She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

"Whatever else is true about how this started — the studio, the borrowed name, all of it — none of it would have led here without you finding your way back to me, eventually, and choosing to stay this time." They held each other a moment longer, and then Isabella stepped back, checking the time with visible reluctance. "It's almost time," she said. "Are you ready?" Wren looked at herself one final time in the mirror — Wren Calloway, restoration technician, granddaughter of silence finally broken, about to become, entirely on her own terms, something more as well — and felt, answering, a certainty that ran all the way to her bones. "I've been ready for a year," she said. "I just didn't know i

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

Right? "Of course she looks familiar, honey," Mrs. Miller said, gliding across the room and lowering herself into the seat next to her husband. She crossed her legs elegantly and smoothed the silk of her robe over her knees. "She's all over the news. Every channel, every paper, every social media feed. She's the only heiress to the McKenzie empire. The active CEO. The woman who's been running the company since her grandfather stepped back." She elbowed her husband playfully, a gesture so unexpected—so domestic—that Justin blinked in confusion.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

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."

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?"