The Stolen Heiress: A Mother's Fight

a day that should have been filled with joy, but instead, it felt like a chilling

ichard, methodically stripped us of everything: our fortune, our home, our very lives. He was poised to hand my family's legacy

ely injured, and finally, the staged car accident that stole our lives. Now, the phone rang, confirming the exact chilling details: Richard

olence – it was too much. But this time, a fierce, cold rage ignit

. With a heavy bronze statuette, I shattered the glass, then smashed the trinkets. "Tell Mr. Thorne," I commanded, "t