The Hacienda Book Novels & Stories

he said with a wink, reaching for a muffin like it was a sacred relic. Zaide plopped down beside him, taller, broader, and already halfway through a plate of bacon. “Soooo, you must be the girl who tamed the Alpha and the psycho wolf inside him.” Alana blinked. “...I guess that’s me.” “ Pardon our manners,” Zayne said,” I’m Zayne, the pack Beta. You know, the handsome one with the killer smile.” “ And I’m Zaide, the Delta. The real handsome one. With abs.”

Tammy pointed at the menu like some tacky nouveau riche. The server looked at me politely. I nodded. “Go ahead.” Tammy turned to me smugly, “I hope you don’t mind, Scarlett. I lived a hard time at the orphanage for two decades. I’m not asking for too much, am I?” “Not at all, so long as you can finish the food,” I said indifferently. Throughout dinner, Tammy kept feeding John and Catherine with her warped logic. “Mom, Dad, you have no idea how terrible fake heiresses are. They act all sweet while transferring the assets behind your back. You might want to keep a close eye on the family money and property.”

I stared at the tin roof above me, listening to the distant clucks of hens. Why was this ghost fiancé of mine such a damn mystery? Why was his name a secret? And why was I starting to care? I reached for my phone and dialed Petrov. He answered on the second ring. “Selena,” he said, voice deep and calm. “Did you go?” “I did. Gave them the condolences. Ate dinner with the whole mafia circus. Even asked about their golden boy—your dead fiancée’s brother. They acted like I’d asked to dig up a grave.”

In the end, THE HEIRESS RETURNS: RECLAIMING MY LEGACY is more than a story about wealth, status, or revenge. It’s about redemption. *** Author’s Note To every reader who followed this journey — thank you. From the very first chapter to the final page, your time, your emotions, and your unwavering belief in these characters breathed life into them. What began as words on a blank screen became something far more powerful — a shared experience. Because of you, this story found its voice. Because of your presence, Hannah’s journey mattered. This book was written with heart, with tears in quiet moments and joy in the victories — and knowing it resonated with you means more than I can ever fully e

“My point is that I was surprised and equally mesmerised to see a girl, rebellious in her way and straightforward and confident the way she was, which means that the terrace wasn’t the first place we shared a drink.” "I thought Chicago was the first time we came face to face." "When you were running into the Rossi mansion." I raised my shoulders and he sighed. “You fetched us an entire bottle of wine that night. Paulina, you and I drank it by the fountain and talked about being a part of this world. But you made it seem like you were a mere soldier.” He nodded, and I frowned. “Why?”

— Mae Lin Zhang — The Strategist From a dynasty of Asian investors settled in Chicago for two generations. She carries no weapons, but everything about her is a weapon: her mind, her voice, her calm. "A queen without an army is worthless. You want an army, Tara? I can build you one." — Bianca Romano: The Girl with Diamonds Golden hair, dazzling smile, silver dress. She inherited her father's casinos, and an excessive taste for risky bets. "You know what I love? When men still think they're running the game." Her champagne glass never leaves her hand.

Chapter 112: Hand-Picked Back in Room 7 of the Deer Valley Motor Lodge, Poppy gathered up her belongings and packed them in her suitcase. Then she fired up her laptop to attend to some emails she'd noticed on her phone. While she was out in the backwoods of Idaho trying to convince a rancher to sell Slade & Howell a parcel of land, she still had a few other projects going on that required her attention. Currently, the new beach resort in Belize had hit a snag with local zoning restrictions, and she had research to do for a proposed couples-only retreat in New Mexico.

A young woman emerged from inside the unit, greeting her. “Good morning, Velia.” Sandra's joy intensified. The paleness on Velia's face brought its own sense of delight for her. “Mrs. Hernandez.” Sandra took a step forward, forcing her way in while maintaining a sly smile. “Seems like all this luxury hasn't made you forget who I am.” Velia closed her eyes dramatically. She took a deep breath and closed the door, reluctantly following Sandra. “It seems the rumors I heard were true.” Sandra glanced around, but the opulence displayed did not impress her; it had the opposite effect. Her sarcastic sneer replaced any hint of admiration.

” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

(A/N : I won't be updating this book regularly, but I'd be sure to complete it before August so what I'm tryna say is that, my focus now is mainly on my other book “CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON” do well to check it too, so when that one is completed then I'd pay keen attention to this one but for now - I would update when I have extra Brain to spare just like right now, he he 😏, I love you all MUAH).