Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 553:

But when he finally turned his attention back to Maia, something made his breath catch. She was swaying slightly, her cheeks flushed an unhealthy red. That was no ordinary drunkenness. Something was wrong.

Claudius stepped forward, a growing urgency in his stride. But just as he was about to push through the throng, a hand caught his wrist. Mariana spun into his path, her laughter sugary-sweet as she leaned close. “Claudius, have another drink with me!”

Her grip tightened, nails brushing his skin like claws wrapped in silk. From the start of the evening, she had been clinging to him like ivy, pulling him aside every chance she got. Claudius’ patience was wearing thin, but somehow, he couldn’t seem to shrug her off without making a scene.

“Fine,” he said, his tone clipped. “You win. This is the last one.” He raised his glass mechanically and tapped it against hers. But his eyes? They were still searching the crowd.

And in the split second it took for him to lower his head and sip his wine, Maia disappeared.

Claudius froze. Without another word, he broke from Mariana’s hold and began weaving his way through the party, scanning every face.

villa’s east wing. Rosanna was guiding her toward the inner corridor. Maia could barely keep upright — her steps staggered, her weight heavy, her breath short

was a slurry murmur. “Where…

over her shoulder. But behind the pleasant mask, Rosanna’s thoughts twisted with triumph. Maia looked completely drained — more than drunk. Her

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plan was unfolding

the waitstaff had followed instructions precisely: coat the rim of a glass with the sedative, which would make the liquid in it

to do was choose the one with slightly more champagne from the two glasses. The other glass was certainly

working. Rosanna’s heart pounded with exhilaration. The more she thought about it, the more delicious it felt. Soon, Maia — the polished, perfect Maia — would be reduced

her voice almost reverent as she eased Maia down onto the bed. She reached out and pulled at Maia’s collar, letting it slip just enough to expose the

tapped lightly against Maia’s cheek. No reaction. Only a slurred protest that never formed into coherent words. Rosanna’s lips curled into a slow, venomous smile. “So beautiful. So capable. And soon… so utterly