Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"The Golds are maids? Does that even make any sense to you?" "You should know, young mistress, that I have been searching for you for years. So I have proof. Enough of it. They thought they'd taken everything you and your parents owned. But what they stole was only just a percentage of your real wealth. I've been searching for you to reclaim your throne as the last heiress of the Delacroix."

“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.

Pain shot through my body, “Help! Someone help me up! Get a healer too! Oh no...my baby...” My voice echoed through the hall, but no one came. That's when a voice thundered from the entrance, shouting at me. “Move aside! Make way for King Valtor North. King of all Rogues and ruler of Nytheris" The name made my stomach drop. My heart pounded as several figures approached until they stopped before me. I lifted my gaze and froze. The Rogue King stood before me. Beside him stood a woman draped in regal finery, every inch a queen.

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.”

"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."

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.

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

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.