The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her Novels & Stories

I set my glass down and looked up. She stood by the door, wrapped in a black silk robe that fell to her feet. She wore a Venetian masquerade mask, white lace over her eyes, hiding the upper half of her face. But her mouth… her lips were full, painted a deep crimson, and currently parted in a sharp intake of breath. Dark hair was pulled back, exposing a long, elegant neck. "You aren't Diamond," I said. My voice dropped an octave, an automatic response. "No," she whispered. She took a step forward, the silk shifting around her. "She… couldn't make it. She sent me."

” Why am I so angry, it’s not like he owes me anything “, Bianca muttered to herself. She heard the sounds of people trooping into the villa and realized she still had a party to attend. Bianca stood up and decided to take a bath, hoping that would stop tears from rolling down her cheeks. ”Where is the young woman Damian brought home?”Alex asked one of the housekeepers, before removing his party mask for recognition. He made his way up the stairs and headed to Bianca’s room.” It’s Alex”, Alex said after rapping his knuckles on the door.” I’m coming “, Bianca said finally zipping up the dress after many failed attempts. Alex could not believe his eyes,” You look beautiful “, he said to Bianca

We are strong and we refuse to let them kill our dreams and visions. “Well, I have no idea what you are talking about. But I just…” I paused, tilting my head slightly. “I heard the heiress hasn’t made any real public appearances. Not until recently—at the Wellington event. The one all over the news.” “I was there,” I added calmly, not accusing or anything. “I saw her. And she was wearing a mask. No one’s actually seen her face.” I gave a small shrug. “So it’s just… interesting that you’re saying you played golf with her last week.”

"I'm here. No weapons. Just me and Essa." She stood in the corner with her back against a rusted fuse box, a canvas vest strapped across her chest. Wires spiraled from a detonator clutched in her trembling hand. Her dark hair was wild, her eyes rimmed red, and the composed mask she'd worn at the Rossi estate had cracked into something raw and unguarded. "Of course you brought her." Isabella's laugh was jagged as broken glass. "The girl who walked into the wrong suite and stole my husband. The girl who's been playing mafia princess while I rotted in that mansion."

"Approach the enemy with the attitude of defeating him without delay." -Miyamoto Musashi- *** “Are you nervous?” Dion asked her as they were getting ready for Michel Louise’s birthday party. “Hm, not really. It’s the opposite, I am eager to start the plan.” Sofia replied as she applied a bold red lipstick that complimented her really well. Just like the night when she almost died, she chose to wear a ruby red dress with matching ruby earrings and necklace.

Standing directly over Mia’s hospital bed was a tall, imposing figure fully dressed in black tactical gear, wearing a dark silver Venetian mask, the exact silver mask design from Suite 802 five years ago. The masked stranger's black-gloved hand was resting directly on the primary power cables of Mia's heart monitor. Beneath the terrifying photo was a short, brutal text message: “You left your precious heirs alone with a sweet, helpless old woman. You have two minutes, billionaire. Get back up here before I pull the plug.” "Damon..." I choked out, my fingers losing all strength as the phone slipped from my grip and shattered against the floor. Damon snatched the broken device off the marble t

"This isn't ours! Our shop is the most upscale bridal boutique in Ausville. People like you don't belong here. Get out, or I'll call the police!" Crossing my legs elegantly, I cast a disdainful glance at Rosalie and said slowly, "Call the police? Sure, let's have them decide who's impersonating me, who destroyed my receipt in broad daylight, and who's slandering me." As I spoke, I pulled out my phone, ready to dial. Aspen's expression shifted, and she screamed, "Alice Lowe! Don't you dare!" Why wouldn't I dare? There was nothing I wouldn't dare to do when dealing with a wannabe imposter!

We will be having a lot of guests tonight and I need to be ready for that. I went out of the bathroom and prepared myself. I wore a silver strapless fitted dress with a slit on it. It's kinda loose in front so my boob was emphasized. I also wore my yves saint laurent stilettos and put some fabulous makeup on. I shouldn't stress out myself for my bullshit past. I have almost everything and I can get whatever I want. I'm so lucky to be born as Madden. I went out of my room and hugged my dad.

"Then we make a mess." Three nights later, the villa shimmered with golden lights and haunting music. A masquerade unlike anything Eros had seen in decades. Power danced beneath crystal chandeliers. Deals whispered behind feathered masks. Danger cloaked in elegance. Sera stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in black velvet that hugged every inch of her curves. A golden mask framed her eyes, feathers fanning out like wings of a phoenix. She didn't look like a survivor. She looked like royalty.

“To build again, to show who you are.” He nodded and a slight smile played on his face. “And to be aligned with somebody who knows what it is to fight for their spot.” He looked me in the eye, and for a second, I felt recognized, not as the heiress and not as the ex-convict but simply as Isabella. There was more I wanted to say, thank him, but my phone buzzed in my pocket and the moment shattered. I reached for it, assuming it was Maggie or an update from the board, but the message was from an unknown number. When I read it, I got cold all over: Step down as Ashcroft heiress, or you’ll be dead before the end of the week.