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All Chapters of I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
Elara's POV I weave my way through the crowded hall. A place this magnificent costs more than the life earnings of a hundred men. Yet, the rich and influential use it for display. The soft strains of jazz music float through the hall. I feel a little out of place, in my dazzling red dress which costs no more than a few dollars. Looking around, I try to see if anyone notices the difference between the cheap material and the thousand-dollar dresses adorning everyone else in the room. Nobody pays any attention to me, all focused on showing off their wealth. A deep baritone voice suddenly cuts through my self-judgment. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are welcome to my 28th birthday party. We are family, and I hope you all feel free." The crowd breaks out in cheers, applauding the man who steals the room's attention with his captivating silver eyes, his affluent accent, and his elegant attire. They have to. Of course, he just said they belong to one family. The wealthy as one and the poo
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Elara's POVMy heart clenches with each thud as the footsteps draw closer to the door. Sprinting to my feet, I hide the wallet in my bag and rush towards the bed, lifting the covers and sprawling against Lorenzo.His broad body takes up much space as he's lying in the middle, so I have to lie on him. His body feels surprisingly cold, and if not for the warmth of his breath against my forehead, I would think he is a corpse.My eyebrows furrow as my mind erupts in thoughts: could it be the effect of the drug? But the packet says only headache and slight dizziness may occur as side effects, and that would only be when the person wakes up.A loud knock on the door breaks through my train of thought, my eyes widening while my heart feels like it's about to explode. "Lorenzo! Lorenzo, you in there? I know you're having fun and all, but it's just 15 minutes to cake cutting, so hurry your ass up."My breath hitches, and I feel sweat trickling down my skin. The man outside expects us to be...
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Elara's POV The voice sounds again from the entrance to the alley, sharp and furious. "What the hell is going on here?" My heart rate quickens. I sink further into the wall, feeling the roughness pressing into my back. Whoever this guy is, he sounds furious. I would never want to be on his bad side. I sneak a peek over the edge of the chair shielding me and see the man from earlier—Lorenzo’s guard—staring at the stranger. "Answer me, damnit!" the stranger bellows, causing me to jump. The guard stumbles over his words, unsure. "I—I was just looking for a—" "Get out of my house," the stranger snaps. His tone causes me to shudder. How scary is this man? The guard mutters something and hurries away, leaving just me, the stranger, and the silence. My palms grow sweaty, my mind reeling with all the things that could happen to me. He must be the owner of this place. Of course, I should have known. "Are you planning on staying there forever? Or are you waiting for an invitation?"
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Elara's POVMy brain screams at me to run, but my legs are frozen. I fist my little bag until my knuckles turn white. Lorenzo Russo is in my house, sitting as if he owns the place."Are you going to stand there the whole night?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Come in and take care of your guests, Mia Cara."I don't move; my mind is running wild with thoughts of all the things he could do to me. "W-what a-are y-you doing in my house?" I stammer, silently cursing myself for appearing weak in front of this intimidating billionaire.Lorenzo gets up from the chair, his gaze locked on me as he starts striding over to where I'm standing. My eyes widen, and I can hear my own heart pumping hard, as if I'd been running for hours. Finally coming to my senses, I turn on my heel, bolting out the door.It doesn't take five seconds for me to bump into two huge men in black suits, arms crossed as they patiently wait to drag me back to their boss. Well, shit. But maybe I can still try to run. I can out
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Elara's POVMy parents used to tell me to be cautious around wealthy people because they were frequently manipulative and could easily disrupt your life if they wanted to. As I stood now before Lorenzo Russo, hands trembling and my heart pounding against my chest, I realized that I should have listened. After using the money, I had discarded the wallet into a river while laughing like a maniac as I enjoyed the sweet taste of revenge. I hadn't bothered to check if there was anything else inside. And now here I was, regretting all my life choices as I tried to figure out what to do."Mr Russo," I stammer, gulping down a large amount of air. "You must be mistaken, sir. I am sure your picture must be in another one of your wallets. Surely you have more than one, right?"Lorenzo Russo's hardened face turns even colder, the expression strong enough to send a shiver coursing down my spine. "I believe you want to play with me, Walker. That picture is very important to me and is the only one
