She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

Though quiet, the words reached my ears loud and clear. Sally's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile when she saw me. With a delicate hand, she smoothed her dress and said, "Well, if it isn't Rachel, who claims to be Sanfiric Inc.'s heiress. Showing up to a graduation ceremony dressed like that?" Her remark triggered a burst of laughter from the surrounding students. "Ha! Just look at her, she's dressed worse than me and still dares to compete with Sally." "Right? She's so deep in her delusion she actually believes she's some kind of heiress."

Anderson said with a grin, " She is the one that planned all of this. The person who gathered all of the Leightons enemies in one place so they can work together and defeat them. She is the biggest mastermind," Melissa looked at the girl standing next to Mandy assuming that she was the biggest mastermind but wondered what they did to her, "Oh don't look at me honey," the girl giggled, " I'm not the biggest mastermind, the one behind all of this will be revealed in just a few minutes at the Auction but I will give you a hint," the girl giggled again and it sounded so annoying to melissa, she felt like walking up to her and clawing her face off!

She might have been a beauty but there were even more beautiful ladies scattered all around the city. She knitted her eyebrows in even more confusion. The master? Frank Xavier? CEO and founder of the Xavier Group? How? It made no sense to her. Why would he be interested in her of all the ladies in the world? He was one of the top billionaires in the country and she was nothing more than an orphan maid. “But sir,” she dared to utter her next words. “You are married, sir.”

She had survived her first day—not as a visitor, not as an outsider—but as a rightful Hartwell. As she left the headquarters with Alexander and Julian, she glanced back at the skyscraper, sunlight reflecting off its glass like a crown. The road ahead would be challenging, but she was no longer afraid. She was Elena Hartwell. She was the heiress. And the world, for better or worse, was watching her every step.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

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.

Does he know that? "N-No...anyways you knew her! Younger than your age but...she's...fine," his tone get slower and slower. "What's her name?" I asked and raised a brow. His eyes lit up like it was a sign that I also likes his idea. "She's the heiress of the Hepburn Communications! Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn! Do you remember her? It's Millijay!" He said exaggeratedly.

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.