Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel

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.

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.

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“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.

On the tenth try, Derek's cold rejection came through: "Are you done with the dramatics? My sister Victoria isn't feeling well. Stop bothering me." His dismissal stripped me of any value in my captors' eyes. I fought desperately, but with my wolf dormant, my resistance was meaningless. The rival Alpha's claws tore savagely and precisely at my stomach. Horror froze me as I watched them rip my unborn child to pieces. As my blood soaked into the forest floor, a pain I'd never known tore through me—warm and sticky. My child was gone, just like that. Hatred crystallized in my heart, unleashing my Alpha wolf in one final surge of power. I managed to kill the wolf who had murdered my child before e

Would I emerge as a beacon of hope and salvation, or would I be consumed by the very power I had chosen to embrace? As I took my place among the warriors, the echoes of the rogue leader’s words and the spectral figure’s warning haunted my every thought. The weight of my choice was a constant presence, a reminder that I was now more than just an heiress—a victim of betrayal and loss. I was a vessel of ancient, forbidden power, and the responsibility of that legacy pressed down on me like a curse.