She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

She wasn't selling ornaments; she was funding a war. She changed into a sharp, understated suit, cut her hair into a blunt, lethal bob, and bought a burner phone. Then, she logged into her hidden investment account—a legacy from her grandmother. The balance had grown. Seven figures. Money didn’t judge. Money didn’t care if you’d slept in a shed. At the private hospital, she booked a full forensic medical exam. She stepped into a crowded elevator, and there, in the corner, stood a man in a pristine white coat. Lucien Hale.

Confusion swarmed in Greg's eyes as he held on to her fragile body. “I did some digging, Greg. About Megan. About who she really is.” Greg froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked for the hundredth time. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I found something. Something that might explain everything.” With trembling hands, she handed Greg her phone, the screen displaying a headline that made his blood run cold: “New York's Youngest Heiress Revealed: Margaret Song.”

There was no guile in her voice, just a straightforward declaration. “You seem very sure of that,” I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the edge of my desk. “How do you know?” Mia met my gaze without flinching. “I heard Mommy and Auntie Sarah talking about you. They said your name, and that you’re the one who owns this big company. And… I just knew.” I studied her, looking for any resemblance. She had dark hair and bright eyes, full of curiosity and something else—determination. I didn’t recognize her features, but there was something in the way she held herself, something familiar.

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

I don't know how this happened but our mansion was signed under magaret's name, meaning she owns our big mansion, now I see the reason dad said I should leave, but his will is still in my name though, so it really didn't bother me, with this will I can earn it back. I want nothing to do with her, she isn't my problem, she has twenty percent of the company shares. I will back for it, this isn't over. I need to uncover this mystery, I will come back. ************** We are in country A, can you imagine? Three heiresses are in a very unfamiliar country, remembering the issue made me heave a sigh. "Wow, country A, here I come!!!" Katie is always dramatic. "Katie, people are staring at us, "vida m

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

I received the call and turned on the speaker so we could both hear. “I guess you're happy now. You got what you wanted… and now you can have the fucking CEO position and even the company to yourself” she began and I rolled my eyes at how shallow she was. “Is that what you think this is all about? You think I did this to take a position I don't give a shit about?” I asked her and I heard her scoff over the phone. “Quit being a fucking hypocrite, Sophia. Damien and I know you're only using Aiden. What you want is the Hale Dynasty so you can have all the money you want to run that stupid charity foundation of yours… tell me I'm wrong”