Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel

I stared at the rearview mirror at the back of the car, staring at my different and elegant appearance. Who would have thought the ordinary girl who once sold burgers to make a living after her father’s death, who dropped out of college due to lack of funds, whose life and family were destroyed under the weight of carefully orchestrated lies, would someday face their destroyer head-on, smiling? Just two week ago, I would never have thought I would sit here. Never. Fate does have a way of twisting its machinations. A bitter smile curled on my lips. Olivia Carter. The perfect illusion. The perfect false heiress.

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. “Winter?”

And this time… I will not die quietly. I will not trust blindly. I will not love foolishly. I will protect my father. I will expose you. And I will make sure you regret the day you ever decided to cross me. Slowly, I stood from the bed. My reflection in the mirror looked the same. Beautiful. Young. But something inside my eyes had changed. The innocence was gone. In its place stood something far more dangerous. I stepped toward the door. Outside, the world was moving forward. But inside me… Time had turned back. And I had returned with a mission. Revenge.

He hated men like Marcus men who used shadows to do their dirty work. "I'm ready," I said. "Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it." Alistair reached out and tilted my chin up. His touch was firm. "Good. We’ll start with building your company" I looked at my reflection in the mirror behind him. The girl who cried over her father was gone. In her place was someone who knew exactly what she had to do. The revenge wasn't just for me anymore. It was for the man who died in a drug-induced fog while I was too blind to see it.

Grandfather Thomas boasted, gesturing proudly with his cane. "Nonsense, Thomas! Look at that stance! That's pure Monteverde tactical agility right there, hahaha!" Grandfather Rodolfo countered, laughing heartily. "Both of you stop corrupting my nephew!" Vivi shouted from a sunbed nearby, wearing dark sunglasses while sipping a cocktail alongside Mrs. Ann Smith. Watching our family laugh, bicker, and thrive in total peace brought a sudden wave of emotion to my eyes. I remembered where I started—a betrayed, broken girl who died in cold darkness, reborn with a heart filled with nothing but cold, bloody vengeance. I had thought my second life would be consumed entirely by war and bloodshed.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Her mind, no longer clouded by unrequited love and betrayal, was sharp, analytical, and fiercely ambitious. She was Eliana Moore, the architect, the visionary, the woman who had risen from the ashes of her past. The woman who would build her own empire, brick by meticulously placed brick. And this time, no one would stand in her way. Not Ivy, not Ethan, and certainly not the ghost of her former self. The game had just begun, and Eliana was ready to play. She only needed to conquer the New York conservatory of Arts and her Pestily coursemates. She would find out who wanted her dead. Who had caused the accident that had nearly taken her life and when she did she would spare no one.

She is right; I need to focus on what matters most and that is: getting my revenge. My fingers relax. My heart slows. And when I lift my head again, my silver eyes are no longer filled with doubt. They burn with something stronger—determination. ~~~~ Night falls quickly, and there is darkness outside, with stars glittering in the dark sky. Before I know it, the Rogue maids arrive at my room, causing my body to tense, as they remind me of what lies ahead. Tonight, I will warm the Rogue King bed. Tonight, I will not be the weak Clara Reeds. Tonight, I will be Reborn to become the Queen of all Rogues.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

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.