Romans & histoires Bikers Hidden Heiress

Two little girls stood beside each other. One was Amelia. The other was Eva. But behind them stood three adults. Her mother. Richard. And Samuel. Eva stared at Samuel. “He was there.” “Yes,” Margaret said. Eva turned the photograph over. There was a handwritten message. THE FIRST HEIR WILL BE WATCHED. THE SECOND HEIR WILL BE HIDDEN. WHEN THEY FIND EACH OTHER, THE ARCHIVE WILL OPEN. Eva's heart pounded. “The second heir.” She looked at Amelia. “That was me.”

The crowd noise dropped by several degrees. The Hayabusa. Suzuki's 1999 superbike, six units produced globally, five of them damaged beyond recovery. One remaining. The single most sought-after collector's motorcycle in the world, and the one that every serious rider with serious money had tried and failed to locate for the better part of two decades. The owner had no public profile. No known contacts. The bike existed in the category of things that people in this world spent years chasing and never found. Zachary caught the helmet one-handed without looking at it.

Alice cackled. Henry and Bianca were both muted as they stole glimpses of each other in the white car. The road was so quiet, they hardly saw a vehicle drive by. It was a long ride for them. Henry keeps on checking the time on the stolen wristwatch. He grunts as he noticed they only spent a minute together, he huffed a sigh stealing another glimpse again. “I was able to track his location, he's a wealthy man in Switzerland now” Henry broke the silence, focusing his gaze on Bianca's puffy eyes and glazed face.

They'd been the only ones here at the Set's private headquarters when Alyssa Berry herself had appeared at their door, strutting into their lives on four-inch stilettos and complicating what was already the most complicated treasure hunt of their lives. Alyssa Berry. The fiancée of the late Vincent Rinaldi, the eccentric billionaire who'd hidden his fortune in pieces all over the world. This was the biggest hunt the Set had ever attempted to tackle, and it was proving far more dangerous and twisted than any of them had anticipated.

The assistant turned to leave. “Stop!” Alfred’s eyes rise to him. “Listen to me carefully. The fate of our situation is hanging by a thread, and it all hinges on our ability to keep the existence of the hidden heiress a secret from Aries.”

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 7 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

I held Shaira’s hand. I don’t know, but the Shaira in front of me is so different now. She’s been through so much at Jerome’s hands. She exhausted herself for a love where she was the only one fighting. “Justine is the only heir? Isn’t Dustine also an heir?” Shaira and I exchanged glances. I gave a bitter smile. “You’ve always been so nosy. I never said Justine was the only heir; I said Justine is one of them.” I even tickled Manager Kim’s neck as she sat next to me on the sofa.

It may not beat getting humped by a stubborn, conveniently prude heiress, but it would do. Maybe I would find out just what about this heiress, apart from her deceptively innocent allure and inherited assets, drew attention like sharks to blood. And more importantly, the who behind the scenes. Because let’s face it. Anonymously hired muscle men? Faceless attackers? The mastermind didn’t want to be found. But he’d caught my attention. And I don’t abandon trails easily. I see it to the very end. Obsessively. Wholeheartedly. Snapping my fingers, I activated the soundproof systems, and then the speakers, which blared a haunting Italian ballad.

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

His face seems vaguely familiar, and I can't shake the suspicion that he might be the one responsible for my father's recent murder. The majority of the girls are already seated behind the bikers on their heavy and superbikes. Only two of the bikers are standing without their backpacks. Heather quickly approaches the man wearing a balaclava, and I freeze in my spot, feeling a sudden hitch in my breath as I realize the biker in the balaclava is motioning for me to come over to him.