She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

the Don snapped back. "No, Papa. you are doing this for the sake of the brotherhood and your stupid pride. None of this is for me.” She angrily stood up then walked towards the window. City lights flicker and the sight leaves a longing hole inside her heart. She was always a good daughter, but she was never enough. "I want to rule the brotherhood," she said with such intensity in her voice. “I tried my best to be Miss number one in the Academy, and I have proven countless times to you that I can do it. Besides, you promised me, Papa! I gave you everything and you assured me that I will be your only heiress. Do you still remember what you did to me when I was sixteen?”

"She's a master mind definitely, a fucking red serpent in a sea of blood she bleed, She strikes me as one since she was able to stay with you those years without actually feeling the guilt so definitely, she's a smart ass and a big problem, she wouldn't show herself definitely till it's big and hot and out," "Now, you are Araceli, the heiress to the wealth of the second most powerful family in the whole of the business world, you are assumed to be the calm smart ass beautiful angel, we are going to utilize that for our advantage, and that's how this is going to work out," Yandel pitched smiling proudly.

“I’m helping Charles by giving him all the information I know about Chris and where he might be hiding. It is only a matter of time now. They will find my friend. However, I still don’t think that my friend will give up who his ‘little birdie’ is.” Uncle Charles steps up to my bed across from Shane. “Our agents are getting close. It is only a matter of time now. In addition, we now know that the mastermind is a woman with high clearance. You and I know there are only a handful of people that meet that criteria in the castle. One of which we have crossed off the list because she is lying in the next room next to her husband.”

"No, of course, not! Why would you even think of that? I'm only here for business, babe. She's the heiress of the Ash & Glamour Group, Clarissa Moore." My eyes widened in horror, as the name sink into my head. "What?!!"

"Okay, fine! Let's do a quick recap of this. I need you to start from the beginning." She appeared eager to tell me everything, "From the look of things the master mind behind all of this is Leila. She has been eyeing the throne for a while now. The problem lies in the fact that, she doesn't have any royal blood in her. But she has me and that prompted her to hire the service of her boyfriend, to fool me and make me fall in love with him." "So?"

Sarah moved like she owned the room, sharp, deliberate. I gestured to the chairs. “Sit. We’ve got business.” Kat slid into the seat beside Sarah, her hands folded tight in her lap. Sarah leaned forward, eyes locked on me. “What’s the plan?” I asked, voice low. Sarah didn’t hesitate. “We make Tiffany wait. Keep her sweating in the Shed. She thinks she’s untouchable, that she’s some big shot exclusive. Even her own family buys into the act. But the truth? She’s nothing more than a high-end escort. That’s her real game.”

It should be funny if it wasn’t so damn messed up. When I finally reach the mansion, breathing in the rich scent of the jasmine bushes my father was so fond of, I notice that there is still some light in his window. My heart skips a beat at the irrational thought that he’s home, but then I am reminded that no, he’s gone and it’s his biological daughter who’s occupying his room, the masters bedroom, because she’ll be the master of this place very soon. I have to squint, but I notice her on the balcony, the soft wind blowing her long blonde hair, and she’s staring at the clear night sky. She’s wearing some soft night gown, her perfectly defined silhouette a dark shadow against the bright light