Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 587:

With the clock ticking mercilessly toward fifteen days, Richard felt the squeeze — like being caught in quicksand, where struggle only sinks you faster.

Gritting his teeth and swallowing his pride, he muttered, “Alright. I’ll go back and speak with Rosanna.”

Axell’s mood flipped again like a switch. He beamed. “Excellent! No problem at all.”

His thoughts drifted to Rosanna’s graceful figure, and he found himself impatient to claim what he’d been promised.

With a casual wave of his hand, he turned to the butler standing nearby. “Show them out.”

After leaving the Nelson estate behind, Richard and Sandra rushed home, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

They stood outside Rosanna’s bedroom door, hesitant, as though the wood itself might lash out if they knocked.

uncertain line. “Maybe… maybe you should be the one to talk to her,” he murmured, his voice brittle. “You’re closer to her than I am. It might be easier for her to hear

her it’s the only path left to protect

to him, fists clenched by her sides. “Richard! You’re her father. Let’s not forget that you were the one who made this deal. Are you really going to shrink away now, when

them could knock, the

out in search of food — only to find her parents frozen outside her room, wearing

𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Dad? What’s going on?” she asked

of bridges. Recalling her recent emotional outbursts, Richard and Sandra exchanged a loaded glance. After a beat, Sandra took the lead, her tone careful, like someone walking barefoot across glass. “Rosanna, we

lately. But we need to think about

Rosanna’s face for any sign of openness. Seeing no immediate reaction on Rosanna’s face, Sandra glanced at Richard and continued, every word chosen like a fragile thread. “Your father and I discussed… There’s someone willing to accept you,

to tremble, the movement sharp, like a tremor beneath the

hopes of marrying

Wait. Could it be…?