She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

In the large mansion, the masters were outnumbered by the helpers. It was crazy for Danie because she didn't need them at all. At least, just a few would do. It wasn't like many people knew that she was the only heiress to the massive wealth of the Williams. She could walk alone at night and no one would guess that she's a billionaire. But for sure she'd turn heads. Danielle was beautiful. She had always been told how perfect she looked. Her skin alone uses the most expensive set of skin care. Her hair was glowing. Everything that every girl could dream of was within her reach.

"I doubt it. She didn't know I would show up today. And she's the heiress of one of Sazaar's most elite families. She has too much money to rely on some scheme to pad her wallet. We don't even know each other." "You're in Sazaar now?" Metis snapped, and her focus sharpened. "And you're treating some elite heiress?" "Yes, ma'am." "And then what? The two of you hold hands, do something inappropriate with each other, and she falls head over heels for you?" she demanded. "Is this another one of your harem expansion quests?" I froze. "Wait, no. Please, God, no. Not now. This is an emergency. Can you help me out? Like a remote consultation."

I was too distracted by her familiar face that I didn’t noticed her fast movements, on how she managed to slit Flare’s throat and break his spinal cord in one motion. I know she want to play game. That’s why she wants us to challenge her. Why didn’t challenge us herself? Why did she want us to challenge her instead? What does she wants? My throne? There’s something that keep on bothering me. I know I saw her before, somewhere I can’t remember. She’s too familiar but I just can’t figure out why. And then there's that Willsmith girl, who is nothing special other than the fact that she is an heiress. Something inside of me keeps telling me that she's more than just an heiress and how she manage

When she saw Susan come back, she immediately said "Susan, have you contacted the Seventh master? That bitch, Bella, is just from the Herme family,she is so arrogant. Her buttocks are up to the sky. Our Seventh master is the future heir of the head of the family. Are we too arrogant?" "When did the Seventh master come to our home?" Zenne Ye suddenly asked. Did you get my permission? "Sooner or later! Don't mess with me. I'm talking to your sister!" Then she turned to Susan and asked, "did you hear that?"

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

She would simply control the strongest one, and let them appear as the leader while she stayed in the background, pulling the strings. "Percy, are you just going to stand there? Come on. Let's have a drink," she urged, her voice playful as she gestured with her long legs, a tempting smile on her face. I didn't show any sign of hesitation as I walked over. She quickly handed me the glass of wine. "Percy, I'm really grateful for your help. Drink up. I'll make sure to introduce you to some beautiful women in the future," she said, her smile radiant, exuding an almost magnetic charm.

“She never shows her face during major deals, she communicates through intermediaries, she's very careful.” That didn’t calm me. That terrified me. “What makes you think she was trained by him?” I asked. “Because her methods mirror his,” he replied. “The intimidation tactics, the financial traps, the disappearances. It’s almost like she’s his shadow.” His shadow. A woman shaped by my grandfather and raised in his cruelty, taught his secrets. My breath caught sharply. What if she wasn’t someone who came into our lives recently? What if she had always been there?

Shella cringed at the thought that crossed her mind. "You have a crush on Sir Lucas, too, Shella. I could accept it if he had chosen one of us. But not that brat. We don't even know where she came from" She was exasperated. "Is she a secret heiress like Madame Skye? I don't think so. She is too pathetic for such drama" She rolled her eyes and scoffed in contempt. "I'm a heiress but it's not a secret. Not a pathetic too"

"I can't make it today. Mr. Barrett invited me to dinner at Americana Restaurant tonight, and I have appointments with a makeup artist and stylist in the afternoon." Mia deliberately mentioned the time and place. As anticipated, Shelly replied, "I understand. In that case, I won't intrude on your date, Monalize. But there was something I wanted to discuss with you while we were out shopping that afternoon." "What is it?" "After your disagreement with Aunt Sharon yesterday, I spoke with Tim. Monalize, I found out that you're the heiress of the prestigious Mendes family in Nord City. Aunt Sharon is now deeply regretful for her behavior."

Her hair was a wild halo of dark curls, and she was gasping for air as if the atmosphere had turned to water. “Isabella?” Zander whispered, stepping forward. The girl turned. Her eyes were glazed, the pupils blown wide into terrifying black voids. It wasn’t Isabella. It was Victoria Vermon—the “Golden Heir,” the quiet, brilliant girl who spent more time in the library than at the parties. “Z-Zander?” she rasped. Her knees buckled. He caught her before she hit the carpet, her small frame vibrating with a frantic, erratic heat. “Liv? What are you doing up here? Where is Daniel?”