Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 583:

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stumble.

Richard and Sandra stood frozen, as if their feet had been nailed to the floor, caught entirely off guard.

Vince clenched his jaw, his eyes seething with unfiltered loathing. “From the very beginning, Maia was the only one I ever wanted.” The living room fell into a silence so thick it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Richard’s face clouded over in an instant, while Sandra’s complexion drained to a ghostly white. She swayed where she stood, her fingers gripping the sofa for dear life, as though the floor beneath her had lost its solidity.

Vince’s gaze swept over them with frosty indifference, and a dry laugh escaped him—humorless and cutting. “Don’t bring up Rosanna in my presence again. Her name alone makes my skin crawl. Must I spell it out for you? The Morgan family has hit rock bottom.”

His stare sharpened—no longer eyes, but daggers—cutting straight into Richard’s pride. “Your business is hanging by a thread, your allies have deserted you, your son is behind bars, and your daughter’s name is dragged through the mud. Your dignity, your influence—gone, like smoke in the wind!”

word landed with the weight of a hammer, each sentence flung like

invisible burden, as if the

but it faltered halfway, dropping limply as

to shout back—to reclaim some shred of dignity—but deep in his heart, he knew that every word Vince had hurled was a

the loss of fortune—it was a complete unraveling. Their reputation, their legacy, even their inner strength had

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hope. “Vince… our families were once

off, his voice colder than frost, his eyes laced with scorn. “I must have been blind to have ever been fooled by that snake, Rosanna! Even if you got down on your knees and begged, I wouldn’t touch her—not now,

under another man, his own ears bearing witness. He had seen her, wrapped

and gentle, a porcelain doll untouched by the world. Who could have imagined that she had been weaving a web of

It was sickening.

innocence—her eyes full of