the window and ran for the door, my mind suddenly flooding with survival instinct. The house lurched beneath my feet—an actual physical lurch, as if the ground itself was trembling. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and I heard the crack of wood splitting as the structure groaned under stress.

"I knew it, I knew you could not afford any of this the minute you walked in. Yo are a thief." My mouth fell open. "What? No! I am not a thief! I have a card I just dropped it somewhere and if you could excuse me I could go find it!" I say with a hiss, deeply offended by her accusations. “You’re not going anywhere! You theif, you’re going to learn your lesson today and I will make sure of that” she says grabbing on my wrist. “Let go of me! Get your filthy hands off of me, how dare you accuse me when you have no proof?” I spat.

If Alec wanted a place in it, he would learn to stand beside her—not in front of her. And if the Stonehaven world came for them, it would learn a lesson it had never bothered to learn before. Maid's daughters don't bow. Not anymore.

“Bro, remember the Voice of the Night we saw yesterday? Guess whose car that was?” Hindi man lang siya nilingon ni Gabe. “Definitely not yours.” “Exactly! It’s Luna’s the Valencia heiress herself!” Saglit na natahimik si Gabe. Naalala niya ang maliit na batang babaeng minsang naghatid kay Miguel noon sa eskwela, maliit, masayahin, at palaging may dala-dalang candy. Ngayon, nineteen na, confident, successful, at muli nilang makakasama.