Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I kicked the door of my car and moved. The mansion felt like a tomb, cold and smelled of greed. I didn't care about the guards that mounted on the gates. I moved past them like a localized storm, my knuckles weeping any guard that dared blocked my path. I fought through every one of them, not thinking if anyone held a gun or what was going on behind me. Rescuing Rose was the only thing I wanted. I walked along the hallway, heading to the familiar room I had seen in Michelle's computer.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

"What's relevant is that I understand what it's like to want revenge and I understand what it's like to need help getting it." She was quiet again. Then she said, "There's something else going on. Something bigger than just Damien trying to steal my inheritance." "What do you mean?" "I found a letter from my father. He said my mother's death wasn't an accident and that someone killed her to get access to the company." She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of the letter. "He mentioned offshore accounts, but I don't know where they are or what's in them." I read the letter carefully. This changed things. If Aurora's mother had been murdered, then Damien's betrayal was part of a long

“Everything has been planned. This is for our own good, don't you see it. You cannot resist me forever. This would give you the revenge you want over Crescent Moon Park. Aria wake up to reality. The Rogue had declared you queen. The word had spread across all the pack that there's a fierce rogue queen. Why not be my Luna.” "Not like this, even if I wanted, it's my choice," I clenched my fists tighter, my silver light brightening again. The amulet weakened me, but it would not silence me. “I will resist,” I said, my voice rising. “I will stand against you. I will never kneel. I am not yours, Raven!” For the first time, frustration flickered across his face. The charming mask was gone, leaving

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

Because of her today , he will suffer! author's note : so here it is , finally ! Chelsea's memories are back . She wasn't a good woman , I never wanted her to be a good woman , I know some will be dissatisfied with Rogue as the male lead but Rogue was the key. The key to Chelsea's past and present to stop conflicting anyways please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel . This book is reaching its end soon , please keep supporting .

I stormed out of the room, unable to be close to her any longer. Ever since the day I saw Alison on the battleground, I’ve been unable to get her out of my mind! I even ran into a physical problem when Otsana tried to seduce me! I never had that problem before! It was infuriating! Then I find out that Alison is the rogue king’s lost daughter, and she had been living here all this time, which meant the rogue king had more than enough reason to wage war against us.

Every movement etched into memory, every step a challenge he couldn’t resist. “Interesting,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “She will be… trouble.” Aurelia returned to her chambers, chest still tingling with adrenaline, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. She was alive. Reborn. Bold. Fearless. And no one—not her sister, not the Alpha Prince, not even the Rogue King—knew the true force she carried. She had seven days. Seven days to prepare, to plan, to turn the tide of fate.

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

However, she asked for a few minutes alone with Petra and Devilio allowed her. When they were alone, Petra said, “Baby…I’m sorry I could not protect you from that Rogue bastard. I am so helpless. Can you please forgive me?” “Aunt Petra, it is alright. There is nothing to forgive. You did all you could to make sure that I was safe, and I will never forget that. Now, listen and listen well, Aunt Petra as I do not have much time. I am not just leaving to save this pack from being plundered by the Rogues; I am also going on a revenge mission. I am going to make all of them pay for all the pain they have caused us, and I will not rest until I avenge all the deaths of those I have lost.