She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

she spat distastefully like I had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “Well, I refuse! I refuse to play the role of your good little mistress that will stay put and do exactly what you tell her to do! I am not Charlotte, Hudson! You better look closely, I am Valerie. Valerie Ann Marie Hernandez, CEO of De Hernandez Dreamz and sole heiress of the Hernandez fortune!” She announced proudly, rising her head high as she walked up to me defiantly. Her green orbs boring into my angry ones as she spat the next words in my face. “I can never, will never and absolutely do not approve of been reduced to playing mistress for an ignorant man such as yourself! If that is all you have to offer to me

"Come on. With your size, you're going to be a bodyguard?" I teased her with a sly look. One laugh and a few words later, we arrived at the event. As soon as Brianna walked in, she quickly pulled me aside and whispered, "See that one over there? She's the heiress of Hackett Group, a multinational pharmaceutical company. If you can win her over, we'll secure the project for sure." Just then, an old acquaintance caught her eye. She immediately turned to greet them with a bright smile and muttered under her breath, "Go grab a bite. I'll come find you once I've handled this."

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"

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?”

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."

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.