Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel

If I want to have my revenge, I'll have to start from the easiest thing. I leaned down and locked lips with Ethan. Seeing the look of shock on Margaret's face was something I will kill to see again. “Thanks for last night, Ethan, I enjoyed myself. I look forward to seeing you again,” I winked at him before walking away. I felt fulfilled as I heard the two of them arguing. What a good way to start my revenge. With a smirk on my face, I walked out of the company. I didn't want to go back home yet.

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"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

Scarlet said quietly, interrupting. “Wait, what?” “She shot herself. In the leg. During an argument with him. He called the cops.” Scarlet’s voice was flat, almost detached. “That’s how it all came out.” Amanda took the remote and turned the TV up. The screen flickered from commercials to breaking news. “...Seraphina Vance, socialite and heiress, was taken into custody earlier this evening for the suspected murder of Dr. Jude Reed and her sister, Katherina Vance. Authorities say new forensic evidence links her to both crimes...”

The crowd Claire had brought was furious, throwing rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, and even used condoms at me. "How dare you call Claire a mistress, you shameless woman!" I was thrown onto the cold floor, and the shock of it brought me back to my senses. I curled into a ball and shouted, "Don't hurt my baby!" "Baby?! What new trick is this, you shameless homewrecker?" "Beat her! This homewrecker deserves it!" "I bet she's just acting! Let's teach her a lesson!" Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid running down my leg. Trembling, I touched it. It was blood.

“Let’s take this one day at a time, heiress. We’ve already made so many enemies. Never forget you still have your father to contend with.” “Oh, trust me, I've got ideas. My father might just appreciate my cunning nature.” With that, we shared a conspiratorial smile, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The past was still palpable, tangled in our minds, but the promise of a new dawn stretched across the horizon before us brighter and bolder than anything we’d faced. Together, we’d not only seek revenge and reclaim our lives; we would redefine what love could mean a love forged in trials, tested by fire, and bursting forth like a phoenix into a world ripe with possibility.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

Sandra said it with a cry that sounded so sad. Aditya was just silent; he didn't want to fight a woman named Sandra because he knew this woman was originally kind and patient, so Aditya never once saved harsh words for this woman. The blame was on his biological father and mother, who had cheated on Sandra to make him a child who had the status of an illegitimate child like now, because he was the child of the results of his father and mother's affair, Aletta, when she worked as a secretary of his father's master, Dawn.

The other was Mia. Mia was a mystery, even among rogues. Tall and striking, with coppery brown hair always tied back and sharp eyes that missed nothing, she had once been a beta female in a powerful northern pack. Her mate rejected her for a higher-ranking she-wolf, casting Mia out like trash. But unlike most broken wolves, Mia didn’t shatter, she sharpened. She had joined the rogues five years ago and quickly made herself useful. She fought when she had to, healed when others couldn't, and was one of the few who could negotiate borders and land without spilling blood.