All Chapters of Stealing My Life? Dream On!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The second Rambo strutted in, the whole room froze. Not a peep from the crowd.I flicked a look at Robert, the butler, and jerked my chin at the door. He got the hint and opened it. With a little smirk, I let the iron chain slide through my fingers. "Told you before—this isn't your playground. Scram."Brenda Bart shrieked and stormed over. "Claire Sinclair! What are you doing! These are my friends!"Her panicked little act only made me grin wider. "Your friends, your birthday—what's that got to do with my family?"Brenda gasped sharply; her eyes went wide. "Didn't you hear me? Tie up that stupid dog! Everyone's here for my party. Even if you're jealous, don't ruin the vibe!"The crowd murmured like a flock of pigeons, falling for her fake innocence. I didn't even blink, just started pacing with Rambo, steering Brenda's guests toward the exit."Jealous?" I scoffed. "Of you? Please. Why would I envy the maid's kid who doesn't even know who her dad is?"Once, I'd called Brenda fami

David's focus was glued to Brenda, so he was unaware of what I was doing. The second he saw her "unconscious" act, he stormed over and slapped me so hard my head snapped to the side. "You ungrateful brat! Brenda's always treated you like a sister, and this is how you repay her?"Just wait. When I get back, you'll regret this!"Without another word, he and Miranda scooped Brenda up, carried her to the car, and sped off in dramatic fashion.I rubbed my stinging cheek, smiling bitterly. Turning to Robert and the gawking servants, I didn't miss a beat."Time's up. The trash isn't burned, so congrats—you're all fired."Robert crossed his arms, unfazed, and shot back with a smug grin. "Maybe worry about yourself first. Who knows? You might be the first one tossed out of this house."Snickers rippled through the group, their mocking intent obvious.I smiled faintly, calm but sharp, and unclipped Rambo's leash. That was all it took. Rambo tore into action, barking ferociously as he ch

Brenda's eyes darted nervously between Mr. Moore and me, her body trembling slightly."Claire," she pleaded, "I just wanted to celebrate my birthday at home. Why do you have to treat me like this? Please, talk to the family for me..."Her pitiful act only earned a round of snickers and exchanged glances from the crowd."Wait, so you really are a fake heiress?" one classmate scoffed. "You were calling Claire a dog trainer this morning, and now you're begging for her help?""Are you serious?" another chimed in. "If you're just a maid's kid, what's the point of faking being rich?""I can't believe it! A maid's daughter slandering the real heiress as a dog trainer? If I were Claire, I wouldn't have stopped at letting the dog loose."Brenda's face burned red, her tears on the brink of spilling as she fumbled for a defense. But Mr. Moore wasn't having it."Brenda, why are you still standing here? Your family's butler is waiting for you in the records room."Robert?That didn't add u

Without a second thought, she let the phone drop to the ground and stomped on it, her heel crunching into the screen over and over.Then she leaned in close. "From the moment you set that dog on me, your fate was sealed, Claire. The Sinclair family heiress? That title belongs to me now. Always has, always will."She stepped back, a smug smile plastered across her face, like she was waiting for me to grovel or break.Before I could even get a word out, the wail of sirens blared from the school gates.Straightening my back, I met her gaze with the same smug look she had just given me."That's too bad, Brenda. The Sinclair family won't acknowledge a thieving maid's daughter as an heiress. And Robert? You're coming too."They both froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events.The look on their faces? Priceless. I'd been waiting for this moment ever since I caught wind of David's plan to donate a school building in Brenda's name. Déjà vu from my past life. Not this time. I'd already c

As soon as she saw me from a distance, Brenda's face twisted with hatred. She stormed over, shouting, "Claire Sinclair! Bet you didn't think I'd get out so fast, huh?"Not only am I free, but my father is coming to personally support me at the donation ceremony today. You? You're just a pathetic wannabe, trying to steal my identity. Go to hell!"I pretended to shrink back, my hands flying up like I was scared."Brenda, how did you get out so fast? The cops found dozens of gold bars hidden in your room! You had to have stolen those from my family!"Her laugh rang out."Claire, you still think you're some big-shot heiress? Please."Let me spell it out for you—the Sinclair family's world is mine now. From this moment on, there's no Claire Sinclair. There's only Brenda Sinclair."I gasped."Are you delusional? You're Brenda Bart. You're nothing but a maid's daughter. Stop dreaming about things that will never belong to you!"Her laughter grew louder. "Fool. There's so much you don