She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

She could not possibly throw those perks away. Randall said in a solemn voice, “Never say never.” Sierra gave it a thought before saying, “Come to think of it, Paige and I aren’t good enough for Chris. Many elite women like him anyway. That reminds me, do you know Shelly Shepard?” Randall nodded. “Yes, I do.” Although he had not met her before, he had heard things about her. Shelly was a renowned heiress of the Shepards. She had great looks and was highly intelligent, an elite among women.

“Everyone, meet Miss Theodore Layla.” The directors looked at the entrance, and Layla walked in elegantly, taking her steps one after the other. And everyone eyed her until she walked to Asher’s side. Layla faced the directors and bowed her head. “Good day, great minds, directors, the pillars behind a successful organization. I am Theodore Layla. The heiress of chairman Theodore, the successor and current CEO of HighEnd Investment.” “Wow!” Mr. Jackson opened his mouth in awe. He clapped his hand in slow motion and freed his thoughts. “Incredible!”

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

She walks onto the white sand, stops after a few steps as the words are written and drawn with the profile. ‘One of the famous students and the riches known heiress from the entire prestigious Academy of Royal Knights, her life revolves around fame and love that she manipulated only to be near in the embodiment's leech of the sin of Asmodeus. With her perfect body proportion, goddess face, and being a talented cheer captain and trusted secretary of the student body, she is a manipulator by which memories of the past thousand years' curse are retained to her entire being.

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”