Heart Heist - The Beginning
Where the Heart Heist started...
Ruth sat in her chair, staring at her bank balance on her phone. All those zeros. Mothers’ death felt unreal. She sighed a deep sigh. She could hear her voice in her ear, buy a house, buy a house.
But there was one thing Ruth had to do before house purchases. She smiled craftily.
Revenge.
Ruth had never forgiven those women who tried to entrap her husband. Trying to take him from her. They hadn’t succeeded. He was dozing on the sofa, beer by his side. What a catch!
So, she devised a plan. A cunning plan. One that meant she could get away with murder.
Ruth knew she would need some help. George, the mechanic, was first. She arranged a time to meet him at the local pub. Next, she phoned her contact in London. She would help her construct her “museum”- by borrowing a Russian oligarch's London home.
It had cost Ruth a few of those zeros to make it happen, but she didn’t care. Sweet revenge. Her bitter heart didn’t care about the families, the friends, or the deaths she would wreak on her unsuspecting victims. Her “heart heist” had to be done.
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Ruth Stewart
Never one to do one thing at a time, I'm currently writing a horror novel and a book of poetry for the daughters of narcissists. Come back soon for a link to be included in all my news, on Vocal and elsewhere. I'd love to get to know you!
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Oooo, I loved the backstory!! I'll have to read the first one again. And he sounded like 'such a catch' hahaha. Wonderful beginning :)
Wow the husband sounds like quite "the catch!" lol Made me smile. Ruth is a woman on a mission. Intriguing story ❤️ and looking forward to reading more 😊
I read this then had to go find the first story! These are fantastic, love the plot and the unsuspecting villain.
Love this...how you led into the first part by laying out the setup. Well done, lovely!
Interesting and compelling short story. Love the words 'heart heist'.
Ah, the setup! Well done!
Whoaaa, that was awesomeeee! Also, should Paul be scared and should I be worried? 🤣