Supreme Ocular Master The Peerless Heiress Novels & Stories

However, my sister just so happened to be the Gilmore heir's first love. Yes, I had another sister. Like many women cast as a first love in stories, Irene Lockman was the one the domineering CEO could never forget. Before she left, her final wish had been for him to take care of her younger sister. The problem now was that Tanya turned out to be the true heiress. Even worse, Tanya had a face that looked strikingly similar to Irene's. Furthermore, she was Irene's biological younger sister. That realization sent my mood straight into free fall.

Odessa had never seen anyone with such pretty eyes before. Her hair was ebony black, thick and lustrous and flowed freely on her back. Her face was oval shaped and seemed so flawless. Skin was just like porcelain. For a moment there, Odessa felt a pang of jealousy. How could anyone be so perfect? Sheera had heard a lot about the Alpha's first Mistress. A lot of people had. She was his favorite and the one person he could do absolutely anything for. Nobody wanted to get on her bad side, because she alone had the favour of the Alpha. She was truly lucky.

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.

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. My fingers tighten around my red bag as I take a slow, intentional step forward. “Happy anniversary, my darling and cheers.” Roy says, He lifts his glass high, a warm smile on his face. The crowd echoes towards him, raising their glasses in unison. I make my move. Reaching down, I pluck a single glass from the base of the towering pyramid.

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.

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

Old Master Hart smiled, a smile that showed dominion. "It's settled then." He clapped his hands together, "Alec Hart, the current Heir of the Hart family is given only two weeks to get a bride who networth is over a billion dollars, or get married to Haylee, if not, your right will be taken away from you." "Is that understood?" Old Master Hart glared around, and everyone nodded immediately. Who were they not to listen to the Old Master? They all looked pleased with the current judgement, including Priya who kept adjusting in her seat, feeling sastified.

He then leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Emma, I want you to look at me…” I hesitantly lift my eyes to his and as soon as I look into his multicoloured eyes, I can’t look away. He smiles as he says, “Now that’s better… Emma, my pet, do you remember what I told you about when we are alone?” “That when we are alone, you like looking into my eyes.” I say in a soft voice and his smile widens as he whispers. “Very good…” The Master then leans forward but stops within centimetres of my lips. Odette whimpers in my head, reminding me that she needs to shift and making a soft whimper escape my lips. The Master pulls back, making me whimper again as he asks,

A hiss escaped my lips as I noticed the oxygen tube attached to me. I tried to lift my hands, but they trembled weakly, refusing to cooperate. Closing my eyes, I focused on steadying my breath. When I opened them again, my gaze drifted to Evelyn. Her eyes looked sunken, as if she'd gone without sleep for days. She was typing rapidly, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Despite her exhaustion, Evelyn's beauty still shone through. Her golden eyes sparkled, captivating me. Her hair fell down one side of her face, damn, she's beautiful.