Revenge Of The Rogue Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

No idea that the woman he has hired to be by his side was the same one he’d destroyed. And he’d never see it coming. By the time the cab pulled up outside the Law Firm, I’d made up my mind. If Justin doubted me, I’d prove him wrong. If Lucian thought I was just another pawn, I’d show him what a queen could do. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about reclaiming everything I’d lost—my identity, my strength, and my future. I adjusted my jacket, my fingers brushing over the hidden blade tucked into the inner lining, as I paid the cab driver and stepped out. As I walked into the building, I whispered to myself. “It’s time to finish this.”

To everyone else, she wasn't Delphine Menes anymore; she was just 'Delphine', the 'killer heiress'. Negative thoughts flooded her mind, making it difficult for her to move forward. All the thoughts in her mind insisted that she should turn around and hide her face forever. But in the midst of her panic attack, a resonant voice called out to her, grabbing her attention. "You overstayed your welcome, dear heiress. It's time to go," Achlys said. The nonchalance of his tone always made it difficult to tell if he was mocking her, but his eyes always set the record straight. Even from a distance, she could see them clearly, and what she saw was assurance.

She remembered sitting alone in the dark, hands clutching her chest, knowing what awaited her at the altar and being powerless to stop it. Not this time! Even now, blurred by nerves, she shifted uneasily behind the chapel doors, checking her posture, adjusting the sleeves of her gown, scanning her surroundings the way someone does when they expect danger to leap out at any moment. Once seen as a fragile, naive girl-easy to dominate, easy to manipulate, easy to mistreat, an object instead of a person, Elara was now different. She had been reborn through fire and betrayal. This life was her second chance, granted by fate or by cruel mercy, and this time she intended to make her adversaries pay

"She will come to this castle. She will need guidance. She has the power to save both our packs from destruction." My hands trembled so hard the pages shook. Was she writing about me? Then I found a page that made my blood run cold. "My son doesn't understand the danger," Althea wrote. "He works with evil men. They seek the power of the symbols. They have forced a girl named Valerie to marry my grandsons Noah and Neal. They believe she carries the magic. But they are wrong and they will never get realize it because they would have been dead. The true heiress will come later from Moonshade. She is the one we have waited for."

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.

I asked coldly, “Who did that?” I raised my head. My cold gaze drifted around the room and finally settled on the book in Vivian’s hand. She sneered, “Now you are finally back. I thought you wouldn’t dare to come back after stealing from others.” “What do you mean? You mean I have stolen something?” I asked with a sneer. “Yes, it was you. You stole the book, the one with an autograph!” She raised the book, “And here it is. I just found it in your bag.”

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.