Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 518:

After Vince left, Richard and Sandra gravitated toward Rosanna. They had long since abandoned any concern for Vince’s opinions; their attention zeroed entirely on Claudius’ impending arrival and the preparations needed to welcome him properly. Rosanna confessed that she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when Claudius would arrive.

Just then, an excited voice cut through the murmur. “Look! Maia’s here!” Every head swiveled toward the entrance.

Maia glided into the room with effortless grace, her makeup flawlessly applied and her crystal-studded blue gown capturing and scattering light like a midnight sea beneath the stars. The fabric embraced her slender waist, radiating an aura of elegance and sophistication.

Sophisticated elegance. Maia moved through the space like a celestial being who had momentarily descended to Earth, commanding the rapt attention of every onlooker. In that breathtaking moment, Rosanna seemed to fade into insignificance — a forgettable girl next door, stripped of any remarkable quality.

Maia’s entrance sent an involuntary twitch rippling across Rosanna’s eyelid. Her fingers curled into rigid claws, nails biting into her palms. So what if Maia looked breathtaking now? Tonight, Maia’s reputation would be utterly shattered.

Richard’s features hardened to granite when his gaze fell upon Maia. Every trace of the warmth he once offered her had evaporated.

Group. What reason did he have to show kindness to Maia anymore? With cold eyes, he said,

met his gaze coolly, saying nothing. She had come tonight to uncover whatever schemes the Morgan family was plotting

saw her — Maia, gliding into the banquet hall. She looked breathtaking tonight, a vision of elegance and grace. Vince caught his breath at

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His pulse quickened, breaking through his restraint. He stood and began

that precise moment, Jarrod stepped into the hall bearing two carefully wrapped gift boxes. He had selected these presents with meticulous thought — one destined for Rosanna, the other crafted especially

in his hands. He was determined to present his offering to her first and properly atone for

the air. Brilliant streamers of light arced upward into the velvet darkness, bursting into a spectacular cascade of

A fireworks display!”

attention captured by the celestial spectacle. As one, the entire gathering

art, leaving the assembled crowd breathless with wonder. Murmurs of appreciation