Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 586:

Richard and Sandra exchanged a knowing glance. They had been waiting for Axell to utter those exact words, like farmers eyeing the clouds, waiting for the first drop of rain.

As long as Axell showed even a flicker of interest in Rosanna, the door to negotiation remained wide open.

That was precisely why Richard had held his tongue earlier. Timing was everything, and he wanted to strike at the right moment to seize control of the negotiation.

“Mr. Nelson, how do you feel about Rosanna? What I mean is… if she were to be with you, wouldn’t that make us practically family? So perhaps you could…”

Richard tread carefully, picking his words as one might navigate a minefield. Any misstep could blow the entire deal apart. But before he could complete his thought, Axell straightened up in his seat and slid his leg off the table.

He found the situation increasingly intriguing.

The Morgans — of all people — were offering up their own daughter like a lamb to the slaughter, just to pull their son out of a jail cell? What man in his right mind would turn down such a gift?

wicked thrill coursed

I know where you are coming from,” he said, eyes gleaming. “If Rosanna’s with me, that makes Jarrod my brother-in-law, doesn’t it?

had long dreamed of finding a woman who was gentle, obedient, and utterly devoted — a

wild between the sheets —

his hands with barely disguised eagerness, he asked, “So, when do you plan on

where it

the term “brother-in-law,” Sandra and Richard assumed that Axell had serious intentions. They believed that

for rings or vows — he simply wanted a plaything, a porcelain doll to

for cruelty, especially toward women,

felt that the pieces were falling into place. Both parties had laid their cards on the table. Jarrod would walk free, Rosanna’s future would be “secured,” and the Morgan family could finally slip out from under Vince’s shadow. In his

added with a sheepish smile, “Mr. Nelson, since that’s the case, would you mind issuing the letter of

slam of his palm on the table, the cups rattled like dice thrown in a

should know better than to talk like that. You just said we’d be