Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But as reality. Her lips parted as she exhaled, grounding herself, letting the truth anchor her. Her next goal was clear. She was going to take back the inheritance her grandfather had left to her. Everything that had been stolen. Everything that had been twisted. Everything the Vaughn family had ripped away from her with smiles on their faces and knives hidden neatly behind their backs. She would never... never... let them take it from her again. Not in this life. This time, she wasn’t just going to survive.

Sounds of car screeching halt were heard and the rouges came running in their direction. The girl's eyes snapped open the minute the scents of the two rogues hit them. She looked around widely searching for the source of the scents and when finally found it, her eyes lit up with pain filled joy. She tried to stand up on her uninjured leg, failing miserably, pushed away Sam when he tried to help her and hobbled to reach the rogues. She took two steps and leaped the rest of the way into the waiting arms of Aiden, who took her full weight and slumped to the ground with her held in a tight embrace.

Walter. Maria gazed at me steadily. "Of course," she said. "You can count on me for that”. She left. I stood alone in the room. The folder was on the desk. I had woken up in this body not only to avenge my death,but also that of Vivian Salvatore. I need to figure out among them who's responsible for all of this without implicating myself or putting myself and the company in harm's way. The accident was not an accident.

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.

She blinked her eyes. Ailina’s POV: I just wanted to tease Ricky. I was curious if he would read the book as Siri did. He cast of glance at the name of the book and read, “Reborn To Get My True Love.” His mouth twitched. “Do you like this type of novel?” I coughed softly, “Although the name of this novel sound boring, it’s quite good. You can read it to kill time.” He nodded. He turned the first page. After reading a paragraph, he frowned and asked, “Does the heroine lost one leg?”

What remained was a blank slate, someone who could be shaped into whatever she needed to become. Someone who would never again be anyone's victim. "Berry," she repeated, testing the name like she was trying on new clothes. "I don't remember anything else." "You don't need to remember," Theo told her. "We're going to build you into something stronger than whoever you used to be." The heiress was dead. Berry's education was about to begin. And in New York, Margaret Clarksville continued consolidating her power, never knowing that the stepdaughter she'd tried to destroy was being reborn into something infinitely more dangerous than.

, Megan was not surprised at all. “Why ask when you already had a hunch. Greg declared like a psychopath. I told you we will get revenge for our child with the speed of lightning.” “Is this really the best you got Greg? I do hope you can keep this up. Do you know why?”, she asked, cocking her head to the side a little. “There is no why! Megan”. “Oh! There is and that is… The real revenge starts with me. I am on my way to see your little kitten, the one who committed murder. The monster herself”. Megan muttered, raising her voice up a little.

She asked. “What kind of dark things do you have in your mind? Tell me all of them.” He whispered in her ears while tightening his hug. Sofia had never been a dark minded person before. She had a good childhood and a relatively healthy upbringing and personality so wishing destruction and death upon someone never crossed her mind. It was until she was killed. In her mind, she asked herself, what would Gilda do? What would this vengeful black widow archetype she has created do? And the answer was simple. She wanted to destroy him until there’s nothing but ashes.

, he stressed as he grinned the words out of his mouth, hissing at the slight pain he felt around his body as he stood up from the ground. “A curse you say.”, she sniffled as she went on, “My mother shouldn't be a victim of a curse she knows nothing about!”, She grinned with tears. “Just like others who lost their families too.”, he retorted with a loud voice before he took a second to pause, and then continued, “We are not victims of the phantom's rage” “But I believe we are the first to strike the phantom hard enough to let it feel the pain of the real world.!”, Mila argued. She remembered the way she watched as her father fought the phantom, landing strikes on him which she thought it wou

So I make my way over to the table in the kitchen and pick it up to read it. You were mine yet you did not want me. She was destined to me yet I rejected her. When you killed her tonight, you killed the remaining half of my soul. I will get my revenge. I will be back for you, when you are a Winter bride. Until then beautiful