Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

Grandma nodded, her face filled with grief but a hint of pride. It was then I knew. I could not run anymore. The Langstons had bled my mother dry, and Rowan’s family was supposed to do the same to me. But I would not let Ruby and Russ inherit a world built on stolen legacies. That day, kneeling on the floor of my grandparents’ dusty room, surrounded by the scent of paper, I made a silent vow. I would reclaim what was ours. Even if it meant burning the Black name. As I closed the journal, I opened over to a final page. There, scribbled in the corner, was a strange symbol , an unfamiliar crest, two serpents coiled around a crown.

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.

Nausea hit, my wolf snarling at my past blindness. I approached the lead rogue, his scent reeking of greed, and handed him a note. “Change of plans,” I said coldly. “Do whatever you want to her, as long as she lives. No photos—film a video, send it to this email.” Lana’s pain had to double mine, now that I knew she was behind all the evil things that happened to my family. His grin turned vile, and I walked away, my wolf’s growl steady. The rogues’ chatter faded in the rain, neon lights stretching my shadow against the alley wall, dark and twisted. A devil? Maybe. I was a vengeful ghost, reborn to claim justice.

“Threats, over and over again Logan. That’s not like you. You’re usually more… subtle.” I let go of her arms with a sharp shove, stepping back. My fists curled tight at my sides. “I prefer you leave here right now before I forget I’m a gentleman.” She smoothed her dress like nothing happened, but her eyes glinted. “You can’t hide forever, Logan. Plus..I'm not scared of a man I once had begging me to stay in his life. Your little billionaire girlfriend will find out. And when she does...I'll be there to watch your downfall…” She trailed off, smiling, before walking down the hall like she’d already won.

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

Amara had stopped calling what she was doing an investigation. At this point, it felt more like assembling something that had already been broken apart on purpose, piece by piece, so that no single fragment would ever be strong enough to stand on its own. Every new connection she found only deepened the same pattern. Ethan Vance was not reacting to Isabella’s world. He was quietly rebuilding it around himself. And the more Amara saw, the clearer it became that Isabella was not simply surrounded by love or protection…

His hands also felt like I had known him for some time, like I had felt it once in my life. It was forbidden, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. Maybe he was a stalker, but stalkers weren't rogues. They weren't… His hands trailed down my waist and he slid my thighs open. He kissed my lips and crawled his lips to my neck. I was confused, but I didn't resist. He ripped off my dress and stuck his pinkie into my mouth. “Scream for me,” he said with a husky voice. “I like it when you scream, I'll stop when you scream harder,”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

The words rang in my skull again, no matter how many times I tried to silence them. Moonstone and Shadowfang. Her veins carried the right to rule both. She was the Queen of both kingdoms. And I— I was just the rogue prince who had clawed my way back from the dead. I had bled for this kingdom. I had fought to prove that my worth didn’t lie in the blood that tried to erase me, but in the hands that pulled swords, in the heart that refused to turn cold no matter how many times it was betrayed. But now… everything had shifted.