The Stolen Heiress's Revenge の小説・ストーリー

Unless… I blinked, the realization hitting me like a freight train. Revenge. Roman, as if reading the shift in my expression, chuckled softly. “She looked like a total badass, boss,” he said, leaning casually against the wall again. “I saw some pictures. She walked in there like she owned the place. Like she was about to burn the entire Jones family to the ground for messing with her.” My lips twitched, and I smirked. Yes, revenge. And if Aurora was there to get revenge, she wasn’t just aiming for the petty kind of humiliation that Elena thrived on. No. The only revenge that would truly shake the Jones family to its core was tied to the secret they’d been keeping from everyone. The secret on

I took it with a heavy heart and left his office. After reaching my aunts' home through a cab, I went straight to my room. Aunt was probably busy with something, while Ethan and Damein must be sleeping because of their night duty. I put my file on the table and opened the book I had brought along with me and started reading through it. It was a murder case where a husband killed her wife for stealing his money. But why? I asked myself. I mean how a wife stole that money which her husband is earning for her, or he is not providing her enough for living so she stole it, and he got furious and killed her. She died on the spot. I don't why he gave me such a simple case, or maybe it is simple so

She didn't walk; she marched, her cane tapping a steady, rhythmic cadence against the floor. She took the oath with a voice that didn't tremble. She sat, her eyes fixed on the judge, refusing to grant Vincenzo the mercy of her gaze. “He didn’t just steal money,” she told the court, her voice carrying a resonance that silenced the room. “He stole identities. He built a kingdom out of the lives of children, rewrote history with a golden pen, and convinced us that blood didn't matter as much as influence.” She paused, her eyes finally flicking to me, then to Catrina. “He turned my own blood against itself. He used my daughter’s grief as a playground for his ambition.”

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

“Don’t cry. You need to be strong right now.” I press my gaze to my hands, taking a slow, steadying breath. “I’m not crying.” Taking one of the tissues from his hand, I dab at the corners of my eyes. He holds out the stack again, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Need more?” I smirk. “No, thanks. Keep it as your payment.” “Wow,” he chuckles, eyebrows raised. “First payment from the Smith heiress. I should feel honoured.” He folds the tissue and slips it carefully into his wallet, like it’s treasure. His actions remind me of Adrian.

She paused. “Say it!” I snapped, my heart racing. “…the thief whore who stole his heir.” She responded. I chuckled, the sound bitter and cold. Of course, he was going to call me a whore. Bastard! I looked away from them, my mind spinning. He was here. I had to protect these women. I brought them here. I came up with the revenge scheme. I did all of this. “Fine, let me see him.” “What?” Stella shouted, rushing toward me and grabbing my arm.

Ethan catching us in the mansion would ruin my plans. I snapped towards the window, and my eyes narrowed at how wide and large it was. I pushed her to it, pulling it open. I carried her onto the balcony. *** We managed to escape, and we were back in my mansion. The party was over, and Keith was going through the signet to see if it had been tampered with. "This is it, the original signet of Mr Coleman. You have a pretty good chance of getting everything back with this." She beamed at his words, the hope of finally being in reach lighting up her eyes.

he stammers, raising his hand to slap me, only for it to be hung up in the air by Helena. “Don’t even think about it,” Helena says, her voice calm but deadly serious. Helena is more like my bodyguard, a trained assassin. He struggles against her, his pride refusing to let him back down. “Let go of me, you bitch... do you know who you’re doing this to!” he spits, trying to pull his hand free. Helena’s response is immediate. She tightens her grip, crushing his fingers with a force that makes him gasp. The arrogance drains from his face as pain takes over, his eyes widening in shock.

“Enough to put him back on his feet.” I turned to Jake, my tone flat. “Did you take her jewelry?” He stepped toward me, voice low. “Amelia, you know I–” “Keep your distance.” I held my hand up sharply. He froze, then backed away. “I’m anything but a thief,” he muttered, his eyes darting to the ground. Logan scoffed from behind me. “Yeah, right.” Kevin’s tone grew almost seriously. “Sir, theft in this hotel is no small matter. You could be arrested. We do not tolerate it. When my manager arrives–”