Novel & Cerita Rogue Heiress: My Savage Return To The Spotlight

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

I pushed the mug aside, pressing my palms flat against the table as though I needed the wood to anchor me. “I won’t be erased anymore,” I said. My voice trembled, then steadied. “Not by the fire. Not by my uncle. Not even by my own fear. I’ve lived too long as half a woman—Isabella, a shadow of someone I barely understood. But I’m not just Isabella.” Mia’s brows drew together. “Then who are you?” I lifted my chin, the answer falling from me like it had waited years to be spoken. “I am Isabella—the survivor. But I am also Marisol—the Abram heiress they tried to destroy.”

he continued, “she calls upon the rogue she has been with these past three years. Either romantically or just as a helper. Let's not forget that you're not the only one who knows a lot about the moonveil pack. Matthias probably used to tell her everything and give her access to everything, too. Nerissa offers the rogue alpha something, some kind of bargain, if he has you kidnapped. She believes that with you out of the way, Matthias will return to the version of himself she remembers. The one she could bend to her will.” “You think she made a deal?” My voice was quiet, my mind already turning over the implications. “I do.” Cassiel’s eyes sharpened. “Why else would someone like her take up wi

She deserves what's coming for her, for denying Jasmine justice. The Rogue Prince climbs down the dais and grabs my hands, pulling me closer to him. “I know you are the Bastard daughter of the richest man in the pack,” he whispers to me, leaning in, his breath brushing my ear. My heart begins to beat faster. “Don’t you dare presume that you can manipulate the situation,” he growls. “Now I want the truth!…. Is that really Alfred's brother?” My heart drops as I nod. He then moves aside and snarls, “Get the Alpha's Heir!! We would use him to send a message!”

“Fair. But admit it, Princess, you missed this.” I turned back toward the horizon, refusing to answer. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I let Orion’s laughter fade behind me and focused on the horizon. The clouds thinned, revealing forests that stretched like an endless green sea. Somewhere beyond those trees lay the Rogue Lands. Would they spit on me when I returned? Would they laugh, or bow, or bare their teeth? A few days ago, I left a powerless princess with nothing but shame in my shadow. Now I was coming back with Sylvie beneath me, proof that the blood of the Rogue King still burned in my veins.

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

"I triggered a Clawback Provision on every bonus, every dividend, and every 'discretionary management f*e' you and my father have embezzled over the last three fiscal years. I’ve already flagged the offshore transfers to the Financial Action Task Force (FATF). By the time the sun rises, your 'family backing' will be a list of federal indictments for money laundering and asset stripping. You aren't here to save me, Lucas. You’re here to beg for a life raft before I drown your entire family tree." "You’re insane," Lucas whispered, his face turning a sickly, translucent grey as the reality of her words began to sink in. He looked at the woman he had once thrown into a cell like a piece of unwan

The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime. In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books. She opened the first one. January 15, 1985. I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me. I think I'm in love. Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.

the rogue begged me, his voice cracking. "Please! Because the hunter possesses the silver gun that could kill me!” I stared down at him, my stomach turning in disgust. I refused, trying to kick his hands away from my legs. "Let go of me, you monster. I won't help you." The rogue’s grip tightened, his fingernails digging painfully into my skin. His face twisted into a wicked, desperate snarl. "If you don't help me, the silver gun can kill you too, girl! Don't you get it? I know what you are. You are an Empress, forbidden amongst wolves. If he catches me, I will tell Herth who you are, and we will both die!"

139 They sat down across from each other. Even while sitting, Rhayghar appeared huge. Vera couldn't help but slip her hands around his arm and pull it in her lap. She titled her head to rest it on his arms and inhaled deeply. "You know I am the Rogue Huntress, the renowned she-wolf who's taken the responsibility of the world in her own hands. It wasn't planned, though." Her lips upturned in memories as she narrated how it all started.