Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 590:

“Richard, what are we supposed to do now? I’m terrified Rosanna might actually go through with something reckless!” Sandra’s voice broke as she wiped away fresh tears. “Rosanna had already lost so much. She was taken from us as a child, had…

To survive the slums all by herself, and finally made her way back, only to face more pain. Forcing her any further just isn’t right.”

“We’ll stick to Vince’s plan,” Richard replied quietly.

With Rosanna refusing to marry Axell, Vince became their last hope.

He crushed his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray, his gaze weary and rimmed red. “If Maia has even an ounce of sympathy, she’ll do what we ask. If she refuses, then she shouldn’t blame me for what comes next. Either way, she’s set to get a divorce.”

Sandra hesitated, brows knitting in concern. “But we don’t even know who Maia married. How could we even get her to divorce him? Let alone have her marry Vince…”

“That’s not it,” Richard said, a sly glint flickering in his eyes as he turned to Sandra. “We don’t have to figure out who Maia married. None of that matters!”

face as he explained, “Maia’s name is everywhere now. The more people celebrate her, the more they’re watching her every move. The crowd that celebrates her success today could just as easily tear her apart tomorrow. The higher they hold her up, the harder they’ll enjoy watching her crash. It doesn’t take much for that praise to turn into spite. When the crowd turns on her, Maia’s husband will want nothing to do with the mess. Once Maia’s been stripped of everything, Vince can walk right in and pick up

that they’ll grab onto the first hand that

confusion flickering in her eyes. “And how

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a near-whisper

widened, shocked by

just shrugs it off?”

heavy sigh, Richard shook his head. “There’s not a

I’m going to Maia. I’ll make sure she hears me out —

Wront, there was a local food restaurant that was quite popular among the

reached for the door to the private room, Elvira caught his arm, halting him mid-motion. “Hold on

face, then narrowed with teasing disapproval. “Loosen up a bit, will you? We’re having dinner with Maia, not walking

but it came off strained — tinged with discomfort and