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!”

the weight of a hammer, each

features twitched, his chest rising and falling under an invisible burden, as if the air itself had

Vince, but it faltered halfway, dropping limply as he grabbed

his heart, he knew that every word Vince had hurled

of fortune—it was a complete unraveling. Their reputation, their legacy, even their inner strength had shattered like glass

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 ⧸ ɢ𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ⲩ𝖊𝗅𝗌．ⅽ𝗈𝗆

her voice was strained, yet still clinging to hope. “Vince… our families were once bound by an engagement. You and

have ever been fooled by that snake, Rosanna! Even if you got down on your

bearing witness. He had seen her, wrapped around an older, unattractive

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

It was sickening.

her painted innocence—her eyes full of lies—made Vince’s stomach