She's A Mastermind Heiress Novels & Stories

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

And when I did, there would be no escaping the consequences. ALISHA'S POV. The moment we stepped into Richard’s mansion, I couldn’t help but marvel at the grandeur of it all. The high ceilings, the polished marble floors, the intricate chandeliers…everything screamed wealth and power. My thoughts raced as I followed him through the grand hallway. This is where I belong, I thought to myself. Not in some cramped apartment, scraping by, but here, surrounded by luxury and comfort. And if Nadia thinks she can use me as a pawn in her little game, she’s got another thing coming.

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

Her gaze bore into mine, not filled with awe, admiration, or fear, but brimming with genuine curiosity. As if she saw past the façade of Sheikh Aasif, the billionaire businessman, the hospital CEO, to the man underneath. A strange feeling stirred within me, both exhilarating and unnerving. This woman didn’t know me, yet her gaze held a power that shook me from my complacency. Getting into my car, I glanced at her one last time. She was still standing there, her gaze lingering. Her intense eyes were etched in my memory. As the car pulled away, I couldn’t shake the sense of curiosity that she had sparked.

She only knew that the mastermind wanted her; she did not expect to cover so many things after days of being here. She used her suicide as a trap; she was guessing if the mastermind would save her. If he did not, then Jay was already prepared to save her too. When the mastermind saved her, she knew everything before she passed out. That was why she also discovered that getting to Leonard’s den was not that simple. The mastermind is the one behind Leonard, and Leonard also confirmed her guess. When he was talking with Luke, Fredrick's stepbrother He mentioned the hidden boss, whom she never even knew or met since she was there. She met a lot of people but never saw that Bss. Leonard never eve

she said and paused "The winner of this task is already known to us since I called everyone's income out and so, Mitchell Campbell is the new heiress to the Campbell's properties" she announced "What?!! That's not possible grandma! How can you allow her to rule over us? You know how grumpy she is already. If you make her the heiress, she will be so full of herself and won't have regard for anyone" John said "I never mentioned attitude when I gave you the tasks. Mitchell won this so you have to accept her as the heiress and put in your best next time" Grandma said

She had stood on that stage and revealed herself as Hazel Saint Claire, CEO of E&H Investments, and I had stood there like a fool, my mouth hanging open, unable to process what I was seeing. Hazel Saint Claire. Not Hazel Rossi. Not some woman trying to build a small restaurant. Hazel Saint Claire. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a global company. Granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair. And she hadn't told me. All those months together. All those nights when I had asked her what was wrong and she had lied to my face. All those moments when she could have trusted me, could have told me the truth, and instead she had kept it locked away like I was someone she couldn't rely on.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

“Alessandra’s father isn’t stupid, Don Sebastian. Your sudden deployment of frontline men to the central district last week didn't look like routine patrol. He thinks you’re hiding an asset—or a leak. They traced the ghost wire back to the club where she worked her shifts.” “They think she’s a loose thread,” I muttered, my knuckles turning white where I gripped my phone. “They think she’s leverage,” Marcus corrected smoothly, his sharp eyes meeting mine in the rear-view reflection. “If the Morettis find out the girl pouring cheap liquor in a Milanese nightclub is actually the Dela Costa heiress you’ve kept hidden on your twentieth floor, they won't just ask questions. They’ll use her to brea