Romans & histoires Supreme Ocular Master The Peerless Heiress

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

“Go look for Master Ocvera. He’ll heal you. I’ll go look for my senior!” Sam was delighted inwardly. Master Octavius’ senior was the head of Cloudia Paragon. He was the strongest amongst them. “Yes, sir!” Master Octavius left the hall and came to the Hall of Excellence, the place where the head of Cloudia Paragon stayed. “Senior!” In the Hall of Excellence, his senior was sitting on a couch with his eyes closed. When he heard Master Octavius’s voice, he slowly opened his eyes and said, “What’s wrong, Octavius? Why are you in such a hurry?”

Behind that soft, quiet appearance lay a mind sharper than any lawyer’s, a knowledge deeper than any expert’s, and a will stronger than any empire’s. She was the girl everyone thought was foolish, hidden, or weak… but those dark, unwavering eyes told the real truth: she was the one holding all the power, the one who had been watching, waiting, and preparing all along. Calm, mysterious, terrifyingly smart, and utterly in control, this was Amara, the heiress they underestimated, and the ruler they could no longer ignore.

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

“Because Victor Crane once had access to the original facility.” Silence fell. Then… The door clicked. A soft chime echoed. A screen lit up beside the entrance. VOICE AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED PRIMARY HEIR ONLY Elias blinked. “Heir? Margaret coded it for…” The screen finished the thought. EVELYN HARTMAN. My pulse thudded. Adrian whispered, “She built this for you.” Luca stepped closer, protective tension rising across his shoulders. “We don’t activate anything until we know what’s inside.” But Charlotte’s voice suddenly whispered over hidden speakers:

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

“My heart is heartbroken….young master had another girl and she's more beautiful than I am” “That's not going to stop me from chasing him. After All, they aren't married yet, we haven't heard of it.” “Exactly, she's just trying to climb up the ranks. I'm sure, when she's of no use anymore, she'd be discarded.” “Young master should just throw her away and come to me!” “You're all delusional. Go and look pretty like here, don't spout rubbish here!” Inside a classic, yet luxurious room, Olivia settled on a couch, as her eyes quickly darted around the whole room. The room was dark, as the only light that lit it up was from the large led screen, hung in the center of the room.

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

“To my lovely wife, Esther, who has stood by my side for four incredible years. Four years of love, of joy, of unwavering support. I could not ask for more.” Esther beams, her eyes shining as she loops her arm through his, pressing closer to him. They look perfect together. The perfect couple. A sharp, bitter laugh builds in my chest, but I swallow it down. The disgust must be evident on my face, because I can feel the heat of it spreading through me, steaming beneath my skin like a slow-burning fire. Then, my eyes shift. And I see it. The glass tower. A pyramid of delicate champagne glasses, stacked one on top of the other, twinkling under the golden lights.

Walter's assistant, Oscar, informed him. Walter gave the stock numbers a chilly glance, indifferent to the Foster Group's heiress. However, his mood was foul, and the heiress, who had snubbed him, was caught in his crosshairs. "How sure are we that Ms. Foster will show up?" asked Walter.