All Chapters of Stolen by My Holy Mother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I snatched the box, ripped it open, and stared inside.It was completely empty. A brand-new leather bag, identical to mine.No encrypted drive. No design sketches. Not even a single piece of scrap paper."Why the hell did Mrs. Smith send this?! Where is my actual briefcase?!" I spun around and glared at Evelyn."What are you screaming about? Mrs. Smith was being thoughtful!" Evelyn got up from the couch and smoothed down the new bag with a satisfied look. "She thought your old leather bag looked cheap, so she bought you a brand-new one out of her own pocket. As for your little sketches and flash drive, her granddaughter isn't done looking at them. She'll give them back in a few days.""A few days?!" All the blood rushed to my head. My eyes felt like they were going to burst. "My pitch is at nine today! Without my sketches and pass, I get automatically disqualified!""Then get disqualified! With your reputation in fashion, can't you just wing it?" Evelyn waved her hand like it was no bi

Those words hit me like a bucket of ice water.All my IDs were in that stolen briefcase! My phone was at the bottom of the pool. I couldn't even prove that I was Chloe, Lead Designer at L'étoile!Evelyn saw my pale face, her panic instantly vanishing into a cruel, triumphant smile.She adjusted her shawl, stepped closer, and called out so the whole street could hear:"Go ahead then! Show them your proof!"The officer's eyes turned completely cold when he saw my pale face and lack of ID."Ma'am, filing false police reports is illegal. Since this is a domestic issue, we're giving you a verbal warning," the officer said, glaring at me. "Stop wasting police time, or we will arrest you for disturbing the peace.""Officer, please!" My voice was raspy with rage. "My driver's license, badge, and sketches were in that briefcase! They took everything that proves who I am!" I pointed at Evelyn. "Just check neighbor Mrs. Smith’s house! The bag is right there!"He just gave me a cold look and turne

"Hands behind your head! Who called 911?!" Two NYPD officers burst into the conference room, hands on their holstered guns, scanning the room.Evelyn staggered back, her smug face turning into pure terror."I did, Officer." I stood by the phone, pointing straight at Evelyn and the pale Mrs. Smith. My voice stayed flat and deadly sharp. "These two just pulled off a multi-million-dollar grand larceny. They stole trade secrets from L'étoile and from me. My lawyers are sending the audio and security footage now."The officer whipped out his cuffs. "You two. Step forward. You're coming with us.""I am her mother! I didn't steal a thing! I did a good deed! It was God's will!" Evelyn screeched, thrashing like she was on fire as they locked her arms behind her. Her hair fell into a mess. "Chloe! You ungrateful bitch! How dare you arrest your own mother?!""Let me go... I was forced! Evelyn shoved the bag into my hands!" Mrs. Smith burst into ugly sobs, throwing Evelyn straight under the bus.T

On the other side of town, Evelyn had no idea what was coming.Clueless as ever, she actually bought Garrett's bullshit. She thought I’d run back to the office to beg for my job. So, she pranced over to the L'étoile building and tried to force her way up to the executive floor."Let me up! I'm the mother of your new Lead Designer, Lily!" Evelyn threw a fit in the lobby, clawing at a guard's face. "Tell that ungrateful brat Chloe to get her ass out here! Who gave her the right to freeze my cards?!""Ma'am, step back!" the guard yelled, pinning her arms."Hands off me! My daughter runs this place now! I'm here on behalf of God to take over—"Before she could finish her insane rant, two officers burst through the doors. Cold steel cuffs snapped around her wrists again. "Evelyn Vance, you're under arrest for trespassing and harassment. Come with us.""I was doing God's work! You can't touch me!" Evelyn screeched as they slammed her face-first onto the marble floor. Hair matted, clothes tor