She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

I fired all the maids and workers in the Villa and told my Brother the case I solved and asked him to hire new ones, and this time, to keep his eyes on Kyro once again. I want his safety more than anything. And besides, this is just phase 1 of my plan. The rest is based on the novel, I'll become a mastermind and pull the strings on this web of conspiracy and bring down the Rohas organization once and for all. My Brother was born to bask in the spotlight and lead the organization in the path of truth and righteousness. While I, the second child, who I once resented as the shadow of my Brother, have now fully welcomed this idea. Let him sit on the throne that was rightfully his, now is the tim

"If one look at an outer picture of this house, they would find Madam as damsel in distress and nothing more than that. However if you looked closely, you would know the actual truth about them or about her. She is nowhere a damsel in distress, infact she is more like an executioner." "Just when you think that she would accept her defeat and would finally listen to master, she would come back with new strategy to handle him in more aggressive way. As much as she is kind, she is also one fierce woman. But no matter what, at the end of day you will always find Master to be smiling, just by having her company. Believe me young master madam is completely unpredictable."

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

One slip could ruin everything he had planned. Lucas’s mind raced as he scrutinized the woman more closely. She wasn’t ordinary; her jewelry gleamed with undeniable expense, her pale hands spoke of privilege. This wasn’t some desperate girl...it was a wealthy, entitled heiress, accustomed to bending the rules and bending herself to get what she wanted. The realization made him wary. She wasn’t naive; she was calculating, bold, and probably skilled at using her allure to get exactly what she wanted.

How can he surrender to her? She’s the mole from Kingsters and can be a threat to him. The ambush must be her plan. How can Master give reins to her hands to control him? Did something happen to Master’s brain? He didn’t know what to think otherwise because Master is always different when it comes to Fiona. He first thought Fiona’s arrival is a good thing thinking that she might be good influence in Master’s life but she’s complete opposite to what he thought. She’s the danger lurking in the shadows of an innocent yet intelligent woman.

She was after all a maid and held no worth in their eyes. Now she was no longer the Quinn from the past. She was no longer the Quinn that allowed Henry fuck her at whim. She was a new Quinn; the heiress of a powerful empire... She could end his life with just a word,but she decided to become CEO of a small part of the family's business. With a calm demeanor, she met his gaze. "I don't think we have met each other before, have we?" She asked with a sharp glint in her eyes. Towards this man, she wasn't going to show any bit of emotion...

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

"From now on, I'll be Silver Moon pack's Luna. I arranged all those paparazzi myself. Even if he regrets it, it's too late. Sage, I've endured this for years - if you hadn't met Marcus first, what chance would you have had?" I read through all this calmly and couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Cameron look up in concern. "Are you alright, Alpha heiress?" "I'm perfect," I said, still chuckling.

​"You left your ID at the office." ​I hold up a plastic card. It is a blank key. A trap. She reaches for it. I grab her wrist. Her skin is ice. I pull her closer to the gap. ​"The Vane heiress went missing today," I say. I watch her pupils. They dilate. "She is a genius. She is arrogant. And she disappeared exactly four hours before a girl named Bella Smith showed up at my office with no background and a senior-level brain. What a coincidence."