Tara lyle book 1 (Owns it all)

When Tara Lyle returns home to assume her family responsibilities, she is struck by the whirlwind of activity within the villa and the family businesses. Confidently hoping to take charge of everything, she soon discovers that each passing day brings forth new challenges and unexpected complications. Amidst the chaos, there is Maximus Simmons, a young man she feels compelled to keep close as she navigates the management of the Lyle villa and pursues a dream she holds dearer than anything else. In the intricate tapestry of the Tara Lyle book series, every moment unfolds with a promise of adventure. Grateful for the time you, dear readers, invest in my books, I have decided to present complete works for each book series I own. I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of

"I believe you would love to confirm if your father did lend it a signature," he mumbled."No, it's alright, Mr. Lodoff. You can proceed."Laying his eyes out of the pair of glasses gazing at me, he opened the second envelope. It was rather small but bumpy, leaving us all wondering what was really on the inside. As he tore it open, out fell a small piece of paper that he hurriedly picked up and loudly read:"This be opened and read by my daughter, Tara Marinda Lyle. Privately it initiated."As it ended, we all gazed at him, eager to peek at what was inside the envelope."Hand it over, sir," demanded Edward, the guild maid.He then smoothly handed me the envelope. To my startle, on the inside was a black candle, a key, and a few more papers, prompting me to request to be left alone for the moment.Inside my very own envelope was a long note that read:"You might be a young child, but you're valuable. You are what our world needs. By now, as you read this letter, I may be dead or missing

It was around eight-thirty when Mr. Edward himself came to rouse me from my slumber. "Come have breakfast with me, dear," he exclaimed with a knock at my door as I gazed through the window of my bedroom. My room, situated on the last floor of the mansion, offered a view through the window that faced the villa fields adorned with yellow flowers. Over twenty workers were diligently tending to the fields, and at the far end, my attention was drawn to a young man seated with his back to the front, appearing lost in thought and disturbed by his work. I walked out of my room, finding Mr. Edward waiting, turned with the support of his walking stick, gazing at me. "Breakfast. I shall pass," I said, locking my room door behind me. "You can go on. Have your breakfast, Mr. Edward. I will be by the fields if you need to find me." "Alright. Head on, then. I'll be with you in a few minutes." I walked past him, and outside, I slowed to the other side of the field, my attention fixed on meeting

"Not that much of the matter, Miss Lyle. I just feel a little ill," he responded. "Where do you stay? What do you do around this house, Simmons?" I inquired. "Mr. Lyle let me stay around here ten months ago. Sorry for your loss, miss. He got me from Frosthaven, where I used to work among the Dimwharf army. I don’t really do anything around this house, and ever since his passing, I’m rarely fed." I fell silent for a moment, listening to him speak. He was dressed in a beige shirt that clung to his body and a pair of gentle pants. His hair was a little longer than that of the other boys I had seen before. I noticed his stance in a few blinks, but what caught my eye was his voice. He spoke in a rather feminine tone that prompted me to inquire. "Why do you sound very feminine if you don’t mind my concern?" I asked, and he responded bluntly. "Is it bad if I may ask?" "No, not really. It’s not a bother. Where do you reside around this house? I remember asking." "Here and there. Sometim

"The Duchess of Eklane? Inside this villa?" I questioned. "Yes. Princess Willette Duskwick I. She lives inside this very house. You haven't met her? The young man Maximus Simmons?" Nodrig uttered. "What about young Simmons?" I inquired. "You've never met Willette Duskwick before? How did that slip my mind?" he proceeded, tapping his forehead. "Of course, I have never. How would I?" "Never mind my disturbed thoughts right now, Miss Lyle. I'm kind of unstable, I guess." "What really brought you here, Mr. Berylbane?" "Oh, yes. It's about Frosthaven, Miss. We can't seem to find all the gold we had from months ago. The Frosthaven warehouse is empty," he explained. "Who do you think took it all?" I asked timidly. "It can't be the Dimwharf army. They haven't crossed a foot around the caves. We all believe that someone who knows what goes on around the Lyle family did. Do you trust Mr. Edward?" he asked as I deemed in denial. "Yes, of course! It can't be him. My father trusted him th