Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Don’t waste another tear on him. He doesn’t deserve you—or that child.” The words hit me like a knife and a balm all at once. My tears spilled freely as I whispered, “But he owns everything, Clara. The house, the company… he even made me sign away my name.” Her jaw tightened. “Then you fight. You protect yourself, and you protect that baby. I warned you about him, Evelyn. Now you see what he really is. Don’t let him win.” Her voice didn’t shake, but her eyes glistened. She wasn’t just angry for me—she was hurting with me.

“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.”

I told Alysia. Alysia nodded and let go of Benideck's hand that had been holding her before. But he pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. Alysia felt it kissed her hair. The girl closes her eyes because long before they meet Benideck, she hugs the man. She promises to return to San Roque. When she was healed. Alysia will take back everything her stepmother took from her. *Hacienda Zaragosa* "Damn! It's a bad life! I've been looking at the size of my loss for a few days now! At the casino, but I still haven't returned even a pesos damn! " Señora Sheilla kept swearing when she returned to the Mansion.

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

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she cried, her voice trembling with pain and fury, "let me rewrite my story. Let me come back stronger. Colder. Let me make them pay...every single one of them." And as the fire consumed her body, her soul burned with something stronger... Vengeance. ***** "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE." Lyriel screamed. Her eyes flew open, drenched in sweat. Hands grabbed her...gently. "You’re safe, now." She turned her head to see it was Sophia. Tears streamed down her face as she held Lyriel’s hand tightly. “What happened to you?” Sophia asked, her voice shaking. “You scared me!” Lyriel stared at her, speechless. She looked around.

"Fuck you, Angelo! Fuck you and your accusations! You have no right to question me! Not after what you did! At least you didn’t catch me in our matrimonial bed fucking your uncle” His face darkened. "So this is your revenge? Fucking my family to get back at me?" A cold smile twisted my lips. "This?" I gestured to my wedding dress. "This is just the beginning. You and Bella will pay for what you did to me. I'll ruin you both." Angelo's expression changed his anger fading away, replaced by something else something like...fear. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him suffer like I suffered, he’d taste something even more bitter and painful than I did.

“What do you think you can do when you find him, huh? How are you going to do it? You don’t have any weapons or any good skills to fight them.” “I can make weapons, and I’ll learn how to fight. I’ve seen some books in the library, so I can.” Alpha Julius burst into a fit of mocking laughter. “I’m sorry, child, but I don’t think those theories in the library will be of any help.” “I will make them; I will use them, and I will kill my parents' murderer. I don’t want to be a pack wolf; I want to be a rogue and kill those who killed my parents.” I saw no use staying in the pack house and rotting away as a maid running around attending to other people's needs and cleaning after them.

She's even more guarded now that her family betrayed her and her late mother. As she thought about the cause of her and her late mother's deaths, rage bubbled within her once again, and she wished for her father, his wife, and their two children's deaths. {The hostess shouldn't be in haste; you will have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on your enemies. As for what I want, through helping you, I will be able to level up and get more access to the information that my creator left behind for me while also ranking up amongst other systems.} The system explained calmly.

“Rose is the name I carried before the world turned me rogue.” She reached into the folds of her gown and drew out a small pendant. Gasps rippled through the rogues. “I was your Queen once,” she said and every Rogue bowed. Both those that had been in the mine before I attacked the rogue clan. Including those who had formed after the annihilation. They all submitted to their queen. Rose lifted her chin, voice ringing with command. “Enough blood has been spilled. Enough sons and daughters have been buried because of pride and vengeance. Today, the moon watches every one of us and asks what we will build from the ashes.”