Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

I muttered, forcing myself to stand. “The one without a signature?” Her grin widened. “Theo stole it. And then I stole it from him. It’s mine now. All I need is one good forgery and I’ll be the next CEO. Try to stop me and I’ll make your past look like a fairy tale.” “You’re sick,” I said quietly. “But I won’t fight you here. Not beside my father’s body. Get out.” She didn’t. She spat on him. I lost it.

I was prepared to fight when the battle lines were established today. Sophia Lancaster Reid, a woman who would not be shattered by betrayal, who would stand up for her own truth, and who would assert her right to love, rather than the protected heiress I had been or the broken barista I had attempted to become.

By morning, the headline had already survived three rounds of trimming and refused to shrink further, and ran, in the end, at full size, above the fold, in every edition and on every wire: THE HEIRESS IS BACK. Below it, the subhead nobody fought about either: Anika Delacroix, presumed dead at seven in the fire that destroyed her family, reveals herself as the owner of the empire built from its ashes — with proof, with her butler's fifteen-year paper trail, and with a fraud case already before the DA. The city read it over coffee. Then it read it again. Then it did what cities do: told itself it had known, hadn't it? That maid, that girl — there'd always been something about her.

“But I see right through you. You’re nothing but a pretty face, and pretty faces don’t last forever. When Damien gets bored of you, and he will, you’ll have nowhere to go. But I’ll still be here.” The rage inside me exploded like a volcano. My hands shook as I stood up, towering over the older woman. She had no idea who she was really talking to. She had no idea that the girl she had tormented for years was standing right in front of her, beautiful and powerful and ready for revenge. “Watch me,” I said, my voice deadly quiet. “Watch me make Damien fire you right now.” Marianne laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “Fire me? Child, I’ve been running this household since before you were born.

A young coordinator asked, “What happens if the Council doesn’t recover?” Rachel’s response was simple. “Then we rebuild it again. With fewer passwords and more fire.” That night, Sophie returned to her suite in Manhattan and found a letter on the desk. It was from Alexander. “She tried to buy me. I said no.” “Not because I’m noble.” “But because I’ve seen what your ‘yes’ has cost you.” “So now I’ll protect mine like it’s armor.” “And if I burn my name in the process — at least I’ll burn it for something real.”

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

Now he was pulling me against his chest and whispering words of revenge into my ear. I didn't fight back. It wasn't right for me to push him away. Instead, I closed my eyes and clung to him like I needed his strength. His body was soft and comforting and he smelled good. I had never noticed before but there were traces of expensive cologne mixed in his body oils. Something about him just made me relax. After about two minutes of standing there with my eyes shut, he pulled away and kissed me fiercely. So from here, his revenge starts.

I sat on the sofa, still shaken from earlier, my hands wrapped around a mug I didn’t remember pouring. The front door creaked open. I didn’t look up. “Evelyn…” His voice was soft, almost hesitant. I felt his arms slide around me from behind, a familiar warmth I didn’t return. “You are still awake?” I stayed silent. My body stiffened, refusing to respond. “I’ve decided,” I said finally, my voice steady though my chest burned inside. “I’ll take over BR Corporations from tomorrow… as the real CEO.” His arms tensed around me. I felt him inhale sharply.

“Because if I don’t, I’ll forget who I am.” And for a split second, I almost let it slip. Almost told him the truth, that I wasn’t Mara Vance, an ambitious assistant climbing the corporate ladder. I was Amara Blake, heiress of the man Damien had supposedly destroyed. But fear held my tongue. If I told him now, I’d lose everything. The plan. The revenge. And maybe… him. I turned away, blinking furiously against the sting in my eyes. “You should find someone else,” I whispered. “Someone who can give you what you want. Someone who isn’t me.”