Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 588:

Her body shook like a leaf caught in a gale, fists clenched so hard that the knuckles turned ghostly white as she continued, “Have you forgotten what that monster did to me? He violated me — and now you want me to go back to him like a lamb to slaughter?!”

Memories of Mariana’s betrayal flared behind her eyes, raw and burning. Rosanna looked at her parents with a fury so cold that it could crack glass. “You want to throw me away, too? Am I so filthy, so shameful to you that you’d rather pawn me off to the highest bidder?” Each word was a blade, slicing through Sandra’s composure.

Her eyes flooded with tears as she reached out, but Rosanna recoiled, as if her mother’s touch might sear her skin.

“It’s not what you think, Rosanna,” Sandra pleaded, her voice shaking. “Please, just hear us out.” Her hand hovered in midair, unable to bridge the widening gap.

Sensing the situation spiraling out of control, Richard stepped in, gripping Rosanna’s wrist with urgency. “Rosanna, I know it’s unbearable, but Axell is the only person left who can help us now.” He drew in a long breath, and when he spoke again, it was with desperation. “If you agree to marry him, he’s willing to provide a letter of clemency for Jarrod. He’s your brother — don’t you want to save him? The Nelsons are a powerful family in Wront, and with them behind you, your future won’t be lost.” His words came hard, cold as stone but edged with pleading. “Do you plan to carry this shame forever? To grow old alone, judged by whispers and half-truths? Your mother and I already visited the Nelsons. They’re ready. The moment you say yes, the wedding can happen. The rumors will die. Your name will be cleared. Jarrod will be freed. Isn’t that worth something?”

It pained him to spell it out like this, but reality had no sugar to offer.

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stunned, her heart thudding like a war

he felt like a stranger. It all became clear — their deal with Axell, her value weighed

selling me!” she screamed. “You’re selling me off like cattle!” She tried

panicked, seizing Rosanna’s other arm. “Rosanna, stop talking nonsense! We’re doing this for

— your son. But what about me? Am I not your daughter? Do I

fight ebbed, as if her spirit had burned

sank to the floor like a puppet

arms, still gripped by her parents, hung in the air like chains —

“Maia took everything from me. And

and Sandra immediately dropped Rosanna’s hands, their expressions clouding over at her