Romans & histoires Stolen Heir Sophie Lark

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

“Catherine. You always believed in me. Unlike them. Tell them, Catherine. Tell them I could never hurt a child.” Catherine covered her mouth, tears streaming. “She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.” My mother,, leaned toward the phone, voice trembling. “Sophia, honey… please. Whatever happened, we can work it out as a family. Just bring Lily back. She’s your niece. Your blood.” Sophia’s tone turned venomous. “Niece? She should have been mine. Eve stole everything. Damon, the life, the future. Now I have the one thing she loves most. Ten million, and the public confession. Or Lily stays with me. Forever.”

The way he had looked at me in the dark, like I was something worth protecting—even when neither of us knew who the other was. It was him. He was the man from that night. Alice shifted in my arms, sensing the change in me. “Mama?” she whispered. The room swayed. Ace took a step toward me, his expression unreadable. “Lily—” “Oh, don’t,” Sophie cut in sweetly. “Don’t pretend this is some tragic love story. It’s not. It’s just proof.” “Proof of what?” Ace asked coldly. “That she’s always been this way,” Sophie said. “Clinging to men with power. First Zane. Now you.”

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

] [If she can pull that off, I'll wash my hair upside down. Cecilia only smiled faintly. "Got it. Tyson's wish has been received. Sincerity brings miracles. Please wait for the good news." The second winner was Jane, the most popular girl in the literature department. In a soft, almost shy voice, she said, "I wish Liam Chapman would confess to me. I've liked him for a long time." Liam was the son of a school board member; he was rich, famous, and never short on female attention.

I hid nearby and clearly saw Lynn holding the child! Then she turned toward me. "Lynn, how could you be so heartless and send the child away? He was your own nephew!" "And he was your own grandson! How could you not care?" Sophie shrieked hysterically, "Shut up, all of you! My son is Miles Harper. It’s him! Lynn, you tricked me! You must have!" Beside her, Victor growled, "How could a son of mine end up in a welfare center? Sophie, if you don’t give me an explanation today, I won’t let you go."

Sophie bent over the babies, her hand trembling slightly as she touched the fake bundle. "You... you ruined everything..." she hissed under her breath. The hidden microphones captured every venomous word. "I was supposed to be Mrs. Drake! You filthy little pests stole him from me! But don’t worry... once you disappear, he'll realize he belongs to me. I’ll make sure you’re never found!" She gripped the fake babies tightly, hatred burning in her eyes. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed across the garden. "That's enough, Sophie." She froze.

“Just thinking about how much Ethan will love having a ‘brother.’ Or perhaps… a cousin?” I saw her muscles tingle under the massage therapist’s hands. She didn’t answer. The second phase of the heist took place in the locker room. Sophie had managed to infiltrate the spa’s temporary staff, dressed in the uniform of a clinical nurse. As I walked out to “check on the tea,” she met me in the hallway, handing me a sealed medical envelope. “The truth is in there,” Sophie whispered, her eyes sharp behind her glasses. “And it’s better than we hoped. The baby isn’t a Blackwood. Not even close.”

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

Drew stared at his damaged computer, feeling frustrated and angry. He had no one else to blame but himself. He couldn't ask Melody why she didn't remove the chip from the phone when the warning popped up because he was the one who had told her to leave it there for five minutes, and she had taken it out immediately after five minutes. He had lost all the important information in his phone, but he found solace in one thing: he had managed to take down the details of the Ferris contract, which had originally been meant for him but was stolen by Andre.