The Stolen Heiress Novels & Stories

The maid did not say anything even when Eira went upstairs. There were many rooms upstairs. Eira carefully looked everywhere, and she would even secretly open the doors to take a look. Finally, she found Joy and Delmont's master bedroom. Through the gap between the door and its frame, Sabrina could see that there were quite a lot of treasures on Joy's vanity. Eira tip-toed and entered her father and Joy's room. After she got in, only then did she notice that there were watches, rings, and gold necklaces on the vanity. What should she take? Eira was incomparably surprised. She might as well take the biggest one! Eira picked up a gold necklace, looked at it in her hands, and just could not hol

Hoping someone will show up, I looked around the time it was fully furnished and well decorated. The door opened, I quickly grabbed the table lap as a weapon. I held it up as the person's face came up in view.. “Stella?,” I called frowning, she smiled. “Why?! .Why did you do this?!!,” I asked, and she laughed. “Me?!. You wanted to know why I did this. You stole everything from me, suddenly you were the richest heiress and then you stole Alaric from me!!,” “People like you don't deserve anything good”. She touched my face.

And now, more than ever, I was determined to find out what it was. Even if it destroyed me. Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Stolen Heiress: Blood Secrets! 💖 Your support, comments, and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to write more. This story is just beginning to unravel, and I promise you there are so many more shocking discoveries, intense twists, and heart-pounding moments waiting ahead. If you're enjoying Celine and Lucien's journey, please show your support by voting, commenting, and sharing the story. It really helps the book reach more readers! More secrets. More tension. More fire. See you in the next chapter. Mel❤️

Everyone will betray me, in the end, even him. I rose and headed into the hallway, needing to assess the mansion's layout, find any secrets, any potential escape routes should he decide to kill me. I turned and saw three maids staring. Their gazes were cold, unwelcoming. The brown-haired maid rolled her eyes, and they began to whisper, not even bothering to hide it. "She's the Sterling heiress... the broke heiress." "Oh, I've heard about her," another chimed in. "The boss probably bought her. It's obvious what she offers him. Her body." They laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 1 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

Miss Apion smiles and nods to Hilda in gesture. Miss and Mr. Apion exchange meaningful looks. They revolve around and stalk down the open-floor foyer, vanishing down the same hallway that they came from. “If you will follow me,” Hilda directs and extends an arm to the dual stairway. Her hair is completely silver despite the few defiant sienna strands that refuse to lose its lustre. Hilda turns and leads us in the same direction that the other maidservants went in, stringing us along up the left staircase. My eyes drift over the intricate iron design of the polished railing beside us, sumptuously webbed all the way to our stop at the second landing.

"I've never seen that version of you before! Fierce, unwilling to back down and never letting your enemies go Scot free! I love that spirit, Bianca!" As Phil said this, I smiled at his words but all of a sudden, Phil’s expression shifted. From proud expression to confusion. Immediately, He took the phone from me and scoffed. “But isn’t this a little bit weird, Bianca?” I turned to him. “What is that? I mean, what’s weird?” “Zoey Raven!” Phil replied. “Isn’t it weird that someone like her—with a heiress title—would go to the extent of stealing from the man she claims to love? And not just that, but selling what she stole from him for fifty million dollars?”

When I thought my condition couldn't get worse, then it did. I, Bella, the heiress of the Greenwich pack had been dumped in this messy place for the past several hours, and my crime was stealing a worthless trinket. Inside my chest of drawers, which was seized by Baron, were several jewelry and heirlooms, an ostentation I never missed wearing. Why on earth will I steal a worthless trinket? My cell smelled like the refuse ground at the back of the fortress, and except for the lullaby from the mosquitoes, and the scurrying footsteps of the rats, it was as silent as a graveyard.

That okay sounded somehow I knew he was going to turn the matchine on I felt my body shaking uncontrollably I just knew that one shock I'm dead. Me: t..the girl. yam. Zulu: switch the damn matchine off he's talking Suddenly the matchine stopped . Mseleku: you were saying.? Me: yamisa t... Took everything from me she stole everything even my apartments. That's a lie she only took the guns but the police had to hijack her and bring them back to me I'm still looking for that girl she made a fool out of me and I think lying to these shiit can save my life and my wife also speaking my wife where is she.?

Jasmine thanked him, turned, and walked outside the company. "That's Jasmine. Do you know about the fake heiress case six years ago? It was all over the news; it was all about her." "She's the woman who swapped her life with a real heiress for over twenty years, a thief with a criminal record, and only a high school diploma." "How dare she show her face at Stellar Enterprises?" Jasmine kept her head down. These people were talking as if they didn't care if she could hear them. "I heard she knows how to please men. Apparently, among the rich upper class in the