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Elara's POV I walk into Lorenzo's office building at exactly 8:30 a.m. the next day. My plan is to make him see me as a great and obedient employee, and then, when he isn’t aware, I'll strike hard. The office is furnished with dark wood furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and the most magnificent view of the city below. As I knock on the door, I can’t shake the feeling that something significant awaits me on the other side. “Come in,” Lorenzo calls, his voice commanding. I push the door open and step inside, only to freeze at the sight before me. Seated in front of Lorenzo is a woman with sleek black hair and an air of confidence that feels familiar. But I can’t quite see her face from where I stand. “Good morning, Mr. Russo,” I chirp, forcing a smile as I step further into the room. My eyes flicker back to the woman, a growing unease settles within me. “Have a seat, Walker,” Lorenzo says, his gaze sharp as it locks onto mine. My eyes widen in disbelief as I finally see the face
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Elara's POV I stand frozen in Lorenzo's office, Nina's gaze prickling against my skin. I hadn’t expected them to come back so soon. And if Nina was here already, then Lorenzo should be coming up soon. Nina's smirk drops, and she narrows her eyes at me. "Cat got your tongue, Elara?" Hearing my name from her lips makes my stomach turn. It's her fault I'm in this condition. Although, I'm glad because now I can prevent some other families from becoming homeless and jobless. Now I just need to figure out how to evade this sly snake. Think, Elara. Think! "Well, I came to look for..." I trail off, my eyes darting around as I search desperately for anything that will make my lie believable. Nina raises a brow. "Look for what in Lorenzo's office, Elara?" My eyes land on some files sitting idly on his desk, and relief washes over me. "Some files I forgot in here, Nina. When he told me to work on the Portal project, I didn’t collect all the files." As I say this, I scurry to the desk and p
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Elara's POVEarly the next day, I stand outside Lorenzo's office. After one last look in the mirror this morning, I know exactly what I currently look like. My eyes have heavy bags under them, and my entire body feels weak. I didn't sleep last night. I stayed awake trying to find ways to sabotage Lorenzo's project. All my plans led to dead ends.I step inside, my eyes meeting Lorenzo's. A mix of disgust and admiration rushes through me. Although I hate Lorenzo so much for his evil acts against the innocent, I can't deny that he looks yummy and delicious. With those bulging muscles, sharp grey eyes that look like they're piercing through my clothes, and that toned chest peeking out of his shirt, I can't help the heat that rushes to my core. Stupid Elara! Focus!“Elara, we’re heading to the East Side today. I need you to prepare for the site assessment.” His voice suddenly cuts through my thoughts. Gosh, Elara. Get a grip, you horny dog. How can you admire the same man you're supposed t
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Elara’s POV“Auntie Elara is here!“Alice shouts, and in an instant, a small stampede rushes toward me.” Tiny arms wrap around my legs, my waist, anywhere they can reach. I smile radiantly before opening my arms to embrace them in a warm group hug.I plant kisses on their foreheads, ruffling their hair. "I missed you all so much, my little angels.""Auntie Elara, what are you doing here?" one of the younger girls asks, her wide eyes gleaming with curiosity.I sense my heart rate increase. Gradually, I lift my eyes and observe Mother Annabelle and the other caretakers and older children gazing at me. Their faces are set into tight glares as their eyes move back and forth from me to Lorenzo.“Children, come here,” Mother Annabelle calls, her arms open and her voice urgent. The kids hesitate for a moment, wondering what is happening, but the edge in Mother Annabelle’s tone leaves no room for stubbornness. She repeats herself, louder this time. “Now, children! Come behind me. We don't asso
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Elara's POVThe walk to Mother Annabelle's office is nerve-wracking and short. I spend the whole time thinking about what to say and how to prove that I am an ally and not a foe.The second Mother Annabelle sits down, my heart rate spikes. This is the moment of truth. I just hope they believe me. They have to believe me. I'm their daughter.Clearing my throat, I start, "Mother, I really—"She holds up her hand, cutting me off. After exchanging a glance with Mother Esther, who quietly walks to the door and locks it, she turns to me. "Elara, I am deeply disappointed in you. What has this community done to you? Did we wrong you that you chose to side with the enemy and ruin us?"I can't bear to see the looks of hurt on their faces, so I focus my gaze on the table. Mother Esther sighs and walks toward me. Holding my hands gently, she asks, "El, you are one of the most respectful and kind-hearted children this orphanage has ever raised. I know that living here was not easy. But we trained
